Silent.

The white rice cake pieces fell straight to the ground, like inflated Q Jin gummies, and they bounced a few times before stopping.

Crisp white, in contrast to the glossy black floor.

It was as if snowflakes had fallen into a black pool and were polluted, and everyone present frowned in unison.

The cameraman was very clever and immediately gave Wei Zhong a close-up of his hand.

Shiver!

In the picture, the hand that has just held the rice cake has a trembling amplitude that can be observed by the naked eye.

Even, there are two fingers, tense and tight, like an electric shock, shaking and shaking.

The atmosphere becomes subtle.

"This ......," the female director Lu Qinghong said amusedly, "Chef Wei, isn't it just a piece of rice cake? Why are you so terrible like you have been exposed to deadly poison?"

"No!"

Taking a deep breath, Wei Zhong didn't look at the falling rice cake, and stared straight at the face of the Xia Demon King, and just stared at it.

The picture freezes.

Wei Zhong's eyes were suspicious, and there was a coldness that was even more terrifying than the young man had just annoyed him.

Ye Feizhou knew that he couldn't be silent anymore.

As the third person present to have the "Hand of God" cooking skills, of course he knew why Wei Zhong had such a big reaction when he touched the Xia Demon King's rice cake. Strictly speaking, it is the "hand of God" who dislikes and repels each other!

As for why Xia Yu mastered the "Hand of God" and cultivated this cooking skill to an astonishing level in a short period of time, in fact, Ye Feizhou was also extremely shocked in his heart.

Backstage that day, he handed over the fur of the "Hand of God", and correspondingly, Xia Yu only taught him the framework structure of fish-shaped Tai Chi.

So, how does a trace of fur get bigger and bigger, extending infinitely outward?

Ye Feizhou's eyes hid uncalm waves.

"Kitchen, actually, ......" he opened his mouth, but it was still too late.

"You!"

Wei Zhong stared at Xia Yu and said word by word: "You steal my sect inheritance?!"

A low, sinister voice, killing intent overflowing from the eyes.

There is no doubt that the "Hand of God" is the core secret of the Yellow Crane lineage, even if you want to exchange things externally, such as Ye Feizhou and Xia Yu exchanging with each other, it is only a shallow theoretical foundation, and it is difficult to apply it to cooking practice and act on dishes to forcibly improve the quality.

It is different from Lei Aoxue and the Seven Star Knife.

After all, the 'Seven Star Knife' is not cast by the Lei family, and this vein is only held, isn't the former Zhang Qing Xiangen also a set of knives recast by Master Luo Xie, who came out to install a fork and almost knocked out the main owner Rennes.

The "Hand of God" cooking technique could have enabled Wei Zhong to perceive a lot of information that his eyes and nose could not collect through skin contact.

To put it simply, the moment he touched the rice cake of the Xia Yu group, Wei Zhong was cold all over his body!

It's the "Hand of God"!

He's sure.

And......

The other party's cooking skills, in Wei Zhong's head, formed a very strange picture-

A budding poppy!

Faintly, the breathtaking purple is circulating!

"Steal?" Xia Yu shrugged, "I'm sorry, my cooking skills may be more authentic than what you have learned!"

The corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer.

Isn't it?

Green up, his hand of God was learned from the system, Zheng'er Bajing, and put his energy into hard practice, and worked tirelessly to earn fame points to increase the level.

Then, you tell me it's stealing? Ha, is there something wrong!

"Impossible!"

Wei Zhong's eyes were beastly murderous desires, "In the Chinese world, there is only my lineage, inheriting the 'Hand of God'!"

"Okay, okay, I admit you're all powerful!"

Xia Yu yawned apologetically, pointed to the judges' seat, and then pointed to the surrounding stage environment, "Now that the show is being recorded, our alternate pastry Mr. Wang, can you restrain your minions and arrogance first?"

Wei Zhong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his fists were clenched.

"Guys—"

Xia Yu didn't pay attention to this angry beast anymore, and went to see the judges' seat, and the five judges, including the female director Lu Qinghong, all looked at him with complicated eyes.

