Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Chapter 155 Japanese-style Ramen

"Ramen, Japanese-style ramen at that, you're shameless!"

Lin Ran's expression changed, and she hurriedly looked at Gao Yang.

"Gao Yang, no, this can't be compared!"

"They're deliberately trying to compete with Japan on Japanese-style ramen; otherwise, why don't they compete with us on Sichuan cuisine?"

Lin Ran's words stunned everyone present.

Goodness, is this girl really that outspoken?

Fujita Taiga also felt a little embarrassed, but Fujita Daishu was now acting arrogantly again.

"What's wrong? It's just Japanese-style ramen, you guys aren't scared, are you?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier? What are you pretending to be all high and mighty for? I thought you were something special."

Gao Yang, with a cold face, gave a soft "heh".

"Do you want to kneel in front of everyone for half a day?"

Fujita Daishu was immediately speechless, his face stiffened, and he seemed to recall some unpleasant memory. He shrank back and stopped talking.

Kong Xiangyun also frowned, looking at Fujita Taiga with obvious displeasure in his tone.

"It's really asking too much of you to ask Chinese people to make your Japanese-style ramen. You're Japanese, which gives you a huge advantage."

Lin Zheng nodded slightly, his expression turning somewhat somber.

With the backing of these two bigwigs, the nearby guests readily agreed.

"This isn't a competition; it's a trap."

"Exactly! If you want to open a restaurant, show your ability! This kind of scheming against others and making them do all the work is disgusting."

"If we can compete, we will; if we can't, so be it. Anyway, we'll tell everyone what happened today, so what are we afraid of?"

The guests' chatter reached Fujita Taiga's ears.

He had hoped to use the Fujita family's reputation to shut everyone up.

Unexpectedly, the unity of the Chinese people far exceeded his expectations, and now he finds himself in a difficult position.

His thumb kept rubbing the gem at the tip of his cane, his eyes filled with gloom.

Gao Yang waited until the murmurs subsided before slowly managing to force a smile.

"Japanese-style ramen, that's good."

"Yeah, Gao Yang, we're not going to compete with him—what? Gao Yang, are you crazy? You're comparing Japanese ramen to a little notebook?"

Lin Ran, who had initially looked relieved, is now even more nervous.

Losing this matter is a small matter, but promoting the newly opened restaurant for the little devils would make one a traitor if word got out.

She looked at Gao Yang, her face full of anxiety.

Lin Zheng was surprised by Gao Yang's behavior, but after seeing Gao Yang's eyes and remembering Gao Yang's code of conduct, he silently sat back down.

When Kong Xiangyun saw that his old friend did not stop him, he instantly understood that this young man named Gao Yang was confident, and his eyes showed a hint of admiration when he looked at Gao Yang.

"A tiger in the heart, yet gentle as a rose in the hand—this kid is something else."

He nodded to himself.

On the other hand, Xiaobenzi breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Gao Yang agree so easily.

Fujita Daishu and his uncle exchanged a glance, and seeing the happiness in each other's eyes, fearing that Gao Yang might change his mind, he slammed his hand on the table.

"Okay, it's settled then, we'll have a Japanese-style ramen competition!"

The sound was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly.

When everyone heard that Gao Yang had actually accepted the challenge, they were all shocked and their mouths dropped open.

"How can this be allowed? Comparing Japanese style to Japanese style, Gao Yang is being too audacious."

"Gao Yang is stupid. He played a good hand badly and now he's finished."

"Yeah, isn't this a losing proposition? This time, we're probably doomed."

The guests' voices reached Gao Yang and his group, and Fujita Taiga and the others couldn't help but smile. Even Lin Zheng couldn't help but worry.

He understood that Gao Yang was decisive and capable, but this was He Feng. Could Gao Yang really do it? He couldn't just pull out a textbook and learn on the spot.

Gao Yang understood Lin Zheng's concerns and smiled, "Old Lin, don't worry, trust me."

After saying that, he went to the back kitchen and cleared out a space for the competition.

When the chefs in the kitchen learned that Gao Yang wanted to compete in making Japanese-style ramen, their expressions were no better than the customers'.

If you say they're better than Chinese food, they have absolutely no worries; they're also quite good at Western food. Gao Yang is an expert in this area.

But this is a gentle breeze!

The opponent is still Japan!

But since things have already turned out this way, there's not much they can say, and they can only choose to believe it.

Before long, Fujita Taiga arrived with a middle-aged man.

"This is our participant in the competition, Fujiwara Taro."

Upon seeing the crowd, Fujiwara Taro immediately steadied himself and bowed slightly to them.

"Fujiwara Taro is very honored to have the opportunity to compete against you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Lian couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"My God, it's Fujiwara Taro."

"What, you know him?"

"Of course, I saw it in a magazine. Fujiwara Taro specializes in ramen, and people in Japan call him the Ramen Master."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

"Wow, Ramen Master? Is he that famous?"

"In that case, does it seem like Chef Gao doesn't have much of a chance of winning? This guy is an immortal."

"Damn it, we'll only know if we can beat them after we've tried."

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions.

Everyone here is an expert; they can all see the thick calluses on Fujiwara Taro's hands, clearly the result of long-term practice.

Fujita Taiga was very pleased with everyone's expressions; his nose seemed to be pointing to the sky.

Fujita Daishu, standing to the side, was even more arrogant.

"You bunch of lowly people, are you scared now? It's no use. In front of the Ramen Master of our Great Japanese Empire, any effort is futile."

"Of course, if you're willing to kneel down and apologize right now, and promote our restaurant extensively, and we'll let you go, that's not impossible."

Everyone looked at him with disdain, and no one paid him any attention.

This guy must be a bit slow on the uptake, making people kneel and apologize every day. It seems like they're used to kneeling in Japan, that's why they act like this.

Gao Yang remained calm as he looked at Kong Xiangyun.

"Then we'll trouble you, Master Kong, to be the judge. After the competition, we'd appreciate your fair and impartial comments."

Kong Xiangyun nodded.

"That's natural."

Fujiwara Taro stretched his wrists and stood in front of his control panel.

His expression was solemn, and he exuded a calm aura that came from years of honing his ramen-making skills. He looked at Gao Yang with confidence, as if victory was assured.

"Master Gao, please make the first move."

He bowed slightly, his tone polite, but his eyes held a deep arrogance.

Fujita Taiga sat down steadily, leaning on his cane, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

In his eyes, Fujiwara Taro was the top ramen chef in the country, and with his unique soup base, he could easily crush his opponents. The outcome of this round was already decided.

Fujita Daishu stood up straight, occasionally raising his chin at the crowd, eagerly awaiting Gao Yang's defeat and embarrassment.

Lin Ran gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her heart pounding with anxiety. She kept glancing towards the control panel, filled with unease.

The experienced chefs in the kitchen held their breath, their eyes fixed on the scene, creating a tense and suffocating atmosphere.

Gao Yang walked calmly to the control panel, without the slightest urgency or panic.

He picked up an onion, a smile playing on his lips.

"Japanese-style ramen, right? Simple."

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