There are less than ten minutes before the official start of the competition, Dongfang Qing is leading several staff in the field to do the final inspection of all kinds of equipment for the competition, when it is confirmed that everything is in good condition, Dongfang Qing walked back to the judges' seat with a smile, and then sat in his place.

After exchanging a few words cordially with President Liu beside her, and smiling and nodding with Judge Li, who greeted her, Dongfang Qing looked at the taciturn person next to her, and saw that he had all sat down, and he didn't mean to speak, just sat silently on the side.

Seeing this, Dongfang Qing smiled, and then naturally reached out and helped her husband sort out the folds on his T-shirt.

"It's all here, smile, the reporters are here." Dongfang Qing gently sorted out the clothes for that person, like a little woman.

The young man with withered white hair blinked his deep black pupils in a low voice when he heard this, and then smiled helplessly.

"I can't say it, and it's not for me here."

He still looks good when he laughs, the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, and with his delicate face, he is very good-looking.

But in front of the lifeless gray hair, in that stiff smile, there was too much bitterness and reluctance, because he hadn't laughed for a long time, and the muscles on his face had already fallen into a kind of frozen stiffness.

Looking at the contestants from the major hotels that began to enter the venue, Dongfang Qing smiled and tilted her head, and her tone was very gentle.

"Isn't it good to stay at home all the time, and I've been preparing for this tournament for a long time, so it's okay to help me, okay?" Dongfang Qing rarely let go of her strong female side and showed a very cute look.

The man was silent for a moment, then looked up and sighed, nodding his head in resignation.

"Okay."

Dongfang Qing smiled with satisfaction, and then leaned next to her husband, Dongfang Qingfeng blinked lightly and said very mysteriously.

"By the way, there's someone you should be interested in in a moment."

"Who?"

"Hehe, you'll know when you see it."

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Jiufeng Hotel from Anhui, Tianyue Hotel from Hebei, and Shanghai Port Hotel from Linshi, at 9:25, the contestants from the three hotels entered the venue together.

"Thank you, I will work hard, thank you for your support, I love you too, the God of Good and Evil Kitchen will definitely let everyone see my best side today!"

Rowan went up and gave Lu Ziming a kick, "Get back!" ”

Lu Ziming, who was waving enthusiastically to the air, turned his head innocently after being kicked by Luo Wen, and pushed his black-framed glasses.

"Young Master, what are you doing? I just want more people to know about us. ”

Looking at the innocent appearance of the good and evil kitchen god, and looking at his eyes that had no lenses at all, Rowan was almost so angry that he vomited blood by this big myopic eye who wanted to be in the limelight.

Hooked Lu Ziming's shoulder, and took a new pair of glasses from Robert's hand behind him, Rowan slapped the myopia glasses as high as 800 degrees on Comrade Lu Ziming's face, and then locked the neck of the good and evil kitchen god.

"If you dare not wear glasses in order to be handsome in the future, be careful that I will chop you up and feed you to the blood servant when I go back!"

Listening to the voice of his young master who was like a powerful ghost asking for his life, and feeling the cold breath that Luo Wen breathed out of his erect neck behind him, Ziming couldn't help but shiver.

Blinked his eyes that were almost as blind as he was, and carefully adjusted the myopia glasses on the bridge of his nose, ah, at this moment, Ziming's eyes finally returned to light, and he finally saw everything in front of him, it turned out that there was no audience in the game of the Celestial Empire.......

Yes, Comrade Lu Ziming, the god of good and evil cooking, is a big myopia, and the degree of myopia is as high as 850 degrees, well, it's not like a blind man, this is a blind man.......

As we all know, Ziming is a chef, and he has always belonged to the dispensable number one person in the Demon Party, he has struggled for so many years, and has fought silently for so many years, but the good and evil kitchen god has never achieved a trace of success, and he has never been on the front line once, and he can only be accompanied by the stove and boiler all day long.

This made Ziming, who has always been eager to make contributions, has always been a little sick in the middle and second disease, and has always hoped to be famous in the world, fell into deep sadness.

Of course, Rowan would not let him go to the front line as a cook unless he was crazy.......

