Wang Lao Wu doesn't understand other reasons, but at least he has eaten mutton, and when he eats mutton, there is a smell of food, which means that the master's handling skills are not handled well at home. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sniffed it carefully, and the smell emanating from Lin Qingyi's pot was indeed extremely fishy.

He was about to speak, when Ryugo glared at him fiercely.

Wang Lao Wu thought angrily in his heart, if you don't say it, you won't say it, the results will come out later, and then it will be up to you how proud you are!

Lin Qingyi continued to fry fried rice, adding side dishes and condiments, and every link was natural.

"This cooking skill is at least a five-star chef level!"

The layman looks at the bustle, the insider looks at the doorway, and there are many chefs in the kitchen, they look at Lin Qingyi, all of them have an expression of looking up to the mountains.

Even the chef, who was in his forties, had become extremely cautious at this time, the kitchen was already a little hot, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

He felt a huge pressure from Lin Qingyi, if he really wanted to compare with her, the chef experience he was proud of seemed to be useless.

Coupled with the fact that this girl is young and pretty, he doesn't seem to have a trace of competitive advantage.

"Don't worry, she won't compete with you for a job!"

Cao Yiren smiled dumbly when he saw the middle-aged chef sweating profusely, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Her identity is obviously unusual, wearing a white evening dress, and she looks extremely beautiful, although the salary of the chef of a five-star hotel is okay, but she can't afford to compete with herself for a job!

Thinking of this, the middle-aged chef's heart was full of pressure, and he began to watch Lin Qingyi cook seriously.

The more he watched, the more the middle-aged chef felt that this girl was unusual, such as flipping the pot, even he felt a little laborious to use, but in the hands of this girl who looked like she didn't eat fireworks in the world, it seemed to be as light as a feather.

The reporters around are also filming intensively, and they have already thought of hundreds of headlines in their hearts.

For example: "The most beautiful chef ever!", "Five-star fried rice!", "The most expensive fried rice ever!", ...... "Fried rice can be fried so beautifully, then there is no one!"

Indeed, Lin Qingyi is wearing an evening dress, where does it look like a person who can cook?

There was already a whispered discussion among the guests.

A beautiful woman in her thirties looked at Lin Qingyi lovingly: "This girl is really good! Although she is not very old and looks very squeamish, she looks like that, but she looks like that when she cooks, she just doesn't know how it tastes when she is fried later?"

Next to her, a wealthy businessman in his forties immediately shook his head again and again: "I don't dare to try this! I still remember my daughter's dark cuisine, which obviously looked like that, but as soon as I tasted it, it was sour, sweet, salty, and all kinds of tastes instantly came to my heart, and my tears came out at that time!"

The beautiful woman asked suspiciously, "Touched?"

The rich merchant smiled bitterly and said, "No! That's spicy! She put chili oil in it as ketchup!"

"It's terrifying to hear you say that!"

The beautiful woman who was eager to try it immediately shuddered, and almost guessed how difficult it was to swallow Lin Qingyi's bowl of the most expensive fried rice in history, which was worth 'two million'.

Usually the big guys always arrive last, and when Lin Qingyi packed up the fried rice, the vice president of the Celebrity Chef Professional Committee of the International Association of Chefs finally arrived.

He was dressed in black, with gray hair, deep-set eye sockets, and crutches, and came in with the support of his entourage, although he was already old, his face was full of wrinkles, but he still looked like a very serious old man, wearing a horse coat, and his hair was meticulously combed, when he saw Feng Tianjiang, he was about to walk over and shake hands with him, but a bald middle-aged man with glasses next to him frowned and asked: "Old Feng, you let Yan Lao do the notarization, is it just to watch the five-star hotel chef competition?"

The bald middle-aged man looked at the vice president worriedly, if it weren't for Feng Tianjiang's face, Vice President Yan would not have come.

Vice President Yan is already 98 years old, once worked as an imperial chef in Ouchi, entertained foreign leaders, and later retired, he devoted himself to the study of cuisine, to organize Chinese cuisine, and promote it to the world.

"I believe President Yan will not be disappointed!"

Feng Tianjiang said with a smile, Yan Lao's mental state today is indeed not very good, it seems that he is not suitable for the journey.

He looked at Lin Qingyi, at this time, she had already put the fried vegetables in a large porcelain bowl and covered it with a lid.

Lin Qingyi smiled and brought the big porcelain bowl to the table in front of the old man: "Grandpa, please use it slowly!"

Everyone looked at each other to see what kind of evaluation this most authoritative gourmand in Huaxia would make.

The bald middle-aged man next to Vice President Yan opened the lid, stabbed, and with a sound, the steaming heat in the bowl rose.

With this, there are two very different fragrances.

"Huh?

The bald middle-aged man was shocked.

Just smelling the smell of this bowl of fried rice, he had a feeling of clarity and refreshment.

The vice president of the gastronomy association couldn't help but grab chopsticks and wanted to try this delicacy.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was hit on his hand by Long Wu with chopsticks.

A sneer suddenly appeared on his face: "This taste is so strange, I can't help but want to taste it!"

He cautiously glanced at the elderly Vice President Yan on the side, like a student who had made a mistake.

Everyone swallowed their saliva and looked expectantly at the vice president of the Chefs of the International Association of Chefs' Celebrity Chefs.

The vice president of the Celebrity Chef Committee of the International Association of Chefs took the spoon with his old hand, reached into the steaming bowl, scooped a small spoon, and sent it to his mouth tremblingly.

However, Yan was too old, and the spoon in his hand seemed to fall at any time.

This process took about a minute, and in the midst of an extremely tormenting and long wait, it was delivered to the mouth.

Yan Lao tasted it with his eyes closed, his gray eyebrows trembling slightly.

Chewing on it, as if something bothered him, his brow furrowed slightly.

"What's going on?"

The people around were all strange, thinking that the 'delicacies of the mountains and seas' made by Lin Qingyi did not meet the appetite of the old man.

The bald man regretted it deeply in his heart, he should have tasted it first, if the taste was not good, he would not let Yan Lao taste it.

After all, Yan Lao is now a living fossil of the association, and his significance to the association and even Huaxia is very significant, and there must be no mistakes.

Long Wu was also rarely worried, it was not that he didn't have confidence in Lin Qingyi, after all, Yan Lao was already old, if there was a mistake, it would be very serious. (To be continued.) )