"Yes, first select five judges, and they will decide the outcome of this showdown, how do you think the candidates will be decided?" Richie looked at McGonagall, his expression was still relaxed, but his eyes became a little solemn, after all, this was a duel that blocked his entire net worth and the hard work of three generations.

Outside McMie's Restaurant, people spontaneously remained quiet, all on tiptoe, looking forward at McGonagall with their heads stretched out, their faces full of anticipation, speculating that those people would be selected as judges for this showdown, and of course, wondering if such good fortune would fall on their heads.

"Since it is a duel, and we have gambled on our entire net worth, the judges must naturally be professional, so that whoever wins and who loses can be convinced." McGonagall looked around at the onlookers and smiled, "Everyone present, see if there are any professionals around you who can recommend you, or if you feel that you are professional and fair enough, you can also recommend yourself." ”

"Okay." Richie nodded, agreeing with McGonagall's approach, which was obviously more reliable than pulling five random passers-by, but in this case, the guys and friends he arranged in the crowd were basically useless, but he was confident that he would defeat McGonagall in the barbecue.

"Boss Mai, President Robert of the Restaurant Association is here!" Harrison shouted as he raised his hand in the crowd.

The crowd spread out a bit, giving way to Robert.

"President Robert, I wonder if I could ask you to be one of the judges for this showdown." McGonagall looked at Robert and smiled.

"President Robert!" Richie's eyelids jumped, Richie's barbecue was removed from the food list when the new president took office, and it would be a bit bad for me if he became a judge.

People also looked at Robert curiously, not knowing if he would agree, the restaurant association is the most official and authoritative catering institution in the chaotic city, if the president of the restaurant association presides over this showdown, there is no need to worry about fairness and authority at all, but I didn't expect that I thought it was just a small-scale showdown, but it led to the president, making this showdown more expected.

"Although I don't agree with the stakes cooking showdown, but this is a voluntary choice between the two of you, so I will not interfere, and I will judge this showdown as the president of the restaurant association today." Robert walked out slowly, and said with a somewhat serious expression.

"Thank you." McGonagall smiled and nodded, he was not afraid of authority, he was worried about the selection of five fake spectators who had received money, and Robert was obviously not among the ranks that Richie could buy.

"The famous food critic - Mr. Peter Phi is here!" Soon, another voice sounded in the crowd, which immediately caused an uproar and attention.

"I can promise you to be the judges of this competition." The crowd parted ways, and Peter Feder, dressed in a gray-black trench coat and holding a brown cane in his hand, stepped forward with pointed scalp boots, looked McGonagall up and down, and said with a slight mockery: "Your chef's uniform is clean, but it looks like a floured saury." ”

The crowd erupted in laughter, Fei Peter is quite famous among gourmets in the chaotic city, especially in the foodie circle, and is even more famous for his poisonous tongue, but he didn't expect that he would also come today, and he would also become a judge.

Commenting on McGonagall with her trademark poisonous tongue as soon as she appeared on the stage, although McGonagall in a white and black chef's uniform is a far cry from the floured saury, it is expected that today's fight will become more interesting because of him.

Richie couldn't help but smile on his face, although he didn't have much of a liking for the critic who had commented on Richie's barbecue on many occasions in all sorts of strange language, but now it seemed that he was more hostile and aggressive towards McGonagall, which was undoubtedly good news.

"Your shape is also very good, and the duck that has just come out of the water does not have the same straight hips as you." McGonagall smiled as she looked at the windbreaker that was tucked up at the tail behind him.

"If the duck duck cocks its butt, it can still be compared." Amy looked at Peter Fei's clothes and said with a serious expression.

"If you look at it this way, the upturned clothes really look like a duck that has just come out of the water."

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, Boss Mai and the little boss are really bad."

"I feel that Peter Fei has met an opponent, with one enemy and two enemies, defeated!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted into a louder laugh.

Fei Peter's face turned a little red, the crooked mustache on his lips trembled, usually those restaurant owners were sneered at by him and had to laugh and please him, and there had never been a situation like this that he was directly scolded back, looking at McGonagall's father and daughter, there was a feeling of meeting opponents in chess, he took a deep breath to calm his mood, and pouted: "The chef speaks by cooking skills, and he can't add points to his mouth."

"You're right, a chef can rely on his cooking skills if he doesn't speak well, and if a critic doesn't speak well, he won't even have to eat." McGonagall still smiled.

Critics with a poisonous tongue? Heh, then he is at the level of the ancestor master, after all, he can let the Heavenly Dao punish him and throw him directly to the other world, and it is estimated that he is the only one in the world.

In contrast, this peer from another world who took the same route as him back then was obviously still a little tender, and unfortunately met him.

It's just that his current identity has changed from a critic to a chef and a boss, he doesn't have a good temper to stand aside and listen to people's diss, and it is his true temperament to go back, and the long-suppressed poisonous tongue soul has begun to show signs of recovery.

"Humph!" Fye Peter was so angry that he couldn't speak, he snorted heavily to express his anger, glanced at McGonagall, and stood aside to stop talking, but he had already thought in his heart that he would definitely comment on the dishes made by this mouth-checking guy in a while.

Richie couldn't help but want to laugh, and at the same time, his heart was already happy, it was too late for others to please the judges, but McGonagall was directly on the bar with him, it seems that Peter Fei's vote is stable.

Then two judges were elected from the crowd, one is a professor at the School of Chaos, who usually writes some food reviews part-time, which is also famous, and the other is the owner of Shire's barbecue restaurant, a recognized loyal boss, his family's barbecue restaurant ranks 50th on the food list, and can be regarded as a professional in barbecue.

"There is still a place for the last judge, and are there any recommended or self-recommended?" McGonagall asked, looking at the crowd.

Zhuyu is in front, and the average foodie will naturally not raise his hand, after all, it will be embarrassing if he can't say a word after going up, so he fell into silence for a while.

"May I?" At this moment, a voice sounded, although it was an inquiry, but with an unquestionable feeling.