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She felt like she was jumping into an invisible net, knowing that it was a plan, but she was powerless to break free. I could only watch as the other party slowly closed the net and cooked her into a plate of Chinese food.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind. I don't know if Uncle Shi has found out that the plan has been revealed? Although Nan Ronglie has the support of the Iron Blood Pavilion, but the strong dragon can't fight the earth snake, will he suffer? If he wins the concubine selection competition, Qin Wuya will really tell her the truth? Since he gave up on her at the beginning, why did he go to great lengths to keep her by his side today?

She thought over and over the unanswered questions, with only one clear goal: she had to win tomorrow's match!

Ling Caiwei had just felt sleepy, and the knock on the door of the shopkeeper sounded.

She rubbed her blurry eyes and pulled herself together to start the day.

It was supposed to be an easy competition, just practice, and there was no pressure at all. But because of Qin Wuya's last threat, she had to find a way to win the game.

The remaining two competitions, one for cooking and one for running a family. Ling Caiwei calculated that she would win three games in a row, and although she was sure to win in the tenth group, she would have to win at least one more game if she wanted to enter the final safely.

She remembered that Yan Feiying sarcastically ridiculed her cooking level, and automatically gave up competing for the first place in cooking. Then she has to give it her all in this game.

The rules of the cooking competition are that each person makes a dish, the ingredients are chosen by themselves, and the taste of the dish touches the judges.

The ingredients prepared by the competition pavilion are all on the table on the east side of the square. President Pang announced the start of the competition, and the girls flocked with bamboo baskets, they were afraid that if they went late, the good ingredients would be picked up by others, which would be equivalent to losing the opportunity.

Ling Caiwei didn't have hope for this game, so it didn't matter whether it was morning or late, she followed the team without hurrying, Tang Feiyan helped Yue Feng to walk fast, and she also walked slowly behind the team.

The three of them said hello, and Tang Feiyan asked Ling Caiwei with concern if she didn't sleep well last night?

Ling Caiwei cared about Yue Feng's body, her face was even paler than yesterday, and her breathing became short, and she was out of breath after walking a few steps. Tang Feiyan was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and kept asking her if she could still persevere?

Yue Feng coughed a few times, leaned on Tang Feiyan and rested for a while before waving his hand and saying it was okay.

Ling Caiwei looked at her secretly. Listening to Tang Feiyan persuading her that day, and hearing gossip about her for two days, Ling Caiwei had a good impression of this weak and unruly woman, and saw that she was so sick that she had to persevere, although she was curious about the purpose of her participation in the competition, and she didn't know what the beliefs that supported her were, but she admired such a woman.

Ling Caiwei hesitated, took out a bottle of tonic medicine prepared by herself and handed it to Yue Feng: "I know a little about medical skills, this is a medicine that replenishes blood and qi, if you don't dislike it, you can try it to alleviate your current symptoms." ”

Yue Feng looked at her, groaned, and took it with a smile: "Thank you." ”

However, she didn't eat it immediately, but put it in her sleeve pocket.

Tang Feiyan glanced at Ling Caiwei awkwardly, and Ling Caiwei smiled seemingly indifferently.

That bottle of medicine was prepared for Nan Ronglie after he was seriously injured by Yan Wuxing that day, and she never had a chance to give it to him, not only did it contain the best medicinal materials, but also the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that Mo Chenyan gave her, she took it to give it away, obviously that person didn't appreciate it, she was still a little uncomfortable in her heart, but there was no need to show it.

The three of them followed the back of the line to the long table where the ingredients were placed, and sure enough, the girls were experts at selecting ingredients, and there were not many things left on the table, and they were all tricky ingredients, and ordinary people could not use them to cook food at all.

Tang Feiyan frowned, patiently choosing the best of the bad.

Yue Feng was sluggish, and he also focused on picking up.

Ling Caiwei walked around the table and found that there were no even the most ordinary eggs. It seems that she has no chance of making a table of egg feasts.

As she pondered how to cope with the game, her eyes suddenly lit up. A small vegetable snake was coiled in a bamboo basket, and Ling Caiwei suddenly remembered the bowl of snake soup that Nan Ronglie had made for her in the valley.

Ling Caiwei looked up and saw an osmanthus tree dozens of meters away from the long table, and immediately in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the osmanthus flowers had bloomed in twos and threes, scattering a faint fragrance, Ling Caiwei smiled, since there are no peach blossoms, let's replace them with osmanthus.

She folded a branch of osmanthus and put it in a bamboo basket, and selected a few condiments before coming to the Qingshui District. There are different clay pots in it, and in front of the clay pots are marked mountain spring water, stream water, river water, and rainwater.

Ling Caiwei vaguely remembered that the water Nan Ronglie used to cook porridge was the stream water in front of the peach blossom forest, and she picked a can and returned to her operation room.

At this time, the other contestants had already prepared the ingredients, and some had already begun to cook.

Ling Caiwei didn't want to win fame, she just wanted to make a bowl of snake soup at that time and recall the time the two spent together. Therefore, she is the most unhurried of these people.

It is estimated that when hunting the cabbage snake, it has been injured, and the life in the bamboo basket is dying at this moment.

Since Ling Caiwei learned the Heart Sutra of the Holy Maiden, she is not only equipped with martial arts, but also a little stronger than before.

She understands that some things can only be done on her own, and if she is afraid, no one will fight for her. Therefore, even if she is afraid, she has to force herself to face it bravely.

It's easier to kill a snake than to kill someone.

Although she was not skilled, she still remembered Nan Ronglie's method of taking snake gall bladder, cleaning the snake, skinning, cutting it, and salting it.

When the stream water boiled, she put in the snake break and seasoning, and slowly boiled the snake soup.

It stands to reason that some fishy herbs should be added to the snake soup. When choosing ingredients, she saw that those medicinal materials were not used by ordinary people. Although Ling Caiwei understood the effect of them as ingredients, in order to cook the porridge to the taste of Nan Ronglie, she still chose the easiest method.

Watching the water in the casserole slowly boil, the ingredients inside gradually softened and gradually merged, and the mist in front of Ling Caiwei's eyes became heavier and heavier.

She shook the fan in her hand, grasped the heat, and watched a pot of clear soup gradually turn white and thick.

This is more like her life, thinking that she could see through the fate at a glance, but because of the constantly heating external force, it is gradually blurred, and even she herself can't understand what it will look like in the future.

The order to end the game sounded, Ling Caiwei woke up from her contemplation, put away the fire, put the snake soup into a white porcelain bowl, and finally sprinkled a layer of osmanthus on it, the fragrance of the plant combined with the food, and an inexplicable familiar smell wafted out.

Ling Caiwei's heart throbbed inexplicably, and she wrote the name of the dish on the letterhead: Spring Heart Mo Gonghua is contending

Someone came and took her soup. It's a pity that she didn't even taste whether it was him at the beginning.

She deliberately angered him last night, and she swept the judges' bench many times seemingly inadvertently, and the place where he often sat was empty.

And sure enough, he was gone.

Her heart was empty.

Another long wait.

At noon, President Pang came out to announce the results after the afternoon game, and everyone went to lunch first.

Ling Caiwei followed the team back to the inn, and Siliang suddenly broke into the team and blocked Ling Caiwei's way.

"My aunt, what did you put in that bowl of snake soup?

(To be continued.) )