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Published at 11th of March 2022 08:59:13 AM


Chapter 559: Toxic tongue critic? Oh... (third!)

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"Yes, first select five judges, they will decide the outcome of this matchup. How do you think about the candidate?" Rich looked at McGonagall, his expression was still relaxed, but his eyes became a little dignified. After all, This is a confrontation that has blocked the hard work of all his family and three generations.

Outside the Mimi restaurant, people spontaneously kept quiet, all on their toes, and looked up at Meg, with their heads full of anticipation. They were guessing that those people would be chosen for this matchup. The judges, of course, have also thought that such good luck will fall on their own heads.

"Since it is a showdown, and gambling on all of our net worth, the judges naturally have to be professional, so who wins and who is responsible, can also be convinced." McGonagall looked around the circle of guests, smiled: " Everyone present, see if there are any professionals around you who can recommend it, or feel that you are professional and fair enough to recommend yourself."

"Also." Ricky nodded. He agreed with McGonagall's approach. This kind of selection is obviously more reliable than just pulling five passers-by. In this case, he arranged the folks and friends in the crowd. It's useless, but he is confident that he will beat McGonagall on the barbecue.

"Mr. Robert, the president of the Food and Beverage Association is here!" Harrison raised his hand in the crowd.

The crowd spread out on both sides and gave up Robert.

"President Robert, I wonder if I can ask you to be one of the judges of this matchup." McGonagall looked at Robert and smiled.

"President Robert!" Ricky's eyelids jumped, and the Ricky Barbeque was listed on the food list when the new president took office. If he became a judge, it would be a disadvantage to me.

People are also curious to look at Robert. I don't know if he will agree. The Food and Beverage Association is the most official and authoritative food organization in the city of chaos. If the president of the restaurant association presides over this matchup, the impartiality and authority will not be used at all. Worried, I didn't expect that I thought it was just a small-scale showdown, but it led to the president, which made the show more expectant.

"Although I don't quite agree with the culinary showdown with bets, this is a voluntary choice for both of you, so I won't interfere. Today I will judge this matchup as the president of the restaurant association." Robert walked slowly. Come out, the expression is a bit serious.

"Thank you." McGonagall nodded with a smile. He was not afraid of authority. He was worried that he would pick up five fake viewers who had collected money. Robert was obviously not among the ranks that Rich could buy.

“The famous food critic Mr. Philippe is here!” Soon, a voice rang in the crowd, which suddenly caused a sudden and eye-catching look.

"I can promise you to be the judge of this game." The crowd separated a line, wearing a gray-black trench coat, and Philippe, holding a brown cane in his hand, stepped on the pointed boots and looked up and down. McGonagall, slightly ridiculed: "Your chef's clothes are very clean, it looks like a saury wrapped in flour."

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd. Philippe Peter was famous among the foodies in the city of chaos. Especially in the food circle, he was famous for his poisonous tongue. He did not expect him to come today, but he also became a judge.

As soon as he appeared on the scene, he commented on McGonagall with a signature poison tongue. Although the Maige of a white and black chef suit is far from the saury that has been floured, it is foreseeable that today's duel will become more interesting because of him.

Ricky’s face couldn’t help but smile, although he didn’t like the critics who had commented on the Ricky Barbeque in a variety of strange languages, but now it seems that he has more to McGonagall. Hostile and aggressive, this is undoubtedly good news.

"Your shape is also very good, the ducks that have just come out of the water do not have the hips that you are so upright." McGonagall looked at Philippe Peter's trench coat at the back of his tail and smiled and said.

"If the duck duck is tilted up, it can still be compared." Amy looked at Philippe's clothes and said with a serious expression.

"When you look at it, the clothes that are lifted are really like a duck that just came out of the water."

"Ha ha ha, laughing at me, Mai boss and small boss are really too bad."

"Feeling that Philippe met with his opponent, with one enemy and two, defeated!"

The crowd was quiet for a moment, and then there was a louder sneer.

Philippe's face turned red, and the curved moustache on his lips trembled. Usually the restaurant owners were ridiculed by him and laughed and pleased him. The situation of being directly smashed back like this has never happened. Looking at McGonagall’s father and daughter, there was a feeling of opponents in the game. After taking a deep breath, he calmed down his mood and snorted: “The chef is talking by cooking, and the mouth can’t be added.

"You are right, the chef is not very good at cooking, but if the critic is not very good at mouth, then there is no food to eat." Meg smiles.

Toxic tongue critic? Oh, then he is the level of the ancestors. After all, it can make the heavens drop the punishment and throw it directly into the world. It is estimated that he will be one under the sun.

In contrast, this different world walk with the same route he used to take is obviously a little tender, and he happened to meet him.

It’s just that his current status has changed from a critic to a chef and a boss. He doesn’t have a good temper to listen to people’s diss. It’s true temperament, and the long-lasting soul of the poison tongue has begun to show signs of recovery. .

"Hey!" Philippe was so angry that he couldn't speak, and he screamed with anger. He looked at McGonagall and stood still and stopped talking, but he had already thought about it, and he must make a good comment. This dish is made by the guy who shuts the door.

Ricky couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time, he had already opened his heart. Others were too late to ask for praise. Meg was directly on the bar. It seems that Philippe Peter is stable.

Then the crowd selected two judges, one is the professor of the chaos school, usually will write some food reviews part-time, it is also a small name, and one is the owner of the Xiaer barbecue restaurant, a recognized A loyal boss, his family's rotisserie ranks 50th on the food list, and is a professional in the barbecue.

“Is there a final judge's quota, is there a recommendation or a self-recommended?” McGonagall asked the crowd.

Zhu Yu is in the front, generally eating goods will naturally not raise his hand, after all, it is quite embarrassing to say a word after going up, so it is in a moment of silence.

"Can I?" At this moment, a voice sounded, although it was asked, but with an unquestionable feeling.




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