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In particular, there are only 24 hours left for the special level assessment, and the "Bliss Rice" has not yet been unlocked, so Xia Yu can't put this ingredient in the kitchen god space and practice it, so the idea of opening up can be put on hold for the time being.

"Give up the Rainbow Porridge recipe!"

Xia Yu resolutely decided.

In fact, the recipe of "Rainbow Porridge" has been bought by Xia Yu in the past month, because this is a rare medicinal diet recipe in the Chinese recipe system, and the medicinal diet recipe after the appendix of the old man's handwriting, there are always some places that can be corroborated and learned from each other, so Xia Yu bought the recipe with this idea at that time.

If it weren't for the forced fusion of "Bliss Rice", he would have made a glowing dish based on the recipe of "Rainbow Porridge" without the slightest difficulty.

The pace of improvement of Chinese recipes, Xia Yu has never stopped.

Recently, however, he has also encountered difficulties.

Following the groundbreaking "Frost Magic Mapo Tofu", which incorporated "Frost Drop Tofu" into the recipe to create a new recipe, the subsequent improvement of the purple recipe can be said to be difficult.

It's hard, it's hard!

Frowning and staring at the pot of failed dishes in front of him, Xia Yu's face changed.

"Rainbow Porridge" is not good, so what are the other recipes that use 'rice'?

"Looks like I'm going to learn a new recipe on the spot......"

"If it doesn't work......"

Xia Yu was already thinking about the final countermeasure.

That's it!

Shake your head, calm yourself down first, and you can't mess up and deny yourself because of an exploratory failure.

Mental state is important at this time!

"System, filter out blue recipes that use 'rice' for me!"

Xia Yu said, and emphasized the tone on the word "blue".

Since purple recipes don't work, try blue!

The difficulty of blending and improving blue recipes is always lower, right?

"Liver Painted Porridge" (blue). ”

"Golden Egg Fried Rice" (blue). ”

"Sour Plum Fried Rice" (blue). ”

"Black Bone Chicken Rice (Blue)"

“……”

It's porridge again, and it's fried rice again.

Xia Yu rubbed his eyebrows, don't look at the broad topic of 'rice', but in fact, these recipes come and go.

Syllable!

Annoyed by it, Xia Yu simply didn't buy one, turned off the system store panel, and stopped in front of the kitchen counter to ponder.

After a long time, the mood really calmed down.

"This time, I'm going to use Xia's recipe!" Xia Yu clenched his fists, and a determined look flashed in his eyes, "Believe in yourself and return to your original thoughts!"

Eat the rainbow porridge on the table.

This bowl of porridge is his dinner, and the chef who is in the special examination, of course, solves the problem of hunger by himself.

After washing the casserole and chopsticks, Xia Yu did not stay in the kitchen, but left the camera monitoring range, and when he arrived in the bedroom, he lay neatly on the soft big bed to communicate with the kitchen god space.

If you think about it, you still have to go to the kitchen god space.

He wanted to find a place to be quiet.

……

The six assessors, under the surveillance camera, can be said to be in a variety of ways.

After Xia Yu failed, he couldn't sleep in the bedroom.

Asami Kamijo's style is extremely strong, failing again and again, rising again and again, and there is no time to stop.

The teenager that the audience paid the most attention to left the kitchen, and because there was no camera in the bedroom, they could not capture the picture, so they could only pay attention to the other assessors.

Kiyoshi Nakajima, Hidehide Kitano.

These are two examiners who are close in age.

If Nakajima Kiyoshi is a down-and-out uncle's painting style, then Kitano Shu is an ambitious type, with a pair of eagle eyes, always flashing with a terrifying cold light, he stopped in front of the kitchen counter, until the early hours of the morning, except for going to the toilet, he didn't leave half a step, and the whole person released a crazy atmosphere.

It was as if there was something that was attracting him to fight for it.

Late at night.

Countless people are destined to lose sleep tonight.

Nagi Kiri's house.

