I'm an undercover pirate and I'm about to become a Yonko.

Seeing Alva fighting, Allen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

He has been waiting for this day for too long, and now the opportunity for revenge has finally arrived. He feels that his body is full of strength, and he can't wait for this duel to start immediately.

The host standing next to Allen was even more shocked and speechless by this sudden turn of events. It took him a while to realize what had just happened.

"Wow! I didn't expect that such a change would happen during the championship award ceremony. Now Alan officially proposes to challenge our Chef Alva!" The host picked up the microphone, and an excited roar resounded throughout the venue.

Whoa!

The quiet venue was completely boiling as if a stone had been thrown into it.

Whether it was the chef or the passengers, everyone was whispering to each other.

Some people firmly believed that Alva would not do such a dirty thing, but others began to wonder if Alva had used certain means to win the championship.

After all, Allen is the champion of this competition, and he still crushed all the way to win the championship. Naturally, there is no need to talk about his cooking skills.

The young Allen is so strong, but what about his father?Presumably his cooking skills are not bad either.

And Alva didn't win the championship directly that year, but after suggesting that Allen's father cheated, he won the title of champion after another duel. I have to say that this is very intriguing.

Alva's heart was not at peace either. He initially thought that Allen was just a pawn used by Huggins to beat him.

But now it seems that is not the case. This is not to beat him, but to want him to die!

At this point, it no longer matters whether the person standing behind Allen is Huggins.

If the duel between him and Allen failed, he would not only be ruined, but at least his face would be disgraced, and the things he planned would be basically impossible to realize.

Alva's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about what might happen next, and proactively said, "So according to the rules of the chef world, you have raised a challenge, then I will decide the content, okay?"

He saw that Allen's cooking skills were indeed very strong. Even he was not very sure that he could defeat him, so he would seize every opportunity he could take advantage of to increase his winning rate.

"No problem, as long as it's fair." Allen's words made Alva's face twitch again.

"Hmph, that showdown with your father was conducted under the witness of all the chefs. How can I be humiliated by a brat like you?" Alva growled with anger on his face.

Allen ignored him, turned around and bowed slightly to the judges and said, "I would also like to ask the judges to work hard and judge this duel."

The man sitting in the middle of the judges' table smiled and nodded and said, "Of course we won't miss such an exciting showdown."

"Wow, this year's celebration is so exciting. I didn't expect there would be a post-game show." A tourist said it was not a big deal to watch the excitement. For him, the commotion between the chefs had nothing to do with him, as long as Just watch if there is fun.

"Stop talking, I can't even hear that the chef named Alva has already proposed the content of the duel." The passenger's female companion pushed him dissatisfied.

The man said no more angrily and looked over.

At this time, Alva also proposed the content of this duel. He chose his best dish "soba noodles!"

Yes, that's right, it's soba noodles. Alva's cooking skills are very superb, and he can cook all kinds of dishes at his fingertips, but what he is best at is soba noodles.

The selection of this content surprised most of the people present. Originally, everyone thought that Alva would choose some rare ingredient as the content of the competition, but in the end, he used a common dish like soba noodles for such an important duel.

Only a few people's expressions became a little solemn, and most of these people were very famous chefs.

Seeing that everyone present was a little surprised, Alva also laughed in his heart, "Humph, soba noodles are not that simple to cook. It is very difficult to make them well."

The two Allens stood on their respective consoles, waiting for the host to announce the start of the showdown.

The audience outside the venue couldn't wait to witness this top-notch showdown in the chef world.

"Everyone has 20 minutes to submit the required ingredients, and now the competition officially begins!" Upon seeing this, the host stopped talking, and the clock placed on the judges' bench officially entered the countdown.

"Ellen, I know you are very powerful. If a few years pass, I will definitely not be your opponent. However, you are still too young now. Let me teach you how to respect your seniors in this duel!" Alva laughed evilly.

Allen lowered his head, as if he didn't hear Alva's voice, and quickly wrote the required ingredients on the note.

Soon, Allen raised the bag and called the staff next to him, "Send the ingredients and kitchen utensils here."

"Oh, okay, please wait a moment." The staff on the side did not expect that Allen would choose the ingredients so quickly. After taking the menu, he asked again, "Do you need any other ingredients?"

"No need, that's all!" Allen said decisively.

Having decided on the dishes to be made in such a short period of time, not only the staff were a little dazed, but even Alva was a little confused.

"Can he make soba noodles?" Alva was a little confused.

If you say he knows it, he seems to choose the materials too casually. If you say he doesn't, the speed of selecting them is a bit too fast.

After Allen handed the note to the staff, he turned his head and glanced at Alva, only to realize that he was looking at him in a daze.

"Ha." Allen naturally guessed why Alva was stunned. He chuckled and turned his head away from looking at him.

Hearing Qinghe, Alva also came to his senses. He no longer paid attention to Allen's actions, and began to seriously write down the ingredients he needed, and then called the staff to pick them up.

"I remember that the golden ratio of flour and soba noodles is 2:8, so I should follow this ratio."

Allen poured flour and buckwheat noodles into a basin at a ratio of 2:8, added an appropriate amount of water, and started kneading the noodles.

After Allen repeatedly folded the flour, it finally became dough, then covered it with plastic wrap and placed it in the refrigerator to rise.

At this time, Alva also started making dishes, and several people sitting on the judges' bench saw this and began to communicate.

"Haha, these two people cook completely different dishes." The judge on the left touched his chin with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, one is cold noodles and the other is hot noodles, but they both look pretty good." The judge on the side looked expectant, and the two different methods aroused his curiosity.

"After boiling soy sauce, mirin, and sugar together, put it in the refrigerator to cool, and then process the oysters. I wonder how Alva's soba tastes." The judge on the right said after watching Alva's cooking method carefully.

But Noel, who was watching the game on the sidelines, suddenly felt the secret phone bug on his body vibrate slightly.