Liu Ying's "Lantern Festival" is the most temperamental among the seven identical dishes on the table.

What is the temperament of the dish?

Just like people, there is poetry and calligraphy in the belly, and the temperament of the dishes is also emanating from the inside out, picking the simplest to say, human beings are almost all visual animals, in this world that values appearance, if the chef can work hard in the 'dish' and appearance of the dishes, he will be able to attract bees and butterflies for the first time.

However, at this moment, the seven Lantern Festival dim sum on the table, only in terms of appearance, are numbered 1, that is, Liu Lan's work, a whole plate of red, red, green and green, and the color alone blew up all the contestants.

But everyone still stared at Liu Ying.

Including Liu Lan herself, her pupils shrank slightly to look at the small porcelain basin numbered 7, and the delicate lanterns neatly arranged over the venue cast a miserable light downward, so the clear soup in the basin was sparkling, and in the flash, Liu Lan saw the faint gold dust that flashed from the field of vision before!

It's not just Liu Lan, there was a riot in the venue, and a riot spread:

"See, do you see?"

"In that basin, the white and chubby Lantern Festival, how can it be surrounded by gold? What is in the soup?"

Ye Feizhou, Mrs. Liu, and a group of elders of the Liu family had already left the table and stood around the judging platform, pointing at the number 7 basin one by one.

Mrs. Liu held a cane in one hand and a beard in the other, and at a distance of less than ten centimeters, she approached to observe this Lantern Festival dim sum.

"No fillings?"

He asked suddenly.

Liu Ying looked at a bunch of people standing across the table, nervously stirred her hands, lowered her head and whispered, "Yes, yes!"

"Please give me a spoon—"

Ye Feizhou said softly to her, Liu Ying bit her lip, lowered her head and handed out a metal soup spoon on her side, the camera turned to Ye Feizhou, this disciple of the Heavenly King held the soup spoon and stirred in the ceramic basin!

Wow!

Wow!

The calm noodle soup was broken by ripples, and the Lantern Festival, which was originally under the clear soup water, was white and fat, and the grains suddenly covered a veil of golden light.

The four fell silent.

When people looked at the basin again, the white Lantern Festival turned into a gold ingot.

Ye Feizhou took a breath, shook his hand, and stopped holding the spoon and stirring.

A large colorless and invisible net is enveloping him......

The air became heavy, as if it was because of too many pastry delicacies, and at this moment he vented his own taste at the same time, multiple flavors were mixed together, and the air flow emitted a heavy humming and wailing sound, Ye Feizhou heard it, his face changed drastically, and his heart said What kind of taste net is this, he just took a weak breath, and his head exploded.

Too much information is coming!

"Hmm......"

couldn't help but take a bowl and a spoon, there was a tendency to be a hungry ghost, Ye Feizhou directly swallowed a Lantern Festival and chewed it in a big gulp.

Boom!

It was like a big hammer that smashed deep into the stomach pouch.

It's obviously just a Lantern Festival.

However, his tongue seemed to taste all the delicious noodles such as ramen, pasta, and udon in the world in one go, and he was directly in the standard Ge You lying position, and he collapsed in his mouth, confused!

"This taste is an ingredient of fantasy!" Ye Feizhou was shocked.

What followed was a strange scene.

Eating around the table, a group of judges who are qualified for scoring put down their bowls and spoons together, unwilling to take a second bite.

Seeing this, the competition hall resounded with boos, and the hostess Qi Qingyan handed the microphone to Ye Feizhou, who was the first to wake up, and asked curiously: "Eat a spoonful and stop, does this mean that you have a very bad sense of the work of No. 7 Liu Ying?"

"No!"

Ye Feizhou looked at the camera, and a close-up of his face was reflected in the broadcast screen, looking rigorous, "On the contrary, my evaluation of the work of contestant No. 7 is——"

"Excellent!"

Yes.

The boos turned to exclamations.

Qi Qingyan was slightly surprised and said, "Why?"

"Yes......"

Speech was cut short by a commotion.

At the entrance of the venue, a group of industry authorities in suits and leather shoes poured in, led by a chef dressed as a 'candidate pastry king' with an all-white upper body and a pair of black cloth pants. Wei Zhong held the kitchen hat in his hand, his body was straight, and he walked straight onto the stage!

"Huh?" Tang Yuqiong, who was watching the selection with millions of viewers in the live broadcast room, frowned, "This is Wei Zhong? Why does he dress up like a cook?"

Wei Zhong!

Zhu Qing subconsciously reacted, turning his head to look at the young man beside him.

Well, the young man who sat with Erlang's legs upright before instantly lifted Erlang's legs, put his feet straight, and leaned his entire upper body slightly forward in the seat. The young man only had the alternate noodle king in his eyes, and he didn't notice the gaze from the side.

There was a sudden excitement on his face.

And, there is a dangerous glint in the eyes.

Zhu Qing couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "This kid is treating others as prey!"

"It's coming!"

Jing Chu, Baiyun Pavilion, and Huang He sat in front of the TV.

Imperial capital.

Zhu Ji also put down an ancient cookbook in his hand, raised his head to the screen on the wall of the study, and cast a slightly gloomy gaze.

In the same big city, in an ancient courtyard, Xia Qing and Yan Qi, two old friends, sat cross-legged on the futon in a tea room. Yan Qi looked at Wei Zhong, who suddenly broke into the camera frame and was neatly dressed, and smiled: "Menacing!"

However, Xia Qing's face was more strange.

"This Wei Zhong, do you know that you are one step slower?"

Hearing this, Yan Qi laughed loudly, "If it weren't for Lan Fengxian's old guy who informed us, we probably wouldn't have imagined that the kid who has been on the defensive and passive everywhere would actually come to visit the senior of Shu Di first and ask him to preside over a halberd." ”

"Brother Xia, do you remember the tone of Lan Fengxian's voice on the phone that day?

Xia Qing remembered the call he received that day, and he couldn't help laughing.

Lan Fengxian is also a person, among a bunch of old monsters, alias Thousand-faced Fox, but it is such an old fox who was frightened by his grandson, and the trilling tone on the phone is especially remembered by Xia Qing.

Come to think of it, that kid really scared the old-timers.

Yan Qi stopped laughing and shifted his gaze to a sword hanging from the wall of the tea room.

"This sword, how sharp it is, it still has to be unsheathed and horizontal, so that others can take a closer look. ”

"Then ......" Xia Qing said in a low and slow voice, "Bright Sword!"

Flying Pavilion.

Wei Zhong suddenly appeared on the stage and brought a group of people, and the momentum was not good, and the audience saw some signs of something wrong.

What's going on?

The hostess Qi Qingyan rashly appeared on stage to Wei Zhong and interrupted the selection process, her senses were very bad, and such a rude behavior should not happen to a candidate pastry king who is well-known in the food industry. She frowned and reminded: "Chef Wei, this is the scoring and ranking stage of Liu's selection, since you are not qualified for scoring, please sit down in the guest seat!"

Wei Zhong just glanced at the hostess and ignored it.

"Old lady Liu, can you say a few words?" Wei Zhong seemed to be asking, but he didn't wait for Old Lady Liu to answer, so he pointed to the Lantern Festival dim sum on the table.

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