"Xiao Qi, do you think it should be made seriously to make it more delicious, or to make it something that can't be swallowed?" After Liu Zaishi listened, he immediately began to discuss with Zhao Yongqi.

Before Zhao Yongqi could answer, Lee Kwang-so smiled evilly and said: "I think the more unpalatable it should be, the better, hehe, there is a grudge to revenge, and the time has come to take revenge!"

Ji Shizhen glanced at the fool giraffe, and said in a very speechless tone: "If you want to be smashed out of the head by Zhizhi and Zhien, you can do it!"

The giraffe's face turned pale, as if it had just sounded, and if it was too unpalatable, it would definitely be beaten, so he couldn't help but shrink his head.

Zhao Yongqi, who had not spoken, raised his head at this moment, and said with a wicked smile: "This time, I agree with Guangzhu's opinion!

Li Guangzhu's eyes suddenly lit up, he squeezed to Zhao Yongqi's side, put his arm on his shoulder, and said eagerly: "Little Brother Qi, why do you say that?

"I'm afraid!" Zhao Yongqi said as a matter of course, but as soon as the conversation changed, he continued: "But what's the use of being afraid? Think about it, just now PD said that we must serve the queen, and we still decide the victory or defeat according to the number of lollipops." Then it's very simple, we must serve the two queens, right? In this way, you think about it, the queen of ignorance will definitely smash us when she sees us in order to win. As for Ji-eun, do you think she's going to force her to eat something hard to eat in order to win? So, overall, the chance of us being smashed is more than 80 percent. Besides, maybe if you're lucky, you can get mixed with the dishes made by the Chinese brothers, so you don't have to be beaten, and you can frame others! ”

"Haha, Xiao Qi, you're really bad!" Liu Zaishi gave a thumbs up after listening, "But I like it!, okay, let the two queens see how the new stars in the dark culinary world are rising!"

A group of men hid on the side and muttered and discussed, and the ignorant Zhi on the side had already pursed his small mouth, and said to the natural dumb who looked left and right and didn't feel anything: "Zhien, smash them hard in a while, they will definitely make it bad!"

"Mm-hmm, I wanted to smash them. Li Zhien nodded unequivocally in agreement, and looking at this, he didn't think about any mercy at all.

Seeing that a group of people had finished discussing, PD lifted the timer, and after giving an order, everyone began to act, choosing the ingredients they felt were still passable, and returned to their respective cooking tables.

Because the rules are what everyone needs to do, even Ji Zhi and Lee Ji Eun are no exception. Although the craftsmanship of Zhizhi cannot be compared with Zhao Yongqi, the things made are quite palatable. This time, she also chose the chicken soup she was familiar with, at least it wouldn't be too unpalatable. As for Lee Ji-eun, this well-deserved queen of the dark culinary world, no matter what she does, she will have the power of a nuclear bomb, but she doesn't know if this time it will blow up herself or the stunned queen next door.

After Zhao Yongqi thought about it, he made sweet and sour tenderloin, whether it was meat or fried, these were no problem at all, but in the final sauce, he chose to use a combination of cuttlefish ink and mustard. In the end, what came out was not only a black plate, but also had a pungent smell, not to mention the lower mouth, even if you smell it, you will be poisoned.

Li Zhien, who had finished his dark cooking early, rushed to Zhao Yongqi's side with drooling, and originally wanted to taste the good ingredients, but at this glance, the beautiful willow eyebrows wrinkled together, pointed to the black thing and said, "Frog Oba, what are you doing?"

"The improved version of sweet and sour tenderloin, Lord Queen, do you want to taste it?" With the expression on his face of the strange Shu millet abducting little Lori to see the goldfish, Zhao Yongqi pushed the plate in front of Li Zhien's little face.

Although he really wanted to taste it, he felt like throwing up when he smelled it, and in the end, Lee Ji-eun couldn't muster up the courage to try something that was too terrifying.

Since it's a dark dish, it's basically a mess, for example, Liu Zaishi took a bunch of fishy seafood, and didn't even do the basic fishy treatment, so he cooked a big pot of soup, and in the end, even he couldn't stand the strange smell, and fled to the side before he could put it on the plate.

It's just an hour later, except for Jing Chugoku, who honestly makes jajangmyeon, and Zhizhi, who stews chicken soup well, everyone else has finished cooking.

After Lee Kwang-so handed over the colorful thing in his hand, which smelled like dried salted fish, to the PD who was pinching his nose, he looked back at the two who were still cooking carefully, and couldn't help clapping his hands and said with a smile: "I feel that this is not a game to serve the queen, but a lottery to win the lottery." ”

A group of bastards who had been preparing to make a bad one laughed out loud, and all of them looked very proud. However, as the saying goes, the combination of happiness and sorrow is a must.

Just as everyone was laughing happily, PD finally took out a bunch of gourd scoops from the travel bag brought by the logistics. Seeing that there were enough people laughing, the thickness of the scoop made even Zhao Yongqi feel his scalp tingle, and the smiles of a group of bastards suddenly disappeared.

"IS THERE A MISTAKE!" GARY PICKED UP A GOURD SCOOP, KNOCKED IT ON HIS HEAD AS IF HE HAD TRIED, AND IMMEDIATELY RUBBED HIS HEAD AND LOOKED BACK AT THE GOURD SCOOP WITHOUT EVEN A TRACE OF CRACKS, AND SAID, "THIS THING HITS THE HEAD, YOU ARE NOT AFRAID OF CEREBRAL CONGESTION?"

Zhao Yongqi picked up a gourd scoop speechlessly, knocked on the scoop with his fingers, and said with a bitter face: "There is a saying in Huaxia that the road is one foot high and the devil is one foot high." If I had known that this was the kind of thing, I would have had to do it decently in order to reduce the chance of getting beaten. Now, it's not the queens' lottery winning contest, it's our lottery winning contest, I hope we can draw what Jihyo and Brother China did. ”

The PDs couldn't help laughing, so they didn't care about the sighs and sighs of the group, and quickly put the dishes made by Zhizhi and China into their two small silver plates, and then numbered the plates.

At this moment, the field staff had also made arrangements in the next room and guided everyone to the next room.

The convenience next door was supposed to be a cooking class, but at this moment, all the tables and chairs have been removed, and there are two gorgeous thrones in the center, and the dishes that each person divides into two have also been placed in the corner. At this moment, on the silver platters with inverted lids, each has a numerical number, which, needless to say, must have been used to draw lots.

PD respectfully invited the two queens to take their seats, and then asked them to rock-paper-scissors to decide the order of the collection. Zhizhi had better luck and won this round, and Lee Ji-eun naturally became the first queen to start tasting.