At 9 o'clock, the six groups of individual competitions in the morning began at the same time.

In the VIP room, the old Wei Tang monk Maozi brothers and Wang Erming, four people sat in a row in front of the bar counter, eating the sundae ice cream in their hands, while staring up at Huang Xiaobei, who looked like a hanger on the big TV screen overhead.

Looking at Huang Xiaobei, who was standing in the competition venue, looking east and west, touching this and that, Elder Tang sent a large mouthful of ice cream to his mouth, and said in a speechless manner.

"Ah, this Xiaobei can actually go to the game? Hehe, following the tenant doorman dishwasher and bartender, the hotel sweeper finally stood on that stage. Hehe, the world of magic. ”

Wang Erming looked up stupidly and smiled, "How honorable, to be able to represent our hotel to participate in the individual competition, hehe, Xiaobei is really amazing." ”

After speaking, Wang Erming suddenly felt that the corners of his clothes were gently tugged, Er Ming knew it in his heart, and then looked around carefully, and after seeing that the three people next to him were not looking at him, Er Ming quickly fed a spoonful of ice cream to the air beside him.

The three rectums of the old Wei Tang monk and the Maozi brothers, or the three guys who were not as alert as Carl's fox, did not notice Er Ming's strange behavior at all, and the three of them continued to eat ice cream, looking at Huang Xiaobei's stupid appearance in the live broadcast.

"Glory? Ah, yes, it's quite glorious, just Xiaobei's two times...... Tsk, it's a miserable death. Elder Tang shook his head without any hope.

Lao Wei also sighed and said, "I have tasted Xiaobei's cooking, how can I say it, it's okay, but if you win the cooking competition, it will be a big joke." ”

"Okay, this Xiaobei is going to the competition, why do you have to support him as roommates!" As he spoke, Elder Tang smiled and took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter brother in front of him and said, "That waiter, come to the Shanghai Port Hotel!" ”

Lao Wei also hurriedly shouted the chicken thief, "Yes, yes, yes, give me two bets too!" Damn, it's really thanks to Xiaobei today! ”

Brother Maozi looked at the two bags of energetic guys beside him who were pitting their own people, and weakly reminded, "Senior, go to Hong Kong...... It looks like a hotel for the Demon Party. ”

"Then we won't buy it from others."

After that, the old guard rubbed his hands, his eyebrows danced, and he smiled again and again, "Eh, why do you want to gamble?" I bet that Xiaobei will lose at least 20 points to the first place! ”

"The poor monk bets thirty points! Whoever loses, please eat! ”

"I'm betting thirty-five points!"

Elder Tang smiled and bumped Brother Maozi's shoulder, "Hey, drunkard, how much are you betting?" ”

Brother Maozi was very entangled in holding the ice cream in his hand, and then he stretched out a finger very embarrassedly, and said with a smile, "I'll bet ten." ”

"Eh, that's right, come on, come on, the poor monk won't play cards today, just see how many points Huang Xiaobei's grandson can lose."

"Xiaobei fights for breath, try to lose twenty points!"

"Thirty-five must lose thirty-five! The poor monk is optimistic about you! ”

At the same moment, in the competition venue, Huang Xiaobei sneezed fiercely.

While rubbing his nose, Huang Xiaobei looked up strangely.

"Damn, why do you always feel like someone is laughing at me behind my back?"

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The time came to the moment of nine o'clock, on the judges' bench, Dongfang Qing picked up the microphone and said to the three contestants in front of him with a smile, "Okay, the time for the competition has come, I will repeat the mechanism and rules of the individual competition here, I believe everyone knows that there is no limit to the topic of the individual competition this time, you only need to complete a hot dish, a cold dish, and a staple food and dessert within the specified time." There is no restriction on the main food theme, and the two players with the highest score in the end can advance to the next round. ”

After that, under the gesture of Chairman Wang's smile, Dongfang Qing gently held the microphone, and a gentle smile appeared on her delicate and gorgeous face.

"Okay, now I announce that the 5th National Culinary Competition, the first round of the individual competition, and the competition in Group E are officially ......."

Staring at the empty chef's table behind Master Zhao of Yucheng Hotel, seeing that the competition has begun, there are still people who are late? Dongfang Qing couldn't help frowning slightly, and said with a little dissatisfaction, "It seems that there are still players who have not arrived, so here we will give him another five minutes, and if he doesn't come after five minutes, he will cancel his ........."

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Before Dongfang Qing's words fell, Young Master Luo Wen's hoarse shout suddenly came from outside the venue.

kicked open the door of the venue, and Young Master Luo Wen, who was covered with cold sweat, grabbed the collar of the god of good and evil cooking, and ran into the venue in a hurry, for fear that he would be disqualified if he took one step slowly.

yes, can you not be afraid? You said that they were eliminated in the team competition because they went off topic, and if the individual competition was done again for the ridiculous reason of being late, Master Rowan would be fine.

In the stunned eyes of everyone at the scene, Young Master Luo Wen, who was in a hurry and covered with cold sweat, dragged the unfinished thing behind him and ran desperately to the venue, and at the same time did not forget to turn his head and scold that bastard 255.

"What are you doing here? What the hell are you here for? Can you hear me wrong? Damn, if you dare to be eliminated today because you are late, Young Master Ben will have to chop you up and feed the dog! ”

Ziming was grabbed by the collar by Young Master Luo Wen and staggered away, and at the same time, he couldn't help but have a bitter face, and said with a very suspicious look, "Young Master, I, I don't know, I remember that I heard it like Group H yesterday?" This, this may really, really not ...... me"

When I heard that Ziming, a bastard, he still dared to quibble? Young Master Rowan is angry!

