Zhou Dong and others talked and walked, but they had already reached the junction of Area A and Area B.

Area a is the European competition area, and Area b is the Smida National competition area, divided into two by this junction.

The area A on the left is filled with steak and foie gras. The area B on the right is full of bottles and jars and small bowls with black base and red edges.

The bowl contains various Simida kimchi, and the salty, spicy and sweet tastes are coming to the face, as if you have entered the Chinese pickle garden of the last century.

Kimchi is the soul national dish of Smida. Because it is pickled for a long time and cannot be prepared only when the competition is over, the competition allows participating Smida players to participate in the competition with various kimchi made in advance.

However, to be fair, in addition to submitting a proof video of the production process, each participating kimchi needs to have a certificate from the Smithar Food Association to prove that ‘my kimchi is made by me’.

There was once a joke that a boss brought a group of men to Simida to work in the business of Simida. In the end, Simida held a banquet to entertain him.

Looking at the dazzling array of kimchi in front of me, the boss was very satisfied.

It is said that Simida Country is so exquisite that even the side dishes on the mat are so exquisite.

When he tried every kimchi with great enthusiasm, he found that the main dish was gone and asked the reason. His younger brother replied with a wry smile, "Boss, the dish has been served..."

Damn it, it’s all kimchi!

This shows how important kimchi is to Simida Country.

However, everyone's attention was not on these kimchi at this moment, but was attracted by a huge poster hanging in the air.

What a big poster,

What a big pig!

On the poster, there was a giant pig with a mane that exploded and fangs protruding on the lips. It was squinting a pair of thin eyes, and the expression on the pig's face seemed to be a smile.

There is a bubble circle on the lips of this giant pig, with two lines of bright red characters written in the bubble circle.

The above line is Chinese traditional Chinese, and the following line is German, and the content is the same - 'No pig can escape Germany alive!

Please vote your score to the German Pig King!

As long as there is pork, the style of the pig king cannot be ignored!

He is like a warm sunshine that always shines on our dining table!’

Zhou Aiguo couldn't understand German, but he could barely understand Chinese traditional Chinese: "Teacher, this German pig king is so arrogant!"

Huai Liangren smiled: "The German pig king is powerful. The pork food he cooks has not even criticized Guan Dasheng, the president of the Xiangjiang Food Association, which is not easy.

There are no more than ten chefs who can be criticized by President Guan for thirty years, and Ham and I are among them..."

"Oh? The Poison Dragon King actually let him go? It made me a little curious.

Patriotism, let’s go to the Pig King’s booth to take a look.”

The Poison Dragon King in the Xiangjiang food industry has only criticized but not praised for the past 30 years. If he can avoid being criticized by him, it must be unique.

"You may not believe me after talking about Lao Zhou. My tongue is quite sensitive, and I am even called 'Yi Yin's tongue', but I can't eat the secret of the Pig King."

Huailiangren said: "Even the ordinary pork, it can become a top-notch delicacy in Ham's hands.

As for the ingredients like pork alone, he seems to have a magical magic.”

"Is that? Then I must try it. I haven't taken the three-pointer today yet. I hope he has the ability to get my three-pointer."

The description of the good man Huai made Zhou Dong feel moved and he accelerated his pace unconsciously.

"Oh, my dear friend, I finally saw you!"

The fat German man standing behind the booth smiled and opened his arms to Huai Liangren, making a hug gesture.

"Ham, let me introduce you. This is the chef Zhou I told you.

He is one of the few genius chefs I agree with, just like you!"

Huailiangren smiled and said to the German fat man: "I believe that he is like you, who has some kind of secret."

"Oh, my dear, you are so suspicious, I have no secrets.

Zhou, I'm very happy to see you,

Trust me, you can leave your three points with me with confidence.

Tomorrow is your game day, right? In the words of you Chinese, I will definitely repay you.”

"Your English is very good, not like an old-school German, but the py transaction is not good."

Zhou Dong looked at Ham with a smile.

What impressed Ham, who is 1.9 meters tall, is his big head, and his big beard that occupies almost 80% of the face. This guy has stronger hair than pigs.

Although wearing an oversized chef's uniform, the fat German man's breasts still popped out from the neckline, just like the most tenacious thorns.

Zhou Dong dared to make a promise that if he took off all his clothes and threw them directly into the orangutan pile, he would not look protruding.

"If you want to leave my three points, it depends on your skills."

Zhou Dong glanced at Ham's booth and found that there were no German sausages and hams, which needed to be made in advance.

Pork is actually like pickles to Germany,

If the Germans apply to the competition organizing committee, they will most likely receive treatment similar to kimchi.

But Ham didn't do this. His booth was filled with crispy pork, meat patties, fresh meat burgers, and roasted pork feet.

This made Zhou Dong somewhat appreciate it. Compared with the Germans, Smithar has already lost without having to compete.

"Zhou, I have the confidence to let you still return to my booth during dinner."

Ham smiled and said, "And by that time, you will complain that only three points are too few. If there are three hundred points, you will definitely vote for me!"

“Is that?”

Zhou Dong didn't say much this time, so he picked up the silver fork beside the dining plate, and forked it up with a piece of crispy pork and put it into his mouth.

"The skin is crispy and juicy, and it's a good idea to have cherries when you grill this crispy pork."

Zhou Dong's English is average, so he simply used Chinese language to communicate with Ham. He wanted Huai Liangren to help translate, but he didn't expect that Zhou Aiguo would recommend himself, and his English was fluent, which made Huai Liangren look at him.

But it is not surprising to think about it. Many African countries were originally British, and Zhou Aiguo was also a well-educated prince.

"Well, the fresh cherries from Xiangjiang from Guangzhou Province are of great quality."

Zhou Dong slowly savored the taste of crispy pork, and suddenly said, "If I guessed correctly, you should have arrived in Xiangjiang a lot of days in advance, right?"

When Ham's face changed slightly when he heard the English translated by Zhou Aiguo, he changed his face slightly: "Oh, Zhou, you guessed it right.

I heard many people say that Xiangjiang is a food paradise. I came here in advance just to taste the food in Xiangjiang..."

"Is that true?"

Zhou Dong raised another piece of the divided pig's trotter, savored it for a while, and said, "Mr. Ham, isn't lying a good habit?

Let me tell you what delicacies did you eat when you came to Xiangjiang?
Chapter completed!