As soon as this person spoke, he immediately attracted the attention of all the Chinese reporters present, and they all cast hateful glances at him, but the person did not hold back at all. Without waiting for Mr. Liu to answer, he continued to ask:

"You Chinese have an old saying that goes 'a broken jar is broken'. I think you are planning to do the same. You sent a young boy to compete. It's not shameful if he loses. You Chinese are really good at playing this game."

When these words were spoken, the crowd was outraged.

"Who is this person? How dare he insult China like this!"

"You don't even know him. He is a famous journalist from Plaster Country, Inoue Gojiro. It is said that he has a great influence in Plaster Country. I didn't expect him to come this time. It seems that he intends to expose some dirt on China."

"Damn it! Little devil! Say that again! I'll beat you to a pulp even if I have to give up my job!"

Inoue Gojiro curled his lips and sneered, "I heard that China is a country of etiquette, but I didn't expect that it is actually a bunch of reckless people. It's really ridiculous. It seems that I have to go back and report what I saw and heard this time!"

"you!!!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Everyone was outraged, but they suppressed their inner excitement. If something happened at this time, the whole of China would be discredited.

At this time, Elder Liu coughed lightly and said calmly, "We have carefully considered selecting Long Jian to compete in this competition. His cooking skills also represent the level of cooking skills of our Chinese people. He will be in the best condition for tomorrow's competition. Okay, I have to go back to prepare for the competition. Please go back."

After saying that, Mr. Liu turned around and went back into the house, and the video stopped.

After watching the video, Meng Fei frowned slightly. This reporter from Plaster Country was really annoying. If possible, Meng Fei would definitely beat him up.

But at this time, he was more worried about Mr. Liu and the young man named Long Jian.

He really didn't know much about the culinary world, but he could get a general idea from the video. It seemed that the so-called title of Asian God of Cooking had been taken away by the Plaster Country for many years, and China had been suppressed by the Plaster Country over the years.

As he was thinking, Meng Fei fell asleep without knowing when.

The next morning, after washing up, Meng Fei rummaged around in the warehouse for a while, found a large backpack, and put it on his back.

"There must be a lot of mushrooms growing in the mountains during this time. Let's dry more this year and save them for winter!"

As he spoke, Meng Fei opened the Douya live broadcast.

[Good morning, host. You are very punctual today. ]

[Yes, yes, it has been a long time since the anchor has been broadcasting so punctually. ]

[Hey! Host, you are carrying such a big basket, are you going to collect firewood? ]

[Can the host carry such a large basket of firewood? ]

Meng Fei saw the comments in the live broadcast room, grinned, and explained: "I'm not going to collect firewood, I'm going to pick mushrooms. There has been enough rain this year, and there must be a lot of mushrooms growing in the mountains."

After hearing Meng Fei's words, the audience in the anchor room raised questions.

[What? Picking mushrooms? Do you need such a big basket to pick mushrooms?]

[That’s right, a basket this big can probably hold 20 to 30 kilograms of mushrooms! ]

Meng Fei chuckled and patiently explained, "We have abundant fungi resources in Daxing'anling, and this year's rainfall is particularly abundant, so mushrooms must be much larger than in previous years. Once, my grandfather and I went up the mountain to pick mushrooms. In a patch of hazelwood trees, we looked around and saw that within a radius of 20 to 30 meters, there were densely packed hazel mushrooms, just like they were planted. There was no place to step. That day, my grandfather and I went back and forth and picked a total of ten baskets of hazel mushrooms, so this basket is no big deal. If we come across a mushroom circle, we may not be able to fit it in."

After saying that, Meng Fei walked towards the mountain. Just after he took a few steps, Meng Fei's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but the number belonged to their side.

Meng Fei answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

An old man's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello! Is this Meng? I'm your Uncle Qin! Your knife is forged, when are you coming to pick it up?"

When Meng Fei heard Uncle Qin say that his sword was ready, his eyes suddenly lit up. He had been thinking about it for a while, and now it was finally ready.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Qin. I will pick it up tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow won't work. My son is coming to pick me up this afternoon. I'm going to stay with him for a few days to take care of my little grandson. By the way, doesn't that fat boy Qiubo live in the county? You can ask him to pick him up later."

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll call him right now." After saying a few polite words of thanks, Meng Fei hung up the phone and called Qiu Bo.

As soon as the call was connected, there was a noisy voice from the other end, and then Qiu Bo shouted loudly:

"What's wrong, Gouzi! You miss me after only being apart for one day!"

Meng Fei grinned and scolded, "Get lost, I mean, where are you? Why are you making so much noise?"

The person on the other end of the phone continued to shout, "Oh! I just got back to work this morning, and my boss sent me on a business trip. I caught a train to the province to attend a meeting early in the morning. It will probably take several days for me to return. By the way, what are you calling me about so early?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just asking how your blind date went."

Hearing Meng Fei's words, Qiubo laughed and said, "Hehe, the girl from yesterday was really good, with fair skin, long legs, willow-leaf bent waist and cherry lips. She was really attractive. But...but she didn't seem to like me. We just added each other on WeChat and didn't even say a word."

"Oh! You're such a fool! If they've added each other on WeChat, then they must be interested in you. Just chat with them boldly. At worst, just send them a good night or good morning message! = As for feelings, they are revealed over time. There is no way to cultivate them! You have to be bold, careful, and thick-skinned!"

At this time, Meng Fei was even more anxious than Qiu Bo, and he kept muttering a lot of words.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, as if the person felt that what Meng Fei said made sense.

But after a while, Qiu Bo came to his senses and laughed and scolded into the phone, "No! Are you trying to lecture me? You're a contestant who has never even dated before, and you want to teach me how to date. No matter how bad I am, I'm also... Oh! Oh! I won't talk to you anymore. We've arrived at the station. We'll talk when we're free. I'm hanging up!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Meng Fei thought about it and decided that since no one was helping him get it, he had to go there himself, so he went back home.

Just as Meng Fei got home, he remembered that his car had been driven away by Qiu Bo, and the only car left in the yard was Feng Shuyi's Raptor 300.

"Although it's a bit ostentatious, there's nothing I can do. I can't drive my second uncle's tractor." As he said that, Meng Fei walked towards the Raptor 300.