But today, the turning point has come, and he Lu Ziming can finally rise once!

If he could, Ziming would like to thank the person who put the holy weapon in the cooking competition as a prize, because he gave him the opportunity, it was this cooking competition that gave him the opportunity, and it was this competition that made him, who has been standing in the back and cooking in obscurity for more than ten years, become one of the most important keys to the victory of the Demon Party!

Ziming's tears left tears of excitement.

And for today's hard-won competition that can prove his strength, Ziming also really worked hard.

I got up at five o'clock in the morning to dress myself, at six o'clock I took out the chef's clothes that I had washed last night and washed them again, stood in the bathroom at half past six with a blow dryer to blow my clothes, and at six forty I was hammered in the bathroom by Luo Wen, who had the air to get up, and at seven o'clock I put on my chef's clothes, and at seven o'clock I sprayed hairspray, and at seven twenty for the sake of image, I replaced the myopia glasses with good-looking pure frames, and then ....... Then Ziming, who was holding his toolbox, sat on the sofa in the living room and sat downstairs until ten o'clock.

What a touching story this is, a blind man, a person who can't even see the road without myopia glasses, in order to leave a good image in this competition, he actually doesn't even wear his life, and as soon as he enters the venue, he happily greets and waves with the air around him, which shows how much Ziming hopes to prove himself, and how sad he has been in the past ten years.

But right now, looking at the empty venue, looking at the competition venue where there were only a dozen people including the staff, Ziming sat on the ground with a bang, and the expression on his face was as sad as having lost everything.

Sitting silently on the ground, sitting on the ground with tears in his eyes, Ziming's salted fish-like face even had a big word of death appearing, and his face had already changed from ruddy at the beginning to a gray face, and that gray face had already been filled with despair for life.

Hehe, there is no audience, hehe, nothing, except that the opponent is the judge, there are only two cameras, and even the host can't see it, hehe, hehe, it's over, my life is gray, I no longer have any chance to be famous in the world, I can only cook honestly in my life, for a lifetime, no one can know the name of my good and evil kitchen god, and in the end, I can only die sadly next to the pot.

Hehe, I want to die, I want to die now.

"Hey, Lu Ziming, what are you doing? What are you doing with such a desperate expression, why don't you stand up for me quickly! ”

"Young master, I want to die."

Rowan was silent for three seconds, and then took out a kitchen knife from Ziming's work box.

"Then you should die now!"

"Young master, young master, calm down, young master!"

"Young master, we understand that he has always wanted everyone to know his cooking skills."

"Young master, Zi disturbed you tomorrow morning, it is indeed very undeserved, but you should not be so irritable."

"Get out of the way, let me split this middle two disease alive!!"

The handsome guys of the three demon parties desperately dragged the furious Luo Wen, who was quarreled with Lu Ziming all morning, and Luo Wen, who had long been holding back the fire in his belly, was crazy and wanted to hack Lu Ziming to death with a knife, and the person Lu Ziming sat quietly on the ground, his chin raised, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, feeling the joys and sorrows of life.

Looking at the demon party that was in a mess, the expressions on the faces of the judges were a little unbearable, thinking to themselves what the hell are you here for, it's strange enough that a group of foreigners and mixed races came to the Chinese food competition, but you are still making a fuss like this, wait, last night's meal won't be what you ate, right?

Seeing that the situation below was becoming more and more uncontrollable, Dongfang Qing hurriedly took the microphone at the table, and said with a wry smile to Luo Wen, who was shouting and killing in the audience, "Don't make trouble, a few players, please go to your own workstation as soon as possible and stand up, the game is about to start, and although there is no audience today, the video will still be broadcast on the local TV station, so as long as you do it well, there will still be a chance for people to get to know you." ”

Rowan dropped the kitchen knife in his hand, gasping for air in his mouth, his chest rising and falling, obviously being too angry by the good and evil chef.

"I don't hear what to say, as long as you do well, you still ....... What about people? ”

Looking at his empty feet, Rowan was stunned, and in the next second, next to the chef's workbench beside him, there was the resurrected voice of the God of Good and Evil Kitchