The eSports King’s Crush

It was obvious to whom this sentence was addressed.

People were applauding because of what Mo Bei said.

Tom stood there, his face turned blue, his expression changing one after another.

He never thought that his French feast would be lost to a broken pancake!

The applause was too loud.

It was so big that Yuan couldn't give Mo Bei a low score under such circumstances.

The results are out.

Mo Bei's score was much higher than Tom's.

No matter from the knife skills of the dishes or the emotions conveyed by the dish itself, they completely blew each other away.

Tom was speechless.

Mo Bei walked over and passed by.

Tom couldn't help but said loudly: "You are taking revenge."

revenge?

What revenge?

People all looked over.

Tom snorted: "I just pushed your naughty kid and taught him how to behave. You treated me like this. It really made me see the general education in the country. This low-level education is enough."

Mo Bei turned his eyes and said with clear eyes: "You are not from abroad. You are making money in the country while devaluing the country in the name of a returnee. Mr. Tom said that I was retaliating. That was your misunderstanding. I'm just..."

Having said this, Mo Bei paused and passed by, extremely coldly: "I'm teaching you how to be a human being."

Tom's face darkened again.

Compare the two.

When Mo Bei's aura was fully activated, Tom was simply not enough to watch.

People listened to this conversation.

I understand better what's going on.

The eyes looking at Tom also changed.

Of course Tom noticed it and wanted to tell the judges that the result was unfair.

A butler wearing a black tuxedo came over and said, "Sir, you can be quiet. Don't think the result of the competition is unfair, because your qualification has been canceled by our wife."

"What?" Tom opened his eyes wide: "Why should I be disqualified from the competition? Do you know how popular I am in food broadcasts? To disqualify a contestant casually like this is to make fun of others. ?"

Compared to Tom's shouting, the housekeeper only smiled softly: "Our Feng family will not want people who worship foreigners, even for chef competitions. These are Madam's exact words. Your master, Mr. Yuan, will also agree with you." Go out together."

Suddenly.

Tom's face turned pale.

Master Yuan, who was sitting on the judges' table, also had his hands trembling.

Only Mo Bei raised his eyes and stopped looking.

Is Mrs. Feng here?

Then she can't stay any longer.

While everyone's eyes are on Master Yuan, let him give an explanation.

Mo Bei took back his phone and quietly stepped aside.

Xiao Nailin was still on top, with a pair of round eyes that were very bright: "Mom is so awesome, I wanted to drive that person out a long time ago, huh, he almost pushed me to the table, and my face was so handsome. It’s gone. Fortunately, the young lady is here and saved me.”

"Then let's go thank that young lady." Mrs. Feng's elegance is here: "I also want to try the pancakes she made."

Xiao Nailin nodded heavily, her little hand being held by Mrs. Feng.

However, Mo Bei downstairs had already taken advantage of the people's short-term distraction and walked out of the competition area.

Behind him is the bustling crowd.

Right now.

Outside the hotel.

A sports car like fireworks was coming at a fast speed.

He made a handsome turn and stopped in front of the hotel with a "squeak" sound...

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