In the dream, three years passed in a flash.

During this time, Murphy spent most of his time on the boat, fishing, shrimping, crabbing, and cooking seafood.

When I am free, climb to the mast and blow the sea breeze, stand on the deck and watch the sunset, the days pass casually and leisurely,

I don't deliberately study hard to improve my cooking skills, I don't work selflessly to earn money, and I don't work hard for competitions, everything goes naturally.

For three years, Murphy didn't cook every day, but when he did, he never cooked the same thing.

For this reason, the captain and crew enjoyed the delicious food, but also had a lot of regrets. For example, the captain's favorite food is boiled with pasted cakes and small yellow croaker, no matter how much he begged, Mo Fei never did it a second time. Even if every time he caught a small yellow croaker, the captain cooked it with his own hands and sent it to the kitchen, and the ink was fried, crispy, steamed, or grilled, and never stewed again.

Everyone asked him why, and Mo Fei replied that the time was too tight and it was too late.

They laughed, "You don't have time to cook fish for the captain every day, when you have time to blow the wind or watch the scenery."

In fact, they don't know how precious the time of free time is to Murphy. But Murphy didn't make any excuses, so he asked them, do you still want to eat my food?

Everyone nodded, and they didn't dare to persuade anymore.

Because what's the point of working on this ship if you can't eat what Murphy cooks?

On this day, the fragrance in the cabin kept coming out, so that the crew didn't even want to catch fish, and before it was time to rest, they rushed to the hatch of the ship one by one, greedily inhaling the smell of oil smoke.

The captain, who was in the wheelhouse, suddenly smelled the fragrance coming from the air, and he immediately walked out and came to the deck, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.

Soon, Murphy came out of the cabin, holding an iron pot in both hands, and the wooden lid could not stop its hot air, and the fragrance hit people.

You don't need to look at the smell to know that this is the small yellow croaker that they have begged for several times.

Let's eat!

Mo Fei greeted, put the iron pot on the table, unveiled it, and a burst of white heat rushed out. After the steam drifted away, I saw dozens of yellow flour cakes pasted on the edge of the iron pot, shining with golden light, and in the pot were small yellow croakers that were still tumbling.

Extreme temptation!

The captain was no longer restrained, picked up his chopsticks and first sandwiched a yellow flour cake, dipped it in fish soup, and bit down more than half of it in one bite.

The cornmeal cake is crispy on one side and sweet on the other, and it tastes even more delicious when dipped in fish broth.

While the captain chewed heavily, he was moved to almost tears, thinking about the cake and boiling the small yellow croaker for more than two years, and finally waited.

The meal was so windy that there was not even fish soup left. After eating, they all rubbed their bulging bellies and let out a happy sigh.

At night, the dream began to crumble, first disappearing into the distant sky, and then from the edge of the sea, little by little, approaching the fishing boat.

Murphy stood on the deck, watching all the scenes around him fade away, and finally he looked at the cabin with nostalgia, and his mind flashed back to his friends who had spent three years together, and before he could say goodbye, the collapse flooded the fishing boat, and in an instant his consciousness was out of the dream.

Murphy opened his eyes, and it was already bright.

"Are they all dead?" Murphy asked the system.

"Are they, hosts, the people in the dream world?" the system asked rhetorically.

Murphy nodded.

The system replied, "They are all generated by the host's consciousness, and as long as you are alive, they may be somewhere deep in your consciousness." ”

The answer was plausible, but Murphy didn't have time to pursue it further.

He got up in a hurry, and even stopped his morning exercise after washing. He has to prepare more ingredients, because today is June 10th, the day of the National Cooking Rookie Competition, and He Xuanxuan will participate.

Immediately after breakfast, Murphy went into the reception room and couldn't wait to turn on the television. Yan Cuishan also chased after him, followed by Gao Hua, Chu Luo, Yu Xiaoyu and others.

In the live TV, the host is introducing the contestants. A total of more than 200 people signed up for the competition, and only 82 people qualified for the competition after Wu Tianba's personal selection.

The more than 200 contestants who signed up are all people who are over 16 years old and under 25 years old, and have professional chef qualifications above level 5, but even if they are as strong as them, only a few people stay after facing Wu Tianba's stricter selection.

Faced with the personal selection of five-star masters, even if they failed, those chefs were not discouraged.

What is the concept of a five-star master? In the minds of the contestants, it is a god-like existence. Since the "God" has not chosen himself for the time being, it means that his level is not high enough. It's also an incentive!

In the eyes of these unsuccessful people, seeing a five-star master, they didn't come to the capital in vain. In the future, it will be a big part of their careers: group photos will be framed on the wall, their certificates will be hung high, and their personal success stories will be repeatedly used by friends and family as examples of "someone else's child".

Each time the host introduces a contestant, the large display screen hanging on the scene will display the contestant's photo, personal information, and dishes that he is good at.

Murphy looked very seriously. He found that at least more than 30% of these culinary geniuses came from the most popular culinary school in China, Huaxia Food College, which shows the profound heritage of Huaxia Food College.

In addition, most of them come from famous culinary schools around the world, or learn under the command of culinary masters, such as He Xuanxuan, who is a closed disciple of the four-star master Fang Wuxi.

After the lengthy ceremony, the judges began to enter, and the first in line was Wu Tianba.

This is the first time Mo Fei has seen Wu Tianba, he is of medium height, his face is a little long, his eyes are narrow, he has a shallow smile on his face, and he chatted happily with the judges next to him. Although he is over 60 years old, he looks like he is in his early 40s, and he is not domineering, but he looks kind.

"This is Wu Tianba? There is a gap between it and what I imagined. Mo Fei chatted with Yan Cuishan beside him.

Yan Cuishan took a sip of five-flavor tea, and said while smacking: "This person, don't look good." I remember when he first became famous, he was smiling like this, and he loved to drink and make friends, and many people were willing to invest in him. Later, these people lost all their money, but his kitchen group was born out of nowhere, and the scenery is infinite. ”

"So his first pot of gold was cheated?"

Yan Cuishan squinted his eyes, "You can also say that." However, his communication skills and cooking skills are real. After losing money, none of those people sued him, and some continued to be friends with him. It can be seen that this person is very skillful, the city is deep, the skin is thick, the methods are poisonous, the three religions and nine streams, black and white, can be leveled. This person is not simple!"

Mo Fei thinks about it, Wu Tianba can build a huge catering kingdom from a poor boy to a current worth of tens of billions, which is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.

After the judges appeared, the contestants also began to appear on stage.

Mo Fei's eyes lit up, and he saw He Xuanxuan.