"Yes. ”

Si Chen, who got the order, took a few steps forward, his eyes swept over the audience, with an irrepressible trace of excitement, pointing to Mo Feisheng's plate, and only spit out two simple words.

"Reiki. ”

The audience was awe-inspiring.

Then, an even louder uproar erupted.

Much like a morning market.

"Did you hear me? Did he say Reiki?!" someone asked the person next to him in a loud voice.

"Reiki!" someone shouted excitedly.

"Well, I don't believe it!

Others were silent, not knowing what they were thinking.

Zhang Yunpeng lowered his head, he finally knew why his score was so low, this was simply [Dimensionality Reduction Strike]: one is food containing aura, and the other is ordinary food, how can it be compared?!

Wu Xiujun's eyes were complicated at first, and then he smiled silently, and his eyes became clear and transparent again: What can you complain about losing to such a person? If you still have a chance to compete with Mo Fei, then enjoy the game.

Wu Yujun beside him covered his mouth, his big clear eyes were full of irrepressible excitement, and he couldn't believe that the two words he heard were true.

Yan Cuishan stood up abruptly, but he got up a little violently, his head was dizzy, and he sat back again, and the whole person was like a dream.

What kind of concept is it for a chef below the star level to make a dish that contains aura?

Let's take a popular example: an elementary school student who is still in elementary school suddenly one day published several papers in scientific journals that proved the correctness of the theory of relativity. His thesis was scientifically verified.

Most elementary school students have heard of the theory of relativity, but can he do it if he is asked to prove the correctness of the theory of relativity?

The answer is self-explanatory.

In the same way, it is basically impossible for a chef below the star level to make dishes that contain aura. Even the ingredients that contain their own aura, under the operation of a chef below the star level, will destroy the aura and become a pile of useless garbage.

In a word: without diamonds, you can't do this porcelain job.

When he heard the word "aura", the cripple Chen's whole person suddenly twitched.

He didn't want to believe it was true.

This is the Ku Ding Club, and it's not a Masters, how can there be any ghost aura popping out. It's just some masters, and if it's not an important competition, they won't easily waste their aura.

Then he chose not to believe it. Because he had tasted the soup of the [Back to the Pot] plate, he didn't have any other novel feeling at all, let alone any ghost aura.

Situ Yu is covering people's eyes and ears, trying to cover up the scandal that is about to be exposed.

"It must be so!"

Thinking of this, Cripple Chen sneered twice and said, "I don't have a deep level of learning, and I still ask Mr. Si and Master Situ to make it clear that the aura can be controlled by chefs below the star level?"

This is also a question for many people present.

If Murphy could manipulate the aura, he would most likely be a star chef, otherwise it would be unexplainable by the rules of nature. Unless, he is the reincarnation of one of the eight kitchen gods, a natural spirit body.

If Mo Fei can't control the aura, then where does the aura in [Hui Pot Meat] come from? Or is there no aura at all in [Hui Pot Meat], but Situ Yu colluded with the judges to make it up.

Si Chen didn't say a word, and picked up the plate of [Back to the Pot Meat] fried by Mo Fei and handed it to Cripple Chen.

There were only two small pieces of meat left on the plate, as well as side dishes such as small green and red peppers, and the soup had already cooled and solidified because of the long time.

"You can try it again. Si Chen's words were concise and to the point.

Cripple Chen took a small piece of meat with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

The slices of meat are small and are broken by Murphy during the frying process. That is, home-cooked food, not much consideration for the beauty of the dish, if it is an important occasion banquet dish, these meat slices are to be selected.

Cripple Chen had already tasted the soup just now, and with his tongue, he couldn't taste it. However, when this piece of meat entered his mouth and chewed it a few times, his expression changed immediately.

This piece of meat is unusual!

In the first mouth, it is almost the same as the [back to the pot meat] he made, and it is even stronger than himself in taste. It's just that the cooking skills are still a little immature, and they can't reach the point of pure love.

But looking at the chefs below the Huaxia star, [Back to the Pot Meat] is definitely the best if it achieves this level.

After chewing twice, the meat slices were tender and delicious, the fishy smell of pork was not at all, and he absorbed the taste of Pixian bean paste, as well as the fresh taste of the side dishes, he secretly praised in his heart: Unexpectedly, Murphy is not inferior to himself.

At this time, his tongue suddenly felt a trace of refreshing and sweet taste oozing from the pork fiber, like a wisp of clear spring, and his mouth involuntarily wanted to suck it, so his mouth made a "hissing" sound.

The voice was so familiar, as if I had just heard it!

The cripple Chen suddenly remembered that the voice he made was exactly the same as the voice made by the five judges.

"This ...... What's going on?!" The cripple Chen panicked, he didn't want to make that kind of sound, and he was too ashamed in public.

However, he couldn't control himself, and the "hissing" sound didn't stop until the sweetness was all sucked into his stomach.

A hint of sweetness into the abdomen, the whole person seems to have stepped into a new world, the body that is tired from the hurry, as if injected with the fountain of life, gradually repaired, and the spirit of excitement, under the moisturization of sweetness, is gradually calmed down.

Don't...... This is called ...... Reiki?

Cripple Chen finally understood why the judges unanimously gave Mo Fei a score of 99.9, and now in his opinion, the 0.1 points deducted are also a bone in the egg.

The difference in the original realm cannot be made up for by cooking skills.

No matter how perfect an ordinary dish is, in front of a dish that contains aura, it is just a scum!

Cripple Chen's every move fell in people's eyes. At this point, they finally believed that the cripple Chen had lost.

Because no language is as intuitive as action.

Si Chen and the other cripple Chen opened their eyes and asked, "You...... Anything else to say?"

"He's a star chef?" asked the cripple Chen unwillingly.

"It's not. Please trust the expertise of the Kuding Society. ”

"Then he's ...... Reincarnated?"

"The world is so big, there is always a truth that we can't know. But unconfirmed legends, we do not endorse, nor do we make any evaluation. ”

"I see. I throw in the towel. Cripple Chen said very bluntly.

"You can continue to participate in the following competitions, after all, you are in your group, and you are the winner. ”

The cripple Chen looked at Si Chen's eyes seriously, and then bowed: "Mr. Si, this trip is worth it, thank you for your phone invitation." ”

"Are you going back?"

The cripple Chen straightened his waist and stood straighter than ever, he was not tall, but when he stood straight, he showed a majestic momentum.

Not like a cripple, but like a majestic general.

"Yes. Cripple Chen replied, and then asked, "Can a star master make a dish that contains aura?"

Si Chen shook his head, "I can't do it." In fact, 90% of one-star, 70% two-star, and 40% of three-star can't do it. Talent is sometimes not compensated for by hard work. If you understand this truth, you will suffer less in the future. ”

Cripple Chen nodded, "I understand everything." But I'm going to be one of those 10 percent. ”

"Thank you, Master Situ, thank you, Mr. Si!"

After the cripple Chen thanked him, he limped and walked to the stage, walked to the small corner where Mo Fei was, opened the curtain, and saw that Mo Fei was still asleep.

"Murphy, I'm going back, our battle still counts. When I go back and sharpen my knife, I'll definitely come to you for a discussion! ”

Cripple Chen turned around and went out, then stopped again, turned around and said, "By the way, thank you for the fire." ”

He picked up the snakeskin bag and walked out of the venue. Behind him, Murphy let out a soft snorer, still sleeping soundly.

The man who sat in the back row and arrived late, the corners of his mouth curled, "Hey, this trip is worth it, I actually met a genius below the star level, it seems that I have a good mouth." ”