As a result, he really opened his eyes, no matter how good he did, the result was always no match for others, and then he was eliminated to the top four because of bad luck, and he couldn't swallow his breath, and ran to the university town to fight against her, as a result, he became a poor apprentice of others, and he still knelt and begged to be sent to the door.

Later, she ran to the radio station again, thinking that she was just going to have fun, who knew that she would bring back a bunch of awards, and then run to the entertainment industry to mingle, here today, I didn't expect her to play the piano so well......

Take the most familiar cooking skills as an example, he has never even seen the other party practice cooking skills in a restaurant, let alone heard that she has learned cooking skills before, why is her knife skills so good?

Mo Bei thought depressedly all the way, and followed Bai Feng back to the apartment, the sky was getting dark, and there was nothing to say all night.

Next, there was another competition, and no one knew what the competition was.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the remaining thirty-two teams had all arrived, Bai Feng and Mo Bei were still next to Meng Yun, and after putting on their aprons, they waited for the big girl to start saying 'Radisson'.

"OK, today is the second round of the International Past Championship, and the topic of today's match is - Soup......!

Bai Feng frowned, and Mo Bei began to translate to her in a whisper.

"Master, Da Bo Niu said, today is the main test of each chef's understanding of the ingredients, as well as the test of taste, there is a pot of delicious broth boiling in the cauldron next to her, what we have to do is to guess all the ingredients of the soup in this pot, guess more, guess wrong, not only will not score, but also deduct points......"

"Demerit points?"

"Well, that is, unless we are absolutely sure, we may not get points, and we may have to deduct points!"

"Any more requests?"

"Well, after the guess is completed, we have to find a way to improve this pot of soup, and there can't be more than three new ingredients or condiments in the improvement plan!"

Bai Feng frowned, this difficulty is not ordinarily high, compared with participating in "The First Chef in the World" before, it is completely heaven and earth, she looked at the cauldron not far away, sighed in her heart, guessing that this pot of soup is not easy to deal with!

Seeing that the big girl was still chattering, Bai Feng frowned and showed doubts.

"What is she talking about? Why don't you translate?"

Mo Bei sighed and hurriedly added.

"Oh, she's adding the rules, saying that each team gets a bowl of soup, and if you guess with only your sense of smell, your score will be doubled!"

"Smell? That is, if you don't taste this soup, you can smell it with your nose and get twice the score?"

"Well, she also said that if you guess a material, you will get one point, and the sixteen teams with the lowest scores will be eliminated today!"

"Half of them again?"

"Hmmm......"

As soon as the two finished discussing, they heard the big girl on the stage shout.

"Soup!"

Blood-squirting waitress twisted their butts and brought soup stock to the thirty-two teams with silver plates.

The small white bowl contained more than half a bowl of green turbid liquid, and after Mo Bei took it from the waiter, his nose immediately wrinkled.

"Damn, what the hell is boiled, how does this smell worse than!"

He put the bowl of green soup in front of Bai Feng, and took a white paper tablet and oil paint pen from the waiter.

Seeing that Bai Feng was about to write, Mo Bei asked.

"Boss, don't you taste it?"

"Hehe, don't you double your score? Besides, you said this thing stinks worse than, and I don't have a hobby of eating......

Bai Feng sniffed next to the bowl and wrote with a pen.

【Barley, wolfberry, polygonatum, lotus seed, sunflower, grass ginseng, ......】

Mo Bei looked at Bai Feng's brushing almost without thinking, and he had already written more than twenty kinds of materials in a minute, his brows furrowed to his heels, and he opened his mouth several times, and finally got the most sincere attitude to remind.

"Master, do you want to ...... Smell it a few more times and write ......"

Bai Feng stopped his pen and showed a strange look.

"It stinks worse than, and I'm not sick, why do you smell it so many times?"

After finishing speaking, he began to write again, Mo Beidu was crazy, and said in his heart, Master, don't you make a fool of yourself? This is a competition, you just rely on smelling once, you have already written fifty-three materials, and you are still writing, crazy This is, this half bowl of soup, how can you boil so many materials......

It's not that you can get a few points if you write more luck, but if you don't write it wrong, you will be deducted points, and then don't be deducted negative points, and it will be a shame......

Knowing that persuasion was useless, Mo Bei went to see Meng Yun again in a hurry, but Meng Yun was also relying on smell, but he didn't know that Meng Yun had already lost his sense of taste, and he knew that he relied on smell.

I thought that Meng Yun Niu B, but I saw that every time Meng Yun wrote a material, he would stir the soup in the bowl, and when he smelled it again, he didn't seem to feel stinky at all.

However, Meng Yun's speed was slower than Bai Fengke's, he looked at it on his toes for a long time, and Meng Yun only barely wrote half a line, about seven or eight kinds of materials......

About ten minutes later, Bai Feng exhaled, put down the pen, and Mo Bei leaned over to take a look, almost biting off half of his tongue.

Lowered his voice and shouted.

"Master, no, you're exaggerating, this, this, this...... A page full of ah, how many kinds......"

"Hehe, there are 99 in total, oh yes, write one less......"

Bai Feng was stunned, and hurriedly picked up the pen and added a material to the end.

Mo Bei leaned over to take a look and saw that it was a 'soda ......'

Immediately confused, he asked again.

"Master, you can smell the smell of soda, you have a dog's nose......"

Bai Feng glared at him and explained to him seriously.

"Xiaobei, although the exam questions this time are only for the sense of smell and taste, it doesn't say that you can't answer the questions by sight, you see, this soup is obviously squeezed out by the juicer first, and then boiled, so there are still some thick fibers in it, you see, this white thing, you look carefully......"

"This ...... It's like barley noodles......"

"Well, look at it again, this green residue particle, is it a bit like the crumbs of jade bamboo, and this red one, which is obviously the unbroken skin of the red date, and this, this, this...... Remember, in the future, when you participate in this kind of competition, don't rush to drink or smell it, you must know that every one of our senses will have deviations, and the combination is the strongest!"

Mo Beishen nodded approvingly, then pressed the button on the table, and handed the answer to the waiter next to him!

In the next two minutes, people began to hand in the papers, not that the time was up, but many people really couldn't think of a 100% correct answer.

After five minutes, all the contestants' answers were sent to the stage, after which the scores were counted on the stage, and the second round began to improve the taste of the soup.

Of course, you don't have to boil the soup all over again, you just need to write down the specific improvement plan on the paper, and there are no more than three kinds of accessories.