Turning around and grabbing Ziming's collar, Young Master Luo Wen's eyes widened, and he really hated the roots of his teeth.

"You don't know? You don't know! Come, tell me what else you know? You're here on purpose to make trouble for me, aren't you? Rowan pointed at him fiercely, "I'll tell you about good and evil....... Ahh Let me tell you Lu Ziming, this time Young Master Ben doesn't care about you, next time, next time, if you dare to be stupid for me, and dare to even run the wrong place for me, you will wait to be removed from the family! ”

Looking at the scene of Young Master Luo Wen scolding Ziming, and probably if it weren't for the fact that there were many scruples, it was estimated that he would have to start fighting, Huang Xiaobei was very happy to watch.

It's been a long time, this product is in the wrong place? I said why I didn't see him for a long time, alas, this IQ is easy to be laughed at.

Looking at Ziming, who was trained like a dog by Luo Wen not far away, Huang Xiaobei also touched his chin and fixed his head.

"Well, I didn't run, ironclad logistics personnel, don't say anything else, just look at his current appearance of bowing his head and being trained, how can it be that it has nothing to do with the word combat.

Although it is estimated that a person can't raise his head in front of Luo Wen's lion roar, but I don't know why, looking at Ziming's submissive and scolded atmosphere, he didn't dare to come out, and even his legs were trembling vigorously, Huang Xiaobei always felt that he was a bit like himself.

Because when Master Sun scolded him, he was also so virtuous.

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"Mr. Rowan, are you finished? If you're done, you can go out, and there will be no assistants in today's individual competition. Seeing that Young Master Rowan was scolding more and more fiercely, Dongfang Qing had to interrupt, and at the same time said euphemistically, let's go, how can there be a game in your hotel, so chickens and dogs will jump.

Hearing Dongfang Qing's reminder, Young Master Luo Wen was like a Sichuan opera changing his face, obviously one second ago he was still pulling Ziming's collar King Kong angrily, but the next second he took away the angry look on his face, and then calmly turned around, and smiled politely at Dongfang Qing and the young man with withered white hair, "Okay Chairman Dongfang, I'll leave now, sorry for the trouble." ”

After that, Young Master Rowan smiled and nodded to the young man, and then turned his head to Zi Ming and made a grim gesture of wiping his neck....... Probably speaking, if you dare to make a mistake today, you really don't have to come back, Young Master Rowan left the competition venue with a smile, and at the same time closed the door intimately.

"Bang." Hearing the heavy sound of the door closing from the competition venue, Dongfang Qing held the microphone in her hand and announced with a smile, "The first round of Group E qualifiers for the individual competition of this cooking competition has officially begun!" ”

When the words fell, the four players present were busy at the same time.

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Staring at Zi Ming, who walked to the workbench beside him, and seeing Zi Ming inadvertently glance at him, Master Li Fatzi instantly felt a cool breath on his back.

Tremblingly looking at Ziming who no longer paid attention to him after glancing at himself, Master Li raised his head tremblingly, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, and then forced a smile on his fat face and said.

"Great, master, you, you're in this group......."

Ziming turned his head to look at him, and then smiled meaningfully.

"yes, you're in this group too, isn't that a coincidence?"

Looking at Ziming's eyes with deep meaning, Master Li Fatzi only felt that a bad feeling instantly appeared in his heart. In fact, since the end of the first day of the game, Master Li Fatzi always felt that his porridge might have been done by Fu Ziming.

Of course, he didn't have any evidence, but he just felt that way! And with that, there is also a kind of fear.

You must know that when he was boiling porridge at that time, Ziming never even approached him one step, but as a result, his porridge still became so unpalatable!? This also led to the fact that in front of Ziming's shocking cooking skills and weird methods, Chef Li Fatzi only felt a fear from the bottom of his heart!

No way, people, for unknown things, they will always be accustomed to going to some strange places to associate with strange forces, of course, Master Li really didn't think wrong this time, after all, vampires do belong to the gang of strange forces.

"That master, there is one thing that I, I have always wanted to tell you, that is, although I don't know why my porridge meeting last time became so, but, I always feel that it may be with ....... But it doesn't matter. ”

Master Li hurriedly bowed his head and confessed, and said in a sincere tone, "Master, I apologize to you today, I was wrong in the past, you don't remember villains, don't be like me," said Master Li, who was about to cry, pitifully holding the chef's uniform that was crumbled by himself, and humbly pleaded, "Look, look at this time, how can you ...... this time?"

Hearing this, Ziming stepped forward, patted Master Li Fatzi on the shoulder with a grand attitude, and smiled easily, "Don't worry, it's easy to say, I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges." ”

"Then thank you, Master." Master Li Fatzi was overjoyed.

Ziming also smiled at him kindly, but in the next second, Ziming twisted his head back with a gloomy face, gritting his teeth in his heart.

Grandma, if it weren't for the fact that you were a bastard and had to do it again last time, the judges wouldn't even give me a chance? Yes, am I the one who holds a grudge, I remember the grudge, and the young master is afraid!

Glancing gloomily at Master Li Fatzi, who began to tout him behind him, Ziming smiled sinisterly.

Pray, pray that the resurrection don't meet me, or you'll be able to pack up and go back to your hometown the day after tomorrow.