The third round of auditions also kicked off with a perfect score.

Oh –

No, for some people, this perfect score already means that this round of auditions has completely lost its luster and become boring.

Background.

Xia Yu came down from the front desk and pulled the door of the lounge casually, but was frightened by the figure that suddenly flashed in front of him.

"Basic operations?"

"It's a basic operation!"

Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, Wu Yingying and an unknown women's clothing boss occupied his lounge. Tang Yuqiong took the lead, standing at the door with her waist crossed to block people.

With such a question and answer, Tang Yuqiong looked very dissatisfied, "What do you think the basic operation looks like?"

She stared.

"It's just that you can cook a dish that meets your level of cooking skills casually. Isn't this a normal operation, a basic operation?" Xia Yu was speechless.

"Hey, what I want to say is not this, but do you really think that your test-taking work on the stage just now is based on your cooking skills, ordinary and ordinary cuisine?"

"Hmm......"

Seeing four pairs of eyes, staring at him for a moment, Xia Yu could only think hard, and finally simply spread his hands, "Actually, really, I think that medicinal perch soup is even more inferior than the basic operation, because the inspiration for the medicinal diet formula comes from a person, a strange formula, oh, that person, you know, it's ......"

Thump!

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of a fall in the corridor behind him.

Fan Jiaorou, the female celebrity chef of Yunmengze, who also hurried from the private room, covered her forehead that was flushed with bumps, and leaned against the wall, obviously she heard Xia Yu's words and was shocked.

That person, that formula, isn't that her?

"No wonder!"

"It's not a coincidence!"

Fan Jiaorou's dizzy head was occupied by surprises.

"Look, the Lord is coming—"

Xia Yu chuckled, didn't pay any attention to Sixiu, turned his head and went to say hello to Fan Jiaorou.

Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, Wu Yingying and others looked at each other.

……

The first audition has not yet ended, but there are many guests who have left.

Mrs. Tang and Tang Tianxing, the head of the Tang family, had come out of the Longmen Pavilion and walked among the pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard.

"Mother, what do you think?"

Tang Tianxing saw the old lady stop in front of a pond, so he asked.

Mrs. Tang pointed to the koi in the pond, and at this time, a carp with a red body jumped out of the water with a swift and unstoppable momentum, and shook off the waves.

"Leap the Dragon Gate!"

Hearing this, Tang Tianxing's face was shocked.

He naturally understood the meaning of the old lady's words, "But, but, isn't it rumored that he hasn't broken through to the Lin level for a long time?"

"You are also Lin Chef, Tianxing, with your cooking skills, if you have a head-on collision with him, how sure do you think you will win?"

Hearing the inquiry, Tang Tianxing was even more stunned.

Oh, yes.

As the head of the Tang family, he competes with a junior in cooking, and normally the winning rate is infinitely high, right? But at this time, Tang Tianxing's lips spurted, and he couldn't spit out any words that carried confidence.

Mrs. Tang decided to see the koi fish that fell back into the pool.

"Skywalk!"

After a while, she spoke again: "Let Yuqiong ask him if he wants to move to the Tang family lane and the Tang family's mansion." We can provide the best professional kitchen in China, with everything you need, including some popular fantasy ingredients, at his disposal. ”

Tang Tianxing understood, this is an olive branch from the highest place in the Tang Clan!

"Mother......" Tang Tianxing hesitated a little, "Ye Feizhou's junior is second. The point is, behind him stood Bai Yulou, and that one. The Xia family has Xia Qing and this descendant, although he has been in the limelight recently, it is still unknown whether the momentum can be maintained, and we will fall now, is it too early?"

Mrs. Tang shook her head, with a flash of wisdom in her eyes, "If you don't fall now, when the Chinese world is in chaos, it will be too late!"

"Don't hesitate, this carp will soon be able to jump over the dragon gate, and when the dragon comes out of the abyss, my Tang clan can also ride the wind!"

Tang Tianxing nodded, "I am willing to listen to my mother's arrangement!"

……

After the race, a sedan sped towards a suburban estate.