'Tongue of God' Erina Nagikiri was in bed, tossing and turning, and finally got up and put on her shoes, opened her laptop, and watched the 24-hour live broadcast of the summer special assessment on the official website of the IGO Neon Department.

"Huh!"

Glancing at the number of people online on the live broadcast page, Erina was surprised: "It's midnight, and there are still more than 100,000 people online?"

She was a little skeptical at first, but when she opened the barrage and the webpage was stuck to the point of no response, Erina finally believed that the number was real.

"In the past, did so many people pay attention to the special assessment?"

Erina Nagikiri was secretly surprised.

Sweep towards the barrage.

The content is nothing more than discussing the six assessors, of course, the fans of the six chefs seem to be divided into six camps, and it is inevitable that there will be a war of words between each other.

"Isn't it just a young assessor!"

"Young, it means that there is no accumulation! Look, your chef Xia has been out of the kitchen all night, and it's 2 o'clock in the morning! There is not much time left for him!"

The barrage wind direction is almost one-sided.

The supporters of Xia Yu's camp did not speak, but they were all drowned in a sea of barrage, and compared with the negative remarks that swiped the screen, it was inconspicuous.

Going to turn off the barrage, Erina doesn't like to open the barrage very much.

However, perhaps by chance, at this time, her computer screen happened to float through a long barrage, and was successfully captured by her sight:

“…… Hmph, what's wrong with "Bliss Rice", this kind of fantasy ingredient is difficult to deal with, but everyone is fair, in the same running line, you are difficult and I am difficult, and among the people who break through the encirclement in the end, there must be my grandson!"

Eyes locked on this barrage, Erina Nagikiri blinked vigorously, and it took a few seconds before she couldn't react to crying and laughing.

Grandpa, grandson?

Huh!

She pursed her lips and immediately dragged the mouse to search for the user who sent this barrage, and the one who could post the barrage was definitely not a tourist, and unsurprisingly, after a few seconds, Erina successfully added it as a friend.

"Grandpa, which examiner's grandfather are you?" Erina asked very politely.

"Of course, it's the 'youngest grandchef in the history of Neon Territory'......"

The other party replied shortly: "What do you think of this name?"

In Erina's eyes, this is deliberately finding fault, and there seems to be a hint of ridicule in her words, her eyes are full of annoyance, and she typed: "Don't mess around with rhythm on the Internet! Pay attention to quality! If you support him, just be a fan quietly!"

"I didn't lie to you, it's like a fake!"

The other party continued to reply in fluent Japanese.

At the same time, the Polestar dormitory, room 111, has a faint light.

Maki Morita sits on the bed with a laptop in front of her, and she is chatting with a guy who claims to be her childhood sweetheart's grandfather.

"Oh, really? Then tell me, your grandson is so good, he should have a girlfriend, right?" Morita Maki typed out this message, and he smiled half-narrowly, and the corners of his lips lifted a sly smile.

"It's been there for a long time. ”

"He thought I didn't know, and the neighbor's Morita ran to the store twice in three days......"

Yes.

Seeing the reply, Maki Morita immediately covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Oh my God!"

She was stunned.

Originally, I just watched the live broadcast in the middle of the night, and I found a guy who claimed to be my childhood sweetheart's grandfather to chat, and by the way, I set a trap to talk about it, but I didn't expect a set, and I fished out the true identity of the netizen opposite.

"It's really Old Man Xia!" Morita Maki's hands trembled, the words were typed and deleted, deleted and typed, and then he simply fell silent.

Suddenly, the live barrage became dense, and the webpage was stuck for a few seconds before it recovered.

Maki Morita blocked the barrage, and then his whole face was radiant.

Kitchen No. 1, which had been silent all night, finally moved, and the young chef turned on the lights and walked steadily to the kitchen counter, and the camera happened to give him a close-up of his face.

"Come on!"

With her eyes glued to the screen, Maki Morita waved her small fist in front of her laptop. (To be continued.) )