Gong Yu Zeze closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

It was as if he was awakening some kind of power. He picked up the fourth bowl of rice and tossed it into the rice according to the small portions of the miso soup he had just served. He poured another spoonful of miso soup on top of the rice, and before he could stir it evenly, he quickly poured the bowl of rice into his mouth.

But as he ate it, he noticed a problem: after the rice was mixed with miso soup, it had more water than he expected.

His eyes began to pay attention to the chili sauce and garlic sauce on the table, and the chili oil that was so red through the red.

He suddenly came up with the idea of halving the amount of soup and ingredients added to each bowl of rice, and then constantly changing the flavor of the rice with the seasonings in front of him.

So he put down the bowl and scooped first half a spoonful of aili sauce and then half a spoonful of chili sauce.

When he quickly stirred the rice and ate it into his mouth, "It really feels fresh!"

Lin Suwen on the opposite side also noticed his move.

Lin Suwen nodded slightly, as if to say, this method looks good.

Gong Yuze was a little proud when he saw Lin Suwen's wordless affirmation.

He chewed a mouthful full of food, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he laughed.

From time to time, there was the sound of hiccups or chest slaps from the challengers around.

"Oh, my mother! I can't eat it anymore. ”

"Damn! It's weird, I didn't eat last night, but this ......"

These voices reached Gong Yuze's ears, and he immediately understood that these people must be rookies who don't know any tricks.

His eyes turned to the man in strange costume again.

The man's movements did not change from beginning to end, and his expression did not change. It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. He just ate and chewed silently and quickly.

He already had the seventh bowl of rice in his hand.

But Gong Yuze saw that the person suddenly stopped his chopsticks.

This made Gong Yuze's heart happy. It seems that this guy has also reached his limit.

But unexpectedly, the man put down the bowl and stood up, he closed his eyes, raised his hands, palms down, slowly made a downward motion, and then gently raised his hands. He repeated both movements over and over again.

The people around also looked at this strangely dressed man.

They don't know, is this person dancing or practicing qigong?

Just when people were in the clouds, the man suddenly lowered his hands and jumped up. Every time it landed, it was a bang.

Gong Yuze was so stunned that he even forgot to chew the rice in his mouth.

Lin Suwen raised his head and whispered to Gong Yuze: "This is an exercise to adjust the stomach." I guess he can still eat. ”

Gong Yuze came back to his senses after hearing this, and hurriedly chewed on the rice.

"Sixth bowl!" Gong Yu shouted at the waiter in the distance.

The man in the strange costume opposite sat down, and he began to continue eating, at this time Lin Suwen explained to Gong Yuze in detail the trick of this stomach adjustment: "This action can make the food he just ate gather to the lower part of his stomach as soon as possible." ”

"This will make some room for the upper part of the stomach. He'll fill the space and keep eating. ”

Gong Yuze said disdainfully when he heard this: "Isn't it just jumping, who wouldn't?"

Saying that, Gong Yuze put down the dishes and chopsticks, and he also stood up.

His elbows were bent upwards as if to lift his whole body. Sure enough, he jumped high and landed on his feet.

This action startled the waiter who passed by.

I almost spilled the soup in the stone pot in my hand.

The waiter glared at him dissatisfied.

But Gong Yuze didn't have time to care about the waiter's attitude anymore, he felt that the miso soup he had just eaten, the vegetables and rice in the soup, all these things were mixed together. The moment he landed, he suddenly came up, and suddenly reached his throat. And it has rushed to the mouth, and he can spit it out if he doesn't keep his mouth closed.

Lin Suwen waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down: "Don't be reluctant, this is already your limit." ”

"I don't believe it!" Gong Yuze scratched his head and made a posture of stumbling to the end.

Because he really didn't understand that he had just used his brain, divided the soup and the food in the soup equally, added seasonings, and even the stomach adjustment method he had just learned. All methods were used. And his speed is about the same as the strange-clad man opposite, but why is he about to vomit?

Lin Suwen called the waiter and prepared to settle the bill.

At this time, Gong Yuze muttered: "No, I have to see how that kid eats." ”

He walked over to the man in the strange costume.

The man didn't look up, but continued to gulp the rice into his mouth.

It is completely opposite to Gong Yuze's estimate.

In the stone pot of that person's miso soup, the ingredients were halved, and the soup was almost only reduced to a shallow layer on the surface.

"That's extreme, isn't it?" it turned out that the man barely used any miso soup except for mixing a small amount of vegetables into the rice.

The man in the strange costume noticed that Gong Yuze was looking at his miso soup bowl.

This time he gently put down the seventh bowl, which he had already eaten. He put down his chopsticks again, pressed his back tightly against the back of the chair, and tilted his head back. Swallowed the last bite of food like a pharyngeal medicine: "This is my limit." ”

With that, the man exhaled heavily, then picked up the stone cauldron and wiped out all the remaining cauldron in the cauldron.

He looked up at Gong Yuze and said, "It seems that I still can't compare to Lin Suwen." ”

Gong Yuze was taken aback by this: "What did you just say?"

The man did not speak, but took a small comb from his pocket and carefully combed his hair.

Gong Yuze walked back to Lin Suwen: "That person knows you?"

Lin Suwen nodded while filling his wallet with the recovered change: "He is also a fierce general that Tan Ye is optimistic about, called Zhao Chen."

They went one after the other, when they were about to walk out of the hotel. I heard a foreman shouting loudly to the front desk: "Print out the results of today's challenge and paste them on the wall in a while." ”

"How do you write that?" asked someone at the front desk.

"Today's miso soup set challenge winner: Zhao Chen!"

When Gong Yuze heard this name, he glanced back at the man named Zhao Chen.

The man was quietly looking out the window. The mushroom head had been combed by him to be smooth and smooth.

With his right hand, he gently straightened the peacock feather on his chest.

The afternoon sun shining in from the window shone on the colorful butterfly patterns of his shirt, and those butterflies were gorgeous, as if they were ready to follow the strangely dressed man to the next place.