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Back at the hotel, Zhang Dongjun, who was tired for a day, now just wants to take a hot shower and then lie on the bed and have a good rest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Unexpectedly, the god of food also followed him into the room, and directly picked up the remote control and turned on the TV to watch.

Zhang Dongjun took off his shirt and was about to take a bath, when he saw that the God of Food had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help asking: "Brother God of Food, doesn't there be a TV in your house? Why don't you go to your own house to watch it." ”

The god of food said a little embarrassed: "That, the TV in my house was dismantled by me again, this time it seems to be really broken, no matter how I make trouble, I can't fix it." ”

"You ......" Zhang Dongjun was speechless for a while, he comforted himself in his heart, he is an immortal who doesn't understand anything, don't be like him, he is angry. Thinking like this, he felt a little better, and then picked up his clean clothes and walked straight into the bathroom.

After taking a bath, Zhang Dongjun felt that most of the fatigue in his whole body had disappeared, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he saw that the God of Food was watching a food show, and said with a smile: "Brother God of Food, your cooking skills are so good, why do you have to learn from others to cook?"

The God of Food shook his head and pointed to the TV excitedly: "Brother Jun, I didn't expect you to have a food competition in the world, I haven't tried cooking with others for thousands of years, I want to participate, can you take me to sign up, if I can win, all the prize money of the competition will belong to you!"

After Zhang Dongjun heard this, he sat next to the god of food and watched the content on TV with him.

"I'll go, the first place has a 100 million, and there is a prize of 5 million! Are TV stations so rich now? With such a rich reward, I'm afraid many people are rushing to participate" Zhang Dongjun covered his mouth in surprise, he was afraid that he would be wrong, and he deliberately rubbed his eyes.

"Brother Jun, will you take me to the competition? I promise to listen to you in the future. The god of food pulled Zhang Dongjun's arm and said in a coquettish tone.

“…… Well, anyway, the registration location is in Kyoto, and it's not too far from where we live, so I'll take you there tomorrow. Zhang Dongjun really had no choice but to agree to him.

However, when Zhang Dongjun saw the end of the show, he suddenly found that there was a line of subtitles scrolling under the screen, which stated the requirements for participating in the competition.

After Zhang Dongjun finished reading it, he said with an embarrassed face: "That, Brother God of Food, I'm afraid you won't be able to participate in this competition." ”

"Why?" asked the God of Food, puzzled, he was very confident in his cooking skills, otherwise how could he be named the God of Food.

"This food competition seems to have a national second-level vocational qualification certificate, and I have ten years of cooking experience. Of course, there is nothing to say about your cooking skills, but this qualification is difficult to obtain. Zhang Dongjun shrugged his shoulders and said that he was helpless and had no way to help him.

"What is the National Level 2 Vocational Qualification Certificate?" asked the God of Food with a confused expression. He just wants to go to this show now, and he wants to be on it no matter what method he uses.

And the host also said that this is the most authoritative and most provable program in China. As a god of food, there is no reason why he should not participate.

In fact, the matter of the national qualification certificate is easy to do, as long as the god of food goes to take the test, there is no problem at all with his first-level culinary certificate. The only thing that gave Zhang Dongjun a headache was that the God of Food did not have an ID card.

The way of applying for a fake certificate will definitely not work, and TV competitions generally check the identity of chefs more strictly, for fear that someone will affect the quality of the program.

Zhang Dongjun did not explain the matter of the qualification certificate, and even if he did, he might not be able to understand. He persuaded on the side: "That big brother who eats the god, I'm afraid you really can't participate in this show, or forget it." You don't belong to the world anyway. ”

When the god of food heard this, he immediately shrugged his head, and his tone revealed disappointment: "Okay, if you don't participate, you won't participate." ”

Zhang Dongjun looked at the dejected appearance of the God of Food, shook his head, patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Okay, don't be discouraged." I'll help you figure it out. ”

"Really?" When the God of Food heard that Zhang Dongjun wanted to help him, it was like being beaten with chicken blood, and he immediately had his spirit.

Zhang Dongjun nodded, if the God of Food could participate in the competition, he could only ask Lin Qiandai for help to see if she could ask someone to help open a back door for the God of Food.

Seeing that he could participate in the competition again, the God of Food chatted with Zhang Dongjun for a while, and then jumped out of the room, probably to tell Erlang God the good news.

After sending the God of Food, Zhang Dongjun directly turned on the computer and called up the outline he had written before.

I haven't written a book for a few days, and if I don't have an outline, it's easy to deviate from the outline. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and the more you write, the more inspired you become.

Zhang Dongjun picked up the fairy jade, turned on the power, and the cute figure appeared in front of him.

"Master, what are your orders!" Meng Meng's sweet voice sounded in Zhang Dongjun's ears.

"Meng Meng, help me check the subscription status of the novel!" Zhang Dongjun said to Meng Meng.

Meng Meng nodded, and with a slight wave of her hand, the subscribed data appeared in front of Zhang Dongjun's eyes.

Total subscription: 7449360

Added yesterday: 2060400.

Average chapter subscriptions: 186234,

Maximum subscription for a single chapter: 197412.

Seeing that the average subscription has increased by nearly 10,000, Zhang Dongjun nodded with satisfaction, only ten chapters were uploaded yesterday, so the new ones are far less than the twenty chapters the day before yesterday, which is also reasonable.

After reading the subscription, Zhang Dongjun uploaded today's ten chapters, looking at his manuscript with only tens of thousands of words left, he couldn't help but shake his head, if he sat down like this, I am afraid that it could only be supported until the day after tomorrow.

In recent months, I have been busy filming, and I have to go to the immortal ruins in a few days, and if I don't save more drafts, I can only break off. At that time, those immortals in the Heavenly Realm will definitely complain, and this will also be very detrimental to their subscription.

For the sake of immortal coins and cultivation, Zhang Dongjun opened the Celestial Origin Writing App, abandoned distracting thoughts, calmed down, and began today's journey of codewords.

As time passed, Zhang Dongjun remained in this state for more than three hours, only to see the fonts on the virtual screen scrolling constantly, as if speaking, flowing in one go.

Zhang Dongjun's novel has written 200,000 words, and the various pits in the early stage have been slowly filled in over time, the old pits have been filled, and new pits have followed.

At about three o'clock in the morning, with Zhang Dongjun's lazy **** sound, today's code word also came to an end.

Looking at the more than 20,000 words in the draft box, Zhang Dongjun had a smile on his face, more than 20,000 words could be enough for him to last a day. (To be continued.) )