Chunfangen.

The TV set in the hall was playing the-blue's group game, and Xuan Li watched the TV intently, especially when she saw the ingredients in the basket served by Zheng Ke, the whole person fell into deep thought.

Since Zheng Ke chose tofu, it must be tofu cuisine, mapo tofu? No, because I didn't see chili peppers. Is it pocket tofu? But it doesn't look like the ingredients.

Xuan Li frowned, the dishes made by Zheng Ke were not in her recipe.

Stinky boy, I said, you have to be thorough, but you don't need to work so hard in the group stage, right?

Xuan Hua pulled Xuan Li's placket, "Sister, can Zheng Ke win?"

"No problem, it's just the group stage. Xuan Li muttered to herself.

……

Macro Plating School.

Bai Shilong entered the classroom with a serious face, but saw students sitting around in twos and threes.

"What are you doing? It's class. Bai Shilongyi scolded.

"Mr. Shiraishi, Mr. Zheng is competing now?" a girl raised her hand in the air.

"He?" Bai Shi then remembered that Zheng Ke was going to compete today, and secretly regretted it in his heart, he had known this and arranged for others to teach.

Despite thinking so, Shiraishi Ryuichi coughed dryly, "I know. But you're graduating soon—if you don't get good grades this time, are you worth the money you pay?"

"But, Mr. Shiraishi, this game is also very exciting......

"Nonsense, what can be exciting about the group stage? Hurry up and go to class - if you do your homework well in the past few days, I can take you to the finals! With Zheng Ke's strength, it is still no problem to enter the finals. Shiraishi Ryuichi urged.

"Yes. As fast as he could, the student put away his phone and sat up straight.

This bunch of bastards...... Really.

……

No matter how exciting the game on the screen was, there was a slight lack of tension compared to the scene.

In the arena of ten people, except for the collision of a wooden shovel and a frying pan, there was almost no other noise. Each contestant went all out and was eager to show off his cooking skills.

"Now, can you see what kind of cooking Zheng Ke makes?" asked Kobayashi Gentian to the side of the long me.

"I didn't ...... How could I see it so quickly?"

No...... In his memory, there was no such dish at all.

Damn, this should be a Sichuan dish, but why don't I know?

Sweat flowed down my forehead for a long time, and this dish was beyond what he had mastered.

"It turns out that there is Sichuan cuisine that I don't know for a long time. Issehui touched her chin and whispered.

Zheng Ke put the fried egg skin on one side of the plate, put it with the prepared sweet and sour lettuce, and then took a deep breath, and then the key to the whole dish was next.

Put the washed pork fat meat into the pot, cover the pot, Zheng Ke then take out the tofu, put it in the silk basket, knead it into a fluffy shape, and put it in a bowl. Take another egg, take the egg white, bubble it in a bowl, and pour it into the tofu puree.

"The basics are so solid. Wang He looked at Zheng Ke, who was constantly busy on the big screen, and said in a lost voice.

When Wang He sees others cooking, he must first look at the other party's basic skills. No matter how gorgeous the cooking is, as long as the basic skills are not solid, the cooking will be like a castle in the sky.

Zheng Ke's cooking process is orderly, although there are a few techniques in the middle, which seem a little awkward, but the follow-up actions quickly cover up the shortcomings of these techniques.

From the current point of view, Zheng Ke's Chinese cuisine should not have received special systematic training, but after a long time of tempering, his cooking actions can also achieve the effect of systematic training, which has to make Wang He secretly surprised.

"What do you think, what level of his cooking skills are in the 'Eight Pavilions'?" Ye Qiuling narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"This is why you underestimate us too much, and the 'Oriental Eight Pavilions' is not something that ordinary people can achieve casually. Wang He said coldly.

"yes, but you still lost to me. Ye Qiuling teased.

"Isn't that because you're two years older than me? Wang He swore an oath.

"What am I comparing to that biantai?" Ye Qiuling shrugged, "I haven't lived enough?"

Hearing Ye Qiuling's words, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang He's mouth.

"However, then again, he may be the chief of the Ten Masters next year. Are you Dongfang ready to face him?"

"I'm not afraid of him. Wang He pursed his lips, "My strength is definitely above him." ”

"Okay, no kidding. With your eyesight, what is his strength in the 'Eight Pavilions'?" Ye Qiuling asked.

"With my eyesight, fifth? no, at most sixth, maybe not as good as sixth. Wang He thought about it, and finally changed his words.

"I think that by December of this year, except for the three third-year monsters and the second-year genius, there is no one in the 'Eight Pavilions' who is his opponent. Ye Qiuling said.

"Are you kidding? I'll admit he's great, but he still has a lot of flaws in his cooking. Wang He clasped his hands to his chest and twisted his head to other places, and he had a lot of prejudice against Zheng Ke in his heart.

He didn't want to hear Ye Qiuling talking nonsense here anymore.

"That's because you haven't eaten his food. Ye Qiuling muttered to herself.

Especially since the beginning of the Ten Masterpieces Competition, Zheng Ke's cooking growth rate has exceeded Ye Qiuling's imagination, if it weren't for the five into four, he met Si Yingshi, he could advance to the first place, no one can imagine.

At that time, Zheng Ke had almost used up all the dishes he had prepared, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, but even so, the dishes he made were still talked about by Si Yingshi.

I'm really looking forward to the next game, and of course, if I have the opportunity to play against him, that's good.

Ye Qiuling stretched her waist, and the smile on her face became more and more abundant.

The minutes ticked by, and soon there were only twenty minutes left until the game.

The judges on the judges' bench kept scanning the arena to find the first person to finish the meal, when suddenly a voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Judge, my cooking is done. One of the contestants raised his hand in the air.

Kobayashi Gentian looked in the direction of the speaker and found that the person who spoke was actually the Indonesian player.

"It's disgusting! Kobayashi Gentian pursed his lips, looking unhappy.

"Senior Sister Kobayashi, don't you know if he can pass or not?" Yi Sehui said softly.

Kobayashi Gentian suddenly narrowed his eyes and dragged his chin with both hands, "Don't say it so bluntly, let him have some expectations." ”