Kong Chun is busy, he returned to the imperial capital from Shanghai two days ago, and Wei An, the second dragon venerable of Baiyulou, has been settling in the manor, looking for Ye Feizhou every morning and evening, and taking the initiative to answer his questions.

"Qinglian?"

Unexpectedly, the vice president of this year's hunting, when the audition was in full swing, drove to the suburbs to see him, Wei An was very surprised when he opened the door to Wei Qinglian, "Why are you here?"

Wei Qinglian's gaze cast towards the large living room, and she happened to catch a glimpse of Ye Feizhou closing the door and entering the quiet room.

Look at the hall TV again, the screen is black.

Really.

Busy instilling cooking knowledge in Ye Feizhou, Wei An seemed to have completely forgotten about today's first blockbuster battle, until Wei Qinglian lowered her eyes slightly, and tried to speak in a steady tone: "It's 300 points again." ”

"Huh?"

Wei An's pupils shrank, and he finally remembered that the third round of the audition was going to be held today, and all the competitions ended on the same day.

The face changed for a while, which was quite exciting.

"Follow me—" Wei An glanced back at the closed door of the quiet room, just like the last time he had a secret conversation with Kong Chun, whispered to Wei Qinglian, and closed the entrance of the villa to the corner of the courtyard.

What Wei An couldn't expect was that as soon as he and Wei Qinglian's figures disappeared at the glass door of the entrance, the door of the quiet room snapped open, and in a gap, Ye Feizhou was wearing loose plain clothes and pants, and his face in the gap was a little suspicious, and his right hand holding the recipe scroll was holding it tightly, and his fingers and palms were red.

The content of Wei An and Wei Qinglian's conversation is easy to guess, it is nothing more than about this 300-point expansion.

However, listening to Wei Qinglian's description of Xia Yu's dishes, Wei An was surprised.

"A spice formula that is split in two?"

"Self-inflicted?"

Wei Qinglian said expressionlessly: "Yes, he has realized the split combination of spice formulas in one dish, with the 'salted tempeh' as the core part to form the spear, and the medicinal diet with the 'light tempeh' as the core is the shield." As long as you can understand these two core hubs, the other materials are irrelevant. ”

Just by dictating his expression, Wei An seemed to see a sharp spear, constantly moving towards a solid shield, groaning, poking, poking, and moving pictures.

Even Wei An, an old guy who is well-informed and known for his erudition, was surprised, obviously this time Xia Yu's interpretation of the Demon King cuisine was really out of line, but he could gain a large number of broken eyeballs.

You know, according to common sense, the spice formula seems to the taster to be a structural picture of "mountain", "beehive", and "Kuju Mountain".

However.

Like a piece of music, there are two chapters in the ontology structure, and the rhythmic symbols are still fighting each other's spice formula, isn't it incredible?

……

"It's not enough!"

On the way home by car, Xia Yu shook his head in the face of Zhu Qing's questioning, "It's just a basic operation, a recipe that can qualify my cooking level." ”

In the car, not only Zhu Qing stared at him, but Zhao Tong and Zhao Qi were also puzzled.

"If I only pursue qualification every time, rather than surpassing, or in other words, exceeding the limit of what my current culinary skills can achieve, then how can I improve?

replied very plainly, as he spoke, Xia Yu's eyebrows moved, he reached into his pocket, grabbed a brand new spice recipe note, and spread it out on his lap.

Or the names of the 8 kinds of spices that are ripe on their backs:

Tempeh, garlic, green onion, perilla, gardenia, mint, burdock, almonds.

In the head, it was the picture of Yun Mengze's female celebrity chef bowing ninety degrees and asking for joy in the backstage of the Longmen Pavilion before.

Seeing Xia Yu quickly quieting down, the three people in the car couldn't help but be stunned.

"This guy doesn't look like a student who just got 300 points out of the exam room!"

Zhao Qi complained viciously.

"Can you give us a way to feed our salted fish?"

At the same time, Zhao Qi had a voice sighing in his heart.

Such a "young demon king" who is always pursuing progress, will there be a day when he will be defeated and killed by the brave?

He doesn't fail in his dictionary at all!