The audience was silent and silent. Everyone stared at the screen, waiting to see if there would be a miracle in the last five minutes. On the screen, Yin Xin and Zu Xue'er have struggled to the final stage of desperate death, and success or failure is all in one fell swoop......

Just when everyone was holding their breath, the screen was suddenly red by bursts of flames, and I saw that Yin Xin had been completely wrapped in flames, as magnificent and mysterious as bathed in flames, and in an instant, even the customers who were waiting in line in front of Zu Xueer's booth also turned their eyes to Yin Xin's side. Zu Huatian's facial muscles in the arena twitched a few times, and after a while, he muttered:

Yin Xin...... Changed the way you cooked? Changed to a combination of stir-frying and stir-frying, and turned it into a completely de-fired stir-fry? Hehe, this can indeed improve efficiency, but isn't this perfunctory for customers? ”

Ji Wenqi also frowned slightly, and smiled slightly after a long time:

"Forget it, don't be suspicious, Yin Xin won't let me down. This kid never does things that he is not sure of, and I believe that miracles will definitely happen! ”

"There are 30 seconds left, Zu Xueer, 314 copies, Yin Xin, 289 copies!" The moderator announced.

"What else can you do in a minute! Yin Xin, you're done! Zu Xue'er gritted her teeth and said coldly.

Yin Xin heard Zu Xue'er's fierce curse, and just smiled slightly:

"However, it's a pity, Zu Xue'er, it's over, it's your ......"

After speaking, Yin Xin picked up a mouthful of iron pots and distributed the pots of rice to each diner in an orderly manner. Zu Xueer's heart tightened at this time, it turned out that Yin Xin completed the last wave before the end of the game, can this wave surpass her advantage? Although it is unlikely, a chill has begun to rise in Zu Xue'er's heart......

At this time, Yin Xin was already sweating profusely from the flames one after another, and even the white chef's uniform was blackened by the smoke. When Yin Xin divided the last pot of fried rice and the diners took it away to eat, the host finally pressed the stopwatch:

"It's game time! Chefs on both sides stop and announce the final results! ”

Hearing this, all the audience stretched their necks and held their breath, especially Zu Huatian, whose faces turned pale. The host looked down at the count, and after a long time, he slowly spoke:

"Zu Xue'er. 321 copies! ”

"Good! Win! ”

Zu Huatian slapped the chair suddenly, stood up and shouted excitedly. He knew very well that Yin Xin could only produce 30 servings of fried rice in one pot at most, and Zu Xueer killed Yin Xin at the last moment, reaching 321 servings, even if Yin Xin made 30 servings of fried rice, he would undoubtedly lose, and the advantage was obvious!

Ji Wenqi glanced at Zu Huatian and smiled slightly:

"What about Yin Xin?"

All of them were completely out of breath, and even their hearts were about to stop. The host swallowed a mouthful of saliva, glanced at the tablet in his hand, and slowly raised his head after a long time:

"Chef Yin Xin. Three hundred...... Twenty-five copies! ”

"What !!!"

In an instant, Zu Xue'er only felt that her eyes were dark, and Zu Huatian's throat was sweet, and she suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the chair, muttering:

"Impossible...... No way! How could Yin Xin have produced nearly 40 servings of fried rice in one wave! There should only be 30 copies...... There should only be 30 copies! ”

Ji Wenqi smiled slightly and motioned for the driver to take the two chefs back to the scene. A quarter of an hour later, Yin Xin and Zu Xue'er were carried back to the scene, Zu Xue'er's face was like ashes, her body was paralyzed, and Yin Xin's face was pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth......

Ji Wenqi picked up the microphone and said:

"Chef Yin, first of all, congratulations on your victory in numbers. However, some people questioned that you could only make a maximum of 30 servings of fried rice in one pot, and at the last minute, you actually beat Chef Zu Xueer with nearly 40 servings of fried rice. What exactly did you do? ”

Yin Xin smiled slightly:

"It's very simple, do you think I added 0.5 times more salad oil just to start a fire? Definitely. In fact, the secret of ignition is not the amount of oil, but whether it can keep the flame from extinguishing, that is, to maintain sufficient oxygen. This requires the skill of stir-frying, so that the flame is constantly in contact with the air without being crushed by the ingredients. That's right, but there's only one reason I'm putting in more oil – I'm putting in 0.5 times more ingredients at the same time!! ”

"Cunning fellow!" Zu Xue'er had already knelt softly in front of Yin Xin, raised her head and roared weakly, then turned her head and shouted:

"I protest! Yin Xin...... Yin Xin is perfunctory to customers, focusing only on quantity and ignoring quality! I don't accept this result, I ask for another comparison! ”

Ji Wenqi waved his hand, and then six men in suits walked up to the judges' bench and placed a plate on the judges' table. Ji Wenqi pointed to the plate on the table and said:

In fact, the referee committee has long been mindful. There are six portions of rice, three of each of you, twenty minutes into the start of the game, forty minutes into the game, and before the end of the game, we send someone to pretend to be a customer to collect it. Below, we will evaluate them to see if there are any cases of inconsistent quality and perfunctory customers. ”

Saying that, Ji Wenqi saw that Yin Xin had something to say, and said with a smile:

"Chef Yin, I know what you're going to say, don't worry. Once collected, the dishes are placed in professionally insulated containers with little to no change in temperature and will have no impact on your results. ”

Yin Xin was relieved.

Zu Xueer looked at the three judges who began to taste. After Zhou Wanghai and Ji Wenqi finished tasting, they smiled and said nothing. After tasting it, Owen shook his head and said:

"These three fried rice servings of Mr. Yin Xin. It is true that the taste has changed a lot. ”

Hearing this, Zuhuatian's father and daughter were suddenly overjoyed and cheered, thinking that they had seized a glimmer of life. Owen went on to say:

"But. From a fair point of view, Mr. Yin's fried rice is getting better and better, and I can feel that he is more attentive, more serious, and more skilled, rather than more perfunctory to customers, so, unfortunately, Mr. Zu, I can't help but admit that until the end, Mr. Yin, there is no suspicion of perfunctory customers! ”

"What ......" Zu Huatian sat down in his chair.

"Thank you, Mr. Owen." This time, Yin Xin said completely sincerely.

"In that case, is the result of this gambling effective?" Ji Wenqi said with a smile.

"It works." Zhou Wanghai nodded.

"It works." Owen also had to nod.

An imperceptible smile appeared on Ji Wenqi's face:

"In that case, I declare that this bet on food, Yin Xin, victory !!"

(Today is still the third watch, the battle is very fierce, whether it can surpass other works, it's up to you!) ）