Everyone was taken aback by Li Shangui's sudden words.
"What's going on? Old Master Li actually said that Lu Rong is his personal disciple."
"I don't know, everyone says so, but Lu Rong hasn't admitted it."
"It's obvious that these two big shots saw how outstanding Lu Rong was and both wanted to make him their disciple."
"That makes sense. I'm dying of laughter. I never thought those two would end up like this. This is going to be a good show."
"Didn't they say they had a good relationship? Now they're all scrambling to take me as their disciple. If word gets out, won't they be laughed out of the house?"
"I'm so curious who Lu Rong will choose. Whoever he chooses will have a bright future. I'm so envious."
"Of course we should choose Master Wu. Everyone knows Master Wu's reputation in the culinary world. With his guidance, we won't have to worry about making bad food. Master Li is just a gourmet; he only knows how to eat, and his cooking skills are not good."
"You're an amateur. Although Old Li is a gourmet, he can tell the problem with a dish just by tasting it and can immediately make a judgment and analysis. With a tongue as sharp as his, how could he not make even better food?"
"What you said seems to make sense, I really don't know how to judge it."
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on stage.
Faced with Li Shangui's sudden attempt to snatch his apprentice, Wu Zhengchuan trembled with anger.
He was the one who took a liking to her first, so how come Li Shangui is now claiming to be his personal disciple?
One second he was full of confidence, the next second Li Shangui snatched it away.
I am the organizer of this Kyoto Food Festival, and Li Shangui is just a special guest I invited. Yet now he is trying to steal my beloved apprentice.
This was something he found extremely unacceptable.
The ship of friendship suddenly became unstable.
Wu Zhengchuan was not afraid at all and immediately retorted.
He picked up the microphone, looked at Li Shangui and Lu Rong, and immediately argued for himself: "You are the shameless one. I clearly saw Lu Rong first, and you came later. How can you say that you are your disciple?"
Li Shangui was naturally not intimidated. He stroked his white mustache, glanced at him, and said coldly, "In that case, let Lu Rong choose for himself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Lu Rong with a smile.
He looks just like a kind old grandfather.
Compared to the sternness just now, it's a huge contrast.
He introduced himself in a friendly manner: "Lu Rong, you should know me by now. I was the one who exposed Xie Wei's lies about false advertising a few days ago. I also ate your spicy and sour chicken feet, and I was very satisfied."
"If you are willing to become my apprentice, I can taste your dishes, point out the problems, and suggest how to improve them. I believe that before long, your reputation will spread throughout the country."
Li Shangui kept introducing himself, trying to get closer to Lu Rong and showcasing his abilities to Lu Rong.
She tried her best to make a good impression on Lu Rong.
Seeing this, Wu Zhengchuan also became anxious and started promoting himself.
"Lu Rong, don't listen to his nonsense. This guy can't even cook properly himself. Do you think he can teach you well?"
"But I'm different. My cooking skills are known throughout the country. Everyone knows how good or bad I am. Anyway, to put it simply, I'm definitely in the top five in the country."
“I think only someone with a certain level of skill in the culinary world like me is qualified to be your mentor.”
Faced with Wu Zhengchuan's desperate attempt to seize it, Li Shangui's beard trembled with anger.
Lu Rong was in the middle, but had no idea what to do.
I just came up to receive an award, right?
How did things turn out like this?
I'm here to collect the 1 million yuan prize, not to listen to these two big shots vying for someone.
His turnover in the past few days has exceeded 10 million, with profits alone reaching eight or nine million.
With the upcoming 1 million yuan bonus, the Kyoto Food Festival has already earned a total of 10 million yuan over its seven days.
In other places, you probably wouldn't earn that much money in your entire life.
They're not exactly short of money.
So he has absolutely no interest in teachers or anything like that now.
Moreover, after these few days of competition, he was exhausted and just wanted to go back and rest as soon as possible.
Faced with the bickering between the two bigwigs beside him, he helplessly raised his hand and said with a smile, "Excuse me, Mr. Li and Mr. Wu, how about you give me an award first?"
Upon hearing this, Li Shangui and Wu Zhengchuan realized that Lu Rong had come up to receive an award, but now she had become the object of their rivalry.
The audience below the stage were also watching the drama unfold with great enthusiasm.
Wu Zhengchuan seemed to sense the awkward atmosphere and immediately coughed, revealing a smile: "Haha, I was a little excited just now. Now, please welcome me to present the award to Lu Rong myself."
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire audience was filled with question marks again.
As mentioned earlier, Li Shangui was a special guest and was in charge of presenting the awards, but Wu Zhengchuan said that he would present the award to the champion.
This is clearly a deliberate attempt to curry favor with Lu Rong.
Li Shangui was naturally dissatisfied with Wu Zhengchuan's last-minute change of mind.
"You're so cunning! I was the one presenting the award, when did it become you?" Li Shangui pointed at Wu Zhengchuan and cursed angrily.
Wu Zhengchuan also put on a righteous and indignant tone: "This is a food festival I organized, so I will naturally present the award to the champion myself. You are only responsible for the runner-up and third place."
"Shameless, utterly shameless! Lu Rong, you saw it too, didn't you? This guy is a complete scoundrel. Don't you dare take him as your master!" Li Shangui retorted angrily, pointing at Wu Zhengchuan.
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