There are one or two judges, and they want to stop talking.

They wanted to ask the cause of the conflict, the wrath of the beast, but they didn't think it was appropriate.

Lu Qinghong smiled like a cunning fox, Xia Yu met her narrow Danfeng eyes, and noticed a hint of meaning in the other party's eyes.

can make a variety show like "Three Kingdoms in the Kitchen" prosperous, and every quarter you can invite female directors from different kitchens with different tricks, in addition to the ability to dance with long sleeves, its background backstage should not be underestimated.

"Let's score!" Xia Yu looked away and said with a slight smile.

Hearing this, the judges exchanged a look.

Phew.

Moments later, the five scoreboards, along with the numbers on them, were clearly captured by the show's cameras.

The hostess's voice trembled: "19 points, 19 points, 20 points, 20 points, 19 points!"

"Three 19 points, two perfect points!"

"The total score is - 97!"

A very delicate score.

The air, the expressions of the audience, all have a capital "subtle"!

It is only 1 small point higher than the 96 in the guard group.

With a very subtle score difference, it occupies the top spot in the round of rice cake competition!

"Huh-"

The camera swept away, but it captured the back of Wei Zhong leaving the stage.

The back is still straight, but no matter how you look at it, there is a little bit of embarrassment.

Tutor quitting halfway?

Female director Lu Qinghong's smile froze on her face.

Xia Yu was also stunned, "He's leaving?" I'm going to tell him well, Dahe rice and that kind of mountain spring water are the magic weapons of our group, they are a wonderful pair of CP pairs!

Listening to his broken thoughts, Ye Feizhou was on the side, and his face twitched fiercely.

opened his mouth to Xia Yu, but the words of questioning finally couldn't be spit out, Ye Feizhou sighed and chased after Wei Zhong who had exited.

The recording of the program came to an abrupt end.

"Cards!"

Lu Qinghong stood up, looked at the lady's watch, and greeted the people on and off the stage, "Lunch break!"

The silent venue began to have a little commotion.

Xia Yu shrugged his shoulders, squatted down, picked up the rice cake that had just fallen on the ground, and his eyes swept to the ground nearby, but his pupils contracted suddenly.

There is a discovery!

A little sparkling gold shines in the field of vision.

With a weak heart, he looked left and right, Xia Yu maintained a squatting posture, moved a few steps to step on the shiny things on the soles of his shoes, and then pretended to tie his shoelaces after a minute or two, but he easily scooped up the ground things in his hands...... Wait, why am I so skilled? Thoughts grew, but Xia Yu's movements only slowed down, the distracting thoughts were emptied first, and he held the thing firmly in the palm of his hand, as expected, he looked closely at the prop information that popped up on the retina:

"[Hand of God: EXP Card] (Purple) ......"

Knock knock!

The heart has to jump out of the chest.

"No!" Xia Yu exclaimed exaggeratedly, unable to believe it, "This, this is a treasure drop?"

Just about to ask the system.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice behind him.

Xia Yu was still squatting in a pit, turned around stiffly, and said to Zhu Qing who was standing behind, "You saw it all?"

Zhu Qing crossed her hands on her hips, and her black jewel-like eyes stared at him amusedly, "Are you having a problem with the house?" squatting on the stage alone and chattering ......" She found that she was too close to Xia Yu, and what about the Xia Demon King, squatting, Zhu Qing was wearing a woolen pleated skirt today, the corners of the skirt were above the knee, it was a short skirt, and her legs were generously exposed to the air without stockings.

One high and one low form a drop, what is the secret of the girl's skirt? Zhu Qing subconsciously covered her skirt and retreated to a distance that she thought was safe, and Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't deliberately be stupid or anything, in his field of vision, there was still a shadow similar to the color of the skirt fabric, and in the absolute realm, it disappeared in a flash, Xia Yu muttered: "It's really anti-human safety pants!"

"Huh?!"

A slightly cold hand pulled at his ear.

Zhu Qingfu lowered his body, his delicate cheeks flushed with shame, and he leaned closer, "You saw it all?"