While the other three teams had already started their preparations, the Origin of Beauty team was bored and spinning around the kitchen.

Ye Feng asked people to find a reclining chair, and lay on it with their clothes closed and closed their eyes to recuperate.

"Uncle Junior, do you want to do it, why don't we go to the hospital and have a look?" Nan Yunshan asked with concern.

"No, I'm in my own hands. Ye Feng said with his eyes closed. At this time, he felt that something was wrong with his body, his physical strength was rapidly declining, his heart palpitations and shortness of breath, and his bones were soft and numb. The vast internal breath in the body also slowly stagnated. Is this a rhythm of serious illness?

"Uncle Junior, the doctor is here, let him show you. Lan Jian found the accompanying doctor of the program team.

After the doctor's preliminary judgment, it was just a hangover and no major problem. Just drink plenty of water, rest more, and don't even need to take medicine.

After more than four hours, the program team had everything ready. It took six vans to get the things into the kitchen.

According to Ye Feng's arrangement, everyone took action. The preparation of the ingredients of the preparation of the ingredients, the preparation of the preparation of the utensils, the steaming busy.

Ye Feng stood up from the recliner, stretched his waist, and walked over.

"Lan Jian, you are responsible for the pre-treatment of the ingredients, and you must strictly follow the instructions I gave you. ”

"Okay, Uncle Junior. ”

"Ma Luye, you are responsible for handling these things that require special craftsmanship. Don't have your own play, do what you're asked to do. ”

"Roger! ”

"Nanyun Mountain, you are responsible for preparing the tableware for thirty-six people according to the instructions. ”

"Okay, little uncle. ”

"Ma Luye, the smell of boiled eggs in the boy's urine is too big, you take him elsewhere. Ouch hey. ”

"Hehe, Uncle Xiao, will I leave you a taste?"

"Nanyun Mountain, oleander inserted in this canned lychee glass bottle. ”

"Blue Sword, this fish should be salted more, put more salt, it should be salty and bitter, salty!"

"Uncle Junior, are you sure, can you still eat this?"

"Ma Luye, put this whole chicken in a porcelain bowl, don't put any water, and steam it like this. Finally, put two large pieces of brown sugar in it!"

"Uncle Junior, is this delicious?"

……

Ye Feng has a lot of requirements, and they are very detailed, he has been wandering around the kitchen, correcting all kinds of problems that arise at any time.

The other participating teams have already delivered their meals. The source of beauty is still in intense preparations.

"We're going to suffer a lot if we're the last to serve it. The front is full, and the back is picky. Ma Luye said.

"It's important to have a preconceived notion and we're the last one to come out and the judges expect a lot from us. This will result in a lower actual score. "Lan Jian thought it through.

"Uncle Junior, can we send these things up?" Nan Yunshan was very worried.

"Just do it, we've done our best. Ye Feng said weakly.

……

Downstairs in the General Hospital of the Navy, the atmosphere was tense, and the doctors and nurses were busy coming in and out.

"Dean, what's wrong with Lao Zhang?" Deng Jiayi, who had just gotten off the plane, stopped Dean He.

"The chief is now in a deep coma, and the preliminary judgment is that it was caused by drug poisoning. We are in the process of analysing the composition of the drug in his body. Dean He said.

"Deep coma?" Deng Jiayi grabbed Dean He's hand tightly: "Does it matter? It doesn't matter? You must cure Lao Zhang." ”

"We will do our best to rescue them. After speaking, Dean He patted her hand and left in a hurry.

"Dad—"

"Grandpa—"

"Chief—"

The relatives present immediately burst into tears.

"What? Chief Zhang Dechao was poisoned? He was in a deep coma and was being rescued?" The military department decided to immediately set up a highest-level investigation team, with Army Chief He Zhendong personally in charge, to conduct a thorough investigation into the poisoning case of Zhang Dechao.

Things quickly figured it out, the night before, in order to celebrate Ye Feng's award, Chief Zhang Dechao had a drink with Ye Feng, Tu Hongguang, and Fei Tong.

After extracting leftover meals for testing, a slight cyanide component was detected in a small plate of chili peppers specially pickled for Zhang Dechao.

Zhang Dechao's guards and the parties Tu Hongguang and Fei Tong were interrogated, and everyone confirmed that it was Ye Feng's kitchen that day, and the things he brought went directly into the kitchen without inspection. All the doubts pointed to Ye Feng, who was participating in the Kitchen God Contest at this time.

The investigation team raided the old house of Taizumen, and in Ye Feng's room, they found an unmarked empty glass bottle with cyanide residue in it. In Ye Feng's laptop, tens of millions of accounts were found, and these accounts were all on this computer. Logged in.

"Arrest Ye Feng immediately!" the investigation team gave an order.

……

"Serve!" In the Jinghua Yanyun Hotel, with Ye Feng's order, the waiters came out with vegetables and fish, and all kinds of utensils with a variety of food were sent to the thirty-six judges, and each food was numbered, corresponding to each person.

"The dishes are ready, please use them slowly!" The foursome of Meizhiyuan lined up neatly and bowed to the judges.

The waiter stepped forward and lifted the lid.

"Wow-"

"Ahh

"Mom-"

Surprise, admiration one after another.

An old man trembled and dug a mouthful of shallots mixed with tofu and put it into his mouth, and suddenly burst into tears: "That's the taste, it's been forty years, Mom-"

This old man is the famous writer Levine, who once wrote in an article in memory of his mother that his mother often misplaced the seasoning when cooking, and once poured honey as oyster sauce on the tofu with shallots, and the salty and sweet taste became his unforgettable memory.

A middle-aged man hesitantly looked at the four shelled eggs in front of him, dumbfounded: "Give me boiled eggs in the Chef God Competition?"

When he picked up an egg, a strong salty smell of urine came to his nose, instantly opening the valve of his memory. His hometown is Dongyang, and he has the custom of boiling eggs in his hometown.

One yuan and five corners of a boy egg is more expensive than ordinary tea eggs, and can often be sold out of stock. After adding the eggs to the fresh urine and boiling them over high heat, then take out the eggs, crack the shells, and then put them in to boil. After a certain period of time, the upper and lower eggs are repositioned, and boiled repeatedly, and the boiled eggs are called "boy eggs". It is said that eating this egg can prevent night sweats, and adults can prevent heat stroke when eating, and it is also aphrodisiac. When I was a child, I often ate it, but after I joined the work, my family moved away from Dongyang, and I never ate it again.

"Cuihua?" a pot-bellied middle-aged man looked at everything in front of him in shock.

In the glass jar of canned lychee, red oleander flowers are blooming. In the blue earthen bowl is a portion of the water, and the cornmeal is a little much, and the yellow one is still a little dark. Just sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions on it, and there was nothing.

The man picked up a large lump of noodles with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, and his eyes turned red in an instant. When I was young, when I came home tired, my wife would always cook such a big bowl of noodles and watch herself eat them. She likes to be pretty, and she will pinch a sprig of oleander every day and put it in a bottle like this.

Through the gap of oleander flowers, the man vaguely saw the smiling appearance of his wife Cuihua. "Cuihua, I'm sorry for you. I wonder if you'll ever forgive me?"

A middle-aged woman looked at the steamed chicken in front of her, and happiness was about to overflow from her heart. She stretched out her hand, interlocked her fingers with her husband beside her, and gave him a sweet smile.

When I just gave birth to a child, my husband felt sorry for himself, and he carefully prepared this brown sugar chicken. The old hen in the countryside steamed for half a day, and finally added two jujubes and two large pieces of brown sugar, which was so sweet and greasy. I only ate one leg, and the rest was forced to eat the straw bales around me.