As Meng Fei said his last sentence, Watanabe Ichiro's legs went limp and he sat straight on the ground, his eyes becoming dazed.

I lost!

I was completely defeated this time!

And he was defeated by a country boy.

At this time, Ichiro Watanabe no longer had the arrogance he had at the beginning. He used to arrogantly believe that the cuisine of the country of plaster was the most delicious cuisine in the world. His dream was to make the cuisine of the country of plaster stand at the top of the world! Let the whole world recognize the cuisine of plaster!

Over the years, he has been researching new dishes and new recipes day and night, and as a result of overwork, he developed cancer.

He wanted to pass on all his skills to Ozawa Shichijiro before he died, so that he could fulfill his great dream on his behalf!

But who would have known that today...he would be defeated...miserably.

Ichiro Watanabe grinned and let out a miserable laugh, then slowly raised his head and looked at Meng Fei with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Meng Fei, you win. The position of Asia's God of Cooking is yours. Congratulations." Ichiro Watanabe said with some difficulty.

Meng Fei was stunned, a puzzled look on his face. He really didn't expect Watanabe Ichiro to take the initiative to admit that he had lost.

"Oh~" Meng Fei nodded and didn't say anything more.

At this moment in the live broadcast room, fans cheered enthusiastically when they saw Ichiro Watanabe personally admit that he had lost.

[Yeah!!! The anchor won!!! The anchor won!!!]

[Great!!! The title of Asian Chef God has finally returned to our Chinese people!!]

[I said the anchor can do it!!! It’s awesome!! It’s really gratifying, I want to tell this good news to the whole world! ]

[Northeastern cuisine!!! My blood is boiling!! Our Northeastern cuisine will finally have a good reputation one day!!]

[This is even more satisfying than the Chinese national football team winning the World Cup! No, I have to order two cups. ]

At this time, Old Liu and Long Jian could no longer contain their inner anticipation, and hurriedly ran to the fish that Meng Fei had killed, picked up a piece with chopsticks and put it into their mouths. After chewing it twice, they both stood there in a daze, with disbelief in their eyes.

"This...this...this is so delicious!!!" Long Jian's eyes flashed with brilliance. He swallowed the last bit of the food that had not been chewed yet. He then picked up a large piece of fish with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, and began to wolf it down.

Old Liu was also extremely shocked, but for the sake of his reputation, he did not lose his composure like Long Jian. He ate in small bites, nodded from time to time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the two of them eating so happily, Bear Grylls hurried over, picked up a lotus flower with chopsticks and put it into their mouths.

"Wo! De! Fa! God!! Is this the delicacy you have bestowed upon the world!" Bear Grylls exclaimed, and seemed to feel that the chopsticks were not easy to use, so he threw them aside and reached out to grab them.

After a while, a large plate of fish fell into the stomachs of the three people.

Old Liu ran up to Meng Fei with an excited look on his face, grabbed Meng Fei's hand and said excitedly.

"Brother Meng!! This dish of fish you made is so delicious!! Oh my God, I haven't eaten such delicious food in many years!!!"

"Brother Meng!! It's amazing! Your dish is really amazing!! Can you teach me how to make it? I will make it for my old man later! Hehehe~~" Long Jian also praised.

"Meng!! Wait for me, I'm going to catch a few more black fish in the river, and we'll have fish to eat tonight!"

Meng Fei felt a little embarrassed by the compliments from the three people, his cheeks slightly reddened, and he smiled: "Hehehe, these are just some common things, I can only do these, although I have some understanding of the others, but I have never tried them."

What Meng Fei said was indeed the truth. With the book "Mastering Cooking", he can be said to be a global cookbook. He can even cook Enshima from little Kyrgyzstan.

But in the eyes of Mr. Long and others, Meng Fei's words were somewhat humble.

The Second Master sat aside and witnessed the entire process of the competition. When he saw that everyone actually gave such high praise to the killing fish made by Meng Fei, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily and his expression looked a little strange.

So what?

Isn’t it just a plate of killed fish?

The people in this city have never eaten anything good!

What restaurant are those two chefs from? They have never even eaten a slaughtered fish!

And that little foreigner, he was caught by the fucking hands! He is such a loser!

The most embarrassing and conspicuous thing is the Japanese. Look at the food they feed, they are crying all over!

If everyone knew what the Second Master was thinking at this moment, they would definitely spit blood.

Watanabe Ichiro stood up dejectedly, walked to Ozawa Nanajiro, squatted down and tried to help him up, but he was old and frail, how could he help a strong young man up? He tried several times but failed, and he even fell to the ground the last time.

After being tossed around several times, Ozawa Nanajiro slowly opened his eyes. However, the moment he opened his eyes, he felt a heart-wrenching pain all over his body, making him gasp.

"Hiss...it hurts! Damn Chinese pigs! Ah!!!!" Ozawa Nanajiro cursed.

When Meng Fei heard what Ozawa Nanajiro said, his face darkened instantly and he looked at Ozawa with cold eyes.

When their eyes met, Ozawa Nanajiro suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and couldn't help but shiver.

"You...what are you going to do!! I'm telling you! Even if you beat me to death! You won't be able to get the title of Asian Chef God!!"

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