Chapter 71: With the matter settled, he turned and left

  "How should this match be won or lost?"

  One went crazy and ate fiercely, the five judges in front of them swept away the pickled radish clean, almost hating to lick the plate.

  It was enjoyable while eating, but after finishing eating, Feng Huo Yan Lao Ye Zi immediately thought of this serious and solemn question.

  Now including the two baton judges, they all felt a bit embarrassed. Although they were all hired by Park Ji-soo at a high salary and would definitely be biased towards Jang Jun-hwan's restaurant emotionally, there was also a limit to shamelessness; Moreover, the two of them had eaten more happily than the old rabbit just now, and if they gave low scores this time, not to mention whether their faces could hang in or not, they might not be able to face the raging anger of the representatives of various restaurants below the stage.

  "Now everyone can give their scores..."

  Although feeling embarrassed, Feng Huoyan still had to fulfill his duty as the chief judge: "I give full marks, ten points!"

  "Alright."

  "Perfect!"

  ......

  The five judges once again scored a perfect 10 without exception. The audience suddenly **stood up**, this is interesting, both sides are full marks, who wins?

  Although from the eating appearance of various judges, Lao Difang's chess is high and uncontroversial. But the game is a game, since it adopted a scoring system, then full score against full score is a tie, even if the five judges are now transformed into rabbits, they cannot change this result.

  "The old place is indeed worthy of being an old shop in Chu City, and it's really profound..."

  Before Feng Huoyan could respond, Park Jisoo smiled and said: "Although the pickled radish in your store uses inferior ingredients and is slightly inferior to Master Jin's palace pickles; however, pickling vegetables is not a specialty of your country, so being able to achieve this level is already quite surprising. Therefore, we can accept this draw..."

  This little stick's Chinese is excellent, a speech that sounds elegant and refined, with some flavor of literary elegance; at this moment, if someone outside the conference room heard it, they would definitely think that this is a virtuous and humble elder who is worthy of respect and admiration.

  Being too good is not good...

  After hearing Park Ji-soo's words, even Bong Pil-hwa couldn't help but want to roll his eyes, and Yang Chae gripped her small fist, suddenly having the urge to beat him up. The representatives of various restaurants below the stage felt a wave of nausea, as if they were about to vomit.

  Not bad, because the judges didn't expect that old place would come up with such a crazy carrot, and gave Jang Tae-oh's restaurant a full score too early, which gave Park Ji-soo the opportunity to be shameless; but if it were someone with a little bit of conscience, they wouldn't have been able to say those words so calmly in this situation. Listening to his tone, it sounds like he thinks Jang Tae-oh's restaurant acknowledged a tie and gave the old place enough face?

  What a businessman! It's a pity he didn't run for president of Korea...

  "Mr. Park, do you think your store's palace kimchi can be on par with the old place's pickled radish?"

  Yang Cai couldn't help it anymore, and the true nature of Xiao La Jiao was fully revealed. She coldly questioned Pu Zhi Su.

  "Beautiful lady, I'm just a contestant, how could I possibly make such an evaluation?"

  Park Chi-soo smiled and said: "This result was told by the judges, isn't it?"

  "You..." Yang Cai's eyes widened in shock, and she was left speechless by his words.

  "Mr. Park, wait!"

  "Excuse me, honorable judges, may I taste the pickled vegetables from my hometown?"

  "Master Jin!"

  Bak Ji-soo's face changed, and he said a few words in Korean. Although everyone couldn't understand what he was saying, judging from his expression, it seemed like he was trying to stop Kim Yong-bok.

  Jin Yong seemed resolute as well, shaking his head at him and taking a step forward: "Taste... can I?"

  "Of course!"

  Zhang Zuo burst out laughing and picked up a carrot from the dish in front of Yun Dacheng: "What a coincidence, there's still one left, it seems that Master Jin has good luck."

  "Thank you."

  Jin Yong didn't respond, took a few steps forward, first taking the pickled radish and looking at it, his face showing surprise and anticipation, then slowly savoring this last pickled radish.

  "Knock knock..."

  Several judges' Adam's apples bobbed up and down as they secretly swallowed their saliva.

  "What a wonderful pickle... kimchi, it's really high level!"

  Jin Yong closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened them again, took a deep breath, and bowed solemnly to the same old place: "Too delicious, beyond my level, I lost..."

  Zhang Zhuang's face moved slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his thumb: "Master Jin is too polite, you are a true master chef!"

  Compared to Park Ji-soo, Kim Yong-bok's behavior is truly admirable; it turns out that not all Koreans are shameless and despicable people, but there are also gentlemen like Kim Yong-bok.

  "Master Jin, you!"

  Piao's face changed drastically. He was now filled with regret, if only he had known earlier, he wouldn't have invited such a fool to compete, and now the Longjin restaurant would be ruined by his hands.

