Seeing that Xiang Yu didn't look very excited. He Yingcai patiently analyzed with him.

"President Wen's work schedule is very full, and the masked chef god competition is the only opportunity to contact her. ”

Xiang Yu silently complained in his heart: This magical Mary Sue world.

What the hell is masked cooking?

Although he has been influenced by Lao Yuan and Lao Xiang since he was a child, he only has a very shallow understanding of the cooking steps, and several practical experiences have ended in failure. The only thing that succeeded was boiling instant noodles.

With such cooking skills, how to participate in the Chef God Competition?

What's more, only the one who wins in the end can have a chance to contact Wenyin.

If he fails, his previous time and efforts will be in vain, not to mention, masked competition, can Wenyin know who he is?

Speaking of his doubts, the planner He Yingcai looked confident, "Little boy, I have already thought about the problem you said in advance, and I stayed up late for this and came up with two ways to ensure that I can send the little boy to the throne of the God of Cooking!"

"Tell me about it. Xiang Yu is interested.

"First of all, only four contestants will finally pass the review of the program team, and as long as they defeat the remaining three opponents, they can get the right to enter the haunted house with President Wen. As for the method, after I carefully studied the rules of the program group, I found a loophole......"

He Yingcai's expression was mysterious, and he stretched out a finger.

Xiang Yu's eyes also focused on his fingers, and he sighed in his heart: He Yingcai is really a master of storytelling, obviously there are no unusual words, but after he narrates it, he will have a trace of nervousness out of thin air.

That is, the rules do not clearly state that dashi cannot be brought into the scene and used directly, which means that even if Xiao Gongzi just goes to the scene to cook instant noodles with the delicious dashi prepared in advance, he may win. ”

He Yingcai showed a confident expression.

Is that really the case?

Xiang Yu expressed doubts.

He Yingcai continued to add: "Besides, we can do tricks on the hood to attract the attention of President Wen. Based on my review of previous events, I found that the design of the headgear would also serve as a secondary reference. ”

"The program team informed me that the program will be recorded tomorrow night, and in such a short time, the competition will be tomorrow, where can I design an ingenious headgear. ”

He Yingcai suddenly said with a mysterious face: "Little boy, don't worry, I've already done it for you." ”

Looking in the direction he pointed, Xiang Yu saw a big box in the corner of the wall: when he entered the door, his attention was on He Yingcai, and he didn't find that there was such a big box at home.

walked over and used the key to cut open the transparent glue sealed on the cardboard box, and Xiang Yu took out a faucet-shaped hood from inside.

Xiang Yu: ......

It's just an ordinary household faucet, and it doesn't look special.

After controlling his facial expressions, Xiang Yu did not forget to encourage He Yingcai: "It is indeed ingenious, but this hood is not enough to support me to win the final victory of the Masked Chef God Competition, right?"

The opening was another cliché: "Little boy, don't worry. The head cover of the faucet looks ordinary, but there is actually a mechanism inside, I'll show you......"

The two heads came together, studied the hood of this faucet, and cooed for a long time.

Not to mention, Xiang Yu really felt a little confident when he saw the results shown by He Yingcai: maybe he could really win the Masked Chef God Competition.

The enthusiastic study of the headgear by the two ended with the familiar greeting from the old man: "Open the meal!"

So, despite the repeated prevarication, in the end, He Yingcai did not resist Lao Xiang's warm invitation and was fortunate to have a light meal at the big boss's house.

Even if he dislikes the accommodation environment of the boss's house, he is shaken by his dream of becoming the boss. But after tasting the craft of nine turns of the large intestine, this dream has shown signs of revival.

Today is another day of dreaming of becoming a boss.

After being full of wine and food, He Yingcai left contentedly.

That night, at the request of his son, Lao Xiang carefully boiled a Buddha jumping over the wall.

The soup is made with abalone, sea cucumber, beef tendon and other ingredients, and simmered. All it takes is a lot of time.

Lao Xiang was conscientious, guarding the dining table outside the kitchen, swiping his mobile phone, watching the news, and if he needed to control the heat, he went to the kitchen to turn the knob on the gas stove.

Look at the time and add condiments such as salt.

Unexpectedly, waiting and waiting, Lao Xiang dozed off in the restaurant.

In the dream, I took a hot spring with Comrade Yuan Hongmei, who was in my heart, and got the other party's scrubbing service.

Halfway through, Xiang Yu, who had finished his homework, ran to the bathroom, and the sound of slippers stepping on the floor woke up Lao Xiang.

He let out a loud snort before getting up.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen, and then he thought that he was still stewing soup, and hurriedly got up in a panic, for fear that the rice wine in the jar would dry up.

When I opened the lid, I saw a fragrant smell - very good!

It's just that......

Lao Xiang, who got up from a good night's sleep, has a poor memory: did he put salt in it?

It seems like...... Didn't put it!

Yes, I didn't.

"Look at my memory. ”

Lao Xiang grabbed a handful of salt from the condiment jar and sprinkled it in the bubbling jar.

Smelling the fragrance of the Buddha jumping off the bridge in his room, Xiang Yu had a greater grasp of tomorrow's success, and couldn't help but look at the faucet hood in the corner.

"It's up to you tomorrow, brother!"

…………

So, the next night, Xiang Yu really appeared in the recording hall of Shiyan City TV Station.

As the recent trump card column of Shiyan City TV Station, the scale of the Masked Chef God Contest is still quite large, which can be seen from the nearly 200-square-meter recording hall.

As for Wenyin, Xiang Yu looked around and didn't see anyone.

The heart said, He Yingcai, this kid won't pit me, right?

He also deliberately put on the hood in advance, which attracted a lot of attention, although it was much inferior to the monster hood next to him, everyone's attention was still focused on the little girl who was only ten years old.

Xiang Yu's opponent, in addition to this little girl, also has an eighty-year-old lady.

The last one is, the demonstrators holding signs......

It seems that these three people may not pose any threat to themselves.

However, Lao Xiang taught him since he was a child that people should not be good-looking, just like the ten-year-old girl, who looks confident, and when it comes to cuisine, she is even more straightforward.

Ignoring the demonstrators holding signs, the eighty-year-old lady looks like a person of great wisdom who has gone through the vicissitudes of time and has experience. Talking and walking are slow.

Of course, it is also possible that it is because of osteoporosis, and I am worried that I will fall if I walk fast.

Wearing a name tag as requested by the staff means that the game is about to start.

At this time, there is a TV screen in the studio, which broadcasts the scene in real time.

Wen Yin, who was putting on makeup, glanced at the screen.

Coincidentally, the camera camera just turned to Xiang Yu and aimed at the name tag on his chest......

"Xiang ...... Iron pillars?"

Syllable!

The name tag that Wenyin held in his hand fell to the ground.