"You are tough enough!" Fang Ning gnashed her teeth and knew that these two goods were determined by the weight.
Yeah, he just doesn’t pay for it. If he loses, won’t the treasure in that high box be gone?
This guy’s stingy nature will never allow this to happen.
"Ha ha ha ha, you must be puzzled. Anyway, I just won’t help you cook."
"Hum, I don’t think it’s white, but you just said that I came to the high platform box for nothing. At this time, there is a god of food who cooks and bears his baby." Fang Ning faint tunnel.
"Psst ….." Uncle was horrified. "You guessed it before!"
"That is, of course, don’t look at who I am? I am a wise man! " This time, Fang Ning gloated.
"What wise man is that you and I have stayed in the stomach for too long, and everything has made you understand. I highly doubt whether you have peeped into our fresh-keeping area through the keyhole again … It seems that the lock is not enough and you have to add an door." The uncle was depressed.
"Who has time to peek into your warehouse?" After Fang Ning wanted to understand the answer, he soon became upset again.
Because this means that it is really impossible for uncle to trust him to cook!
This guy has a unified cooking root, so he won’t be worse than the god of food. He should be higher.
Therefore, when it has no power, it is the root of the other party’s disagreement
But he is different from himself. Grandpa is never afraid of losing face. He is very afraid of losing face.
Always holding the title of "the first chef in heaven", although it doesn’t feel anything at ordinary times, it is still a true identity. It is not a knight-errant who earns those titles.
Now, if you throw away your cooking in full view, it’s not as good as your apprentice or his hermit. How can you go out to meet people?
Just like that bastard said, how can I meet Er Yue when I go home?
Life-prolonging pills are easy to take. If it’s a big deal, it’s enough to fool an uncle into moving them.
But there is no name for victory and there is a lack of names.
Fang Ning closed his eyes and recalled what he had learned before.
The purpose of learning that little cooking in the former alchemist’s room at that time was precisely that when cooking at home, you can’t let the robot go out at home, can you?
That won’t cause many accidents?
Although there won’t be many cooking opportunities, there will always be.
Now he’s glad he tried hard before, or he’ll really be blind now.
……
One afternoon has passed and someone has taken the lead in bringing a pot of fresh and delicious soup to the high platform.
Worm Daqing first took out a glittering spoon and put it in the pot.
The spoon of golden blade Daqing nodded to the middle-aged woman who brought the pot. "Well, the spoon of God has recognized that although this pot of soup belongs to you, it is also qualified."
The middle-aged woman immediately put her hands together and thanked her by saying, "Thank you, Shen Shao, thank you."
Then Insect Daqing took out a pair of silver chopsticks and inserted them into the pot to clip out some dishes.
Those chopsticks didn’t shine.
"Alas, it’s a pity that this pair of chopsticks feels bad to recognize this pot of soup." Worm Daqing lamented.
Middle-aged women suddenly look gloomy.
She works for a newly-rising cultivation family, and her cooking is naturally top-notch, and she can win the prize in the National Gourmet Competition.
This time, the other party didn’t ask her to win, but she had to guarantee a place to become famous.
Then Insect Daqing took out seven pieces of kitchen utensils, including a shovel, a bowl and a knife … Four of the last nine pieces of kitchen utensils were approved, but he disagreed with five pieces.
"Don’t worry about it, and I want me to recognize that they are nothing." Insect Daqing said with a ticket.
"Uh …" The middle-aged woman was still ignorant, and the auxiliary team behind her had already winked at her.
It took her a long time to react and begged quickly, "If the magic worm can recognize us, we will have a good reward."
Worm Daqingwen immediately smiled and was about to promise when she heard a steady atmospheric sound.
"Is it possible that this God will openly ask for bribes in broad daylight?"
Insect Daqingdang gritted his teeth with anger, which is another good thing for Daqinglong to ruin himself …
The other party is always the same as Dad, so that it can always talk.
"Of course not. Speaking with conscience, I have always been an honest worm. This time, the God of Food will honestly evaluate that it will never be bending the law." It said with a pair of worm legs according to its chest.
They all looked at each other, which was white. Why did a chef come in with this invincible warrior to make up for the competition?
So that’s it. The other side must have recognized that if it is to ensure fairness in the competition, it must be spent on his family.
They thought of here at that time the morale plummeted all some absent-minded.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that they had come to accompany the exam, and the real winner had already been decided.
Chapter one hundred and sixty-seven Spicy crying
"I’m sorry you failed in this soup, but you were eliminated." Worm Daqing swallowed the whole pot of soup in one gulp and said slowly after a while.
All of a sudden, nine formal contestants were surprised, and one was eliminated?
You know, there are many people who can enter this square and become the final contestants.
However, you must find nine ingredients that meet the requirements before you can enter.
After a series of negotiations, these nine companies were finally left.
Now it’s the first pot of soup, so one will be eliminated.
"God worm adults also please!" Middle-aged women who were still hopeful suddenly turned pale.
Her family has to rely on the support of behind-the-scenes forces. If they can’t even qualify, it is conceivable that they will immediately fall into the first-class kitchen after returning, and there will be no resources to tilt.
Death is not death, but for those who are used to it, falling to the bottom may be even worse than death, otherwise there will not be so many people who kill themselves.
Worm Daqing shook his head and said, "Although your soup tastes ok, there is no emotion that can’t let you live."
Everyone was horrified when they heard it.
What makes soup with feelings?
This thing is mysterious and mysterious, but it is often written in novels. What kind of emotional food really needs to be put into practice? It is a subjective and subjective thing.
Unless the family cooks for others, such as making the diners feel emotional?