  "Director Park, losing is just that, I will naturally return your money." Kim Yeong-bok looked at Park Ji-soo with some disdain and said coldly. With his status in the Goryeo food world, he didn't need to give Park Ji-soo any face.

  "Alright, Master Jin has conceded defeat, and the five of us unanimously agree that although both dishes scored full marks, the kimchi from Old Place was slightly better, so this challenge is won by Old Place!"

  Strike while the iron is hot; one hammer blow settles the matter.

  "Let's go!" Park Ji-soo's face turned pale as he got up from his seat.

  Slow!

  Zhang Zuo smiled and blocked his way: "Pu Geer, it seems you've forgotten something?"

  "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I'll keep my promise. From tomorrow on, Changjin Restaurant will be closed for a month!" Park Ji-soo sneered, "Is this enough? Are you going to restrict my personal freedom too?"

  "That's impossible, my China is a great and powerful country, but we can't do something that would make us lose face..."

  Zhang Zuo smiled and said, "However, Pak-ssi hasn't publicly announced that all historians of Goryeo are trash, nor has he publicly acknowledged that Confucius is a figure from my Huaxia. To leave like this seems a bit... unbecoming."

  "Mr. Zhang, don't be too deceitful."

  His pale face had almost turned into an eggplant color, and it took him half a day to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "You Chinese have a proverb that says 'Leave a thread of life, so you can meet again in the future.' What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"

  "It's better if we don't meet again in the future. You're not a flower girl, and I, Old Zhang, am not interested in you at all..."

  Zhang Zuo didn't buy it at all: "Besides, I'm the kind of person who likes to bully you little rascals, and you dare to bite me!"

  "Boss Zhang is right, if Little Zhang doesn't admit his mistake, he can forget about leaving this place!"

  "What's going on down there? The stick is going to play dumb, and there's no door! Suddenly they all shouted out."

  "Director Park, according to the rules of Jing Xing, those who go back on their promise to participate in the gambling match will be jointly boycotted by all colleagues..."

  Feng Huoyan coldly laughed and said: "Are you asking me, an old man, to announce that from today on, the entire Chu City's food industry will jointly boycott you?"

  "Feng Hui Chang, I will definitely remember today's humiliation!"

  His face turned alternately pale and red, before he finally managed to say: "Alright, I admit it. The historians of the Great Goguryeo Empire are all trash, Confucius... is one of you Huaxia people."

  After finishing speaking, he hastily left with a dark face, and except for the two stick sisters, neither the Korean judge nor Jin Yongzhu accompanied him.

  ***

  The sunset shines on Jianma Lake, and it seems that only a piece of red is left in the world. At this time, even professional fishermen have to sing the evening boat, let alone these amateur fishermen in the Yunshui Mountains. Therefore, the lake surface is quiet, with only occasional fish jumping out of the water, bringing a little fresh sound.

  Zhou Yi was lounging on the deck of the fishing boat he had just bought from a mountain villager, lazily fiddling with the fish grass in his hand, seemingly preparing to make a ear-scratching stick; Jin Yangyang was curled up beside him like a kitten, half-closing those bean-like eyes, but his two ears were automatically swaying back and forth, sometimes swinging left and sometimes right, it was unclear whether he was exercising his brain or shooing away flies.

  This guy looks even more idle than Zhou Yi, but every time there is a slight unusual sound under the water surface, he suddenly jumps up like lightning, dives into the water with his head, and after a while, he hums back to the boat from the stern, with a disappointed expression.

  "Alright, I said you're going to be a sore loser? You have to win this argument?"

  Zhou Yi glanced at Jin Yangyang with some impatience: "The black dog in Yuan Fang's house caught a 30-jin heavy carp, but it's a wolf dog, and its swimming skills are not something you can compare to. You're still going on and on. I just don't get it, what are you trying to get from Black Dog? Are you eyeing that little female dog again? Let me warn you, she's Black Dog's girlfriend, brother's wife is not to be trifled with, if you make a move, Black Dog will bite you and I won't intervene."

  "Hmm..."

  Jinyang hummed twice, gave Zhou Yi a white eye, and raised his front hoof, as if to say that Heitou was nothing, and Master Jin was not afraid of it.

  "Hmph, you're quite arrogant, huh?" Zhou Yi gave it a brain wave: "Alright, I won't stop you, go ahead and catch fish then? But first, go to the cabin and get me my phone, I need to make a call."

  "Hmm..."

  Jin Yangyue swiftly entered the cabin and quickly retrieved Zhou Yi's Nokia phone. After dialing, Zhou Yi laughed and said: "Zhang Ge, has the situation calmed down recently? I wanted to ask about that girl I asked you to investigate, how is she doing? Does it still need time? It's okay, no rush... what... all 3,000 catties of pickled radish have been sold out? And you want me to pay a higher price? Haha, how can this be?"

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