The God of Cookery Page #5

I didn't know you're smart

at eating sh*t too!

Stop beating!

Don't move!

I must kill this bastard!

I want him to die!

Okay! Let's kill him!

Don't move!

It's fixed, it's over.

What do you mean be "fixed"?

Something is happening,

let me go and find him!

You'd better save that.

You know nothing but fighting,

did I ask you to fight?

You must watch my ideas!

It's not Temple Street here.

You never improve.

What are you looking?

Want to beat me too?

Never mind her!

Brothers...

We've been staying

in Temple Street for 20 years.

Now we're going to set

into big business and go outside.

Wish our "Pissing Beef Balls"

more success!

Cheers!

Cheers!

Let me congratulate you on...

studying cooking in China tomorrow,

...so that you can get back

your title of "God of Cookery".

None of your business!

I was only joking.

Everybody, it's our last night

in this street.

Look carefully,

we'll rush out of Temple Street

tomorrow and challenge the world!

Sister Turkey says she won't leave.

What does she think?

Sister Turkey said

she will not leave her homeland.

Good! She's got to be a good wife.

I know you've loved her for a long time.

Love you bastard!

Sister Turkey used to be pretty.

So he did really love her.

Turkey was very pretty 3 years ago,

but she had her face spoiled

in a quarrel.

Why did she have a quarrel?

No one ever told me,

I just don't know.

I know the incident,

I was the only witness.

Uncle Kwan's men came

to have supper that night.

He tore apart Turkey's "flag".

Tore apart her "flag"?

Who tore my "flag"?

You ass-hole tore my flag

to clean your running nose?

Damn it! We provide toilet paper here.

Have you asked me?

What did you say?

I like using this to clean my nose.

What can you do to me?

You know who I am? Dare

you talk to me like this?

Stop tearing her flag,

just ruin her place, now!

Act!

Got it!

Dare you fight back?

The chop he gave her

was from hers forehead to nostrils

Here, right at the entrance

of her stall,

he stabbed into her spine...

...and that injured her nerve system,

so she has outpost teeth.

She has to endure her ruined face

for the rest of her life now.

That "flag" incident really hurt her.

What "flag"?

It's your "flag".

My "flag"?

The "flag" of "God of Cookery".

Your posters are really everywhere.

Especially the one in which

you're holding a small kid.

She says you're full of paternal love.

She's your number one crazy fan.

"God of Cookery"!

I must congratulate you then.

- Fat Snow!

- What do you mean, Fat Snow?

I'm talking to you.

I've asked you not to tell others.

In fact, she asked me to tell you

if such a chance arose.

Well, you've told him already,

it's nothing to be shameful of.

It gets on my nerves!

You'll go back alone to China tomorrow?

No one accompanies you?

Let me go with you then.

Taxi!

Where are you?

Where? I'm in China.

You needn't rush away,

Turkey is so kind to you.

Don't bullshit, I can't find

Chinese Cookery Academy now.

No, I've asked people about it.

Right... I find everything here,

toilets, temples...

...but just no Chinese Cookery Academy.

No way,

Maddy's sister's mother's

brother's son says there is.

Why don't you come back first?

Come back?

Don't you know I am on the run?

Don't worried,

Turkey is not here right now.

She's disappeared since you went away.

Where did she go?

I catch you at last!

Good! Catch you now!

You let me catch you at last...

What happens? What happens?

I've bought you much daily sundries.

You left so hurriedly,

I couldn't give them to you last time,

so I come all the way for you.

Don't waste all this stuff.

Thanks.

Hey, please do me a favor.

Draw a heart here,

with an arrow passing through it.

Stop fooling around.

Just a souvenir, come on.

Turkey, let me tell you.

I am sorry that this happened to you.

I am really touching...

But I don't want that, you know?

Sure, of course I know.

Come on, draw it for me, come on.

No problem, drawing a heart

is nothing special.

We're buddies,

let's make things clear first.

I've come all the way here

just to ask you draw me a heart,

and you're losing

your temper for that?

Even if you forget

I've done so much for you,

you must remember

I covered for you and got injured.

I didn't ask you to do

all this for me.

I didn't ask you

to get injured for me either.

What's that got to do with me?

According to your theory, if everyone

comes to get injured for me...

then I'll be running

into great trouble.

Many things are destined

and planned by heavens.

It's useless even if you are injured

you know?

Do you understand?

Hey, do you understand?

Okay.

How come?

What?

It's a rare astronomical phenomenon:

Nine stars joining into one.

When this happens, something

strange always happening.

Don't worry, he'll disappear forever.

The 28th Competition of "God of Cookery"

will start in one minute.

Let's have the honor of our judge...

Chairperson of international Gourmet

Society, the 'Princess of Taste'...

Miss Nancy Sit

Half minute to starting.

According to the rules,

all late comers will be disqualified.

No excuse is allowed.

All participants,

please get into your position.

I've checked, no one is coming,

the match will start soon.

Bastard, what a surprise.

Isn't he...

Madam, please go faster.

This is the fastest I can.

No way out.

Just arrive on time.

You?

Amida Buddha.

Who are you?

Dean of Shaolin Monastery,

my name is "Wet Dream".

Amida Buddha.

I come and leave with the wind.

Hey, I'm a good friend of Stephen Chow,

please respect me.

I beg you... please.

Security, throw this guy out.

Please close the gate

and prevent anyone

with wet dreams coming in.

Okay, the last participant has arrived.

The match start now.

I won't move before

my enemies take action.

I would like to know,

why Stephen Chow looks like this.

Why does he dress in ancient clothing?

Why does all his hair become white?

Is there a wire

so that he can fly over water?

Sir, He's now

an understudy of Shaolin Monastery.

Shaolin Monastery.

Amida Buddha.

I can only tell you,

He's linked with Buddha.

Based on sympathy,

I received him as a understudy.

Don't move!

You have been wounded by poisonous throne.

Luckily the poison

hasn't reached your brain.

Otherwise you'd die at once.

I've sucked out 80%

of the poison already.

Let me suck the remaining,

please.

Leave me alone!

I won't force you since you refuse.

You'll be in trouble,

Dean is very narrow-minded.

I hate people talking about me

behind my back.

Out!

Out!

Me out?

We're choosing the "God of Cookery",

not a clown in a circus.

Besides being a master in cooking,

God of cookery must be smart.

You want to be "God of Cookery"?

No way!

Eighteen Brassmen of Shaolin Monastery?

Right! Eighteen Brassmen

of Shaolin Monastery!

You've enraged the Dean,

you want to escape? No way!

Out!

Why?

Look at you, has your father just died?

Go home and face the mirror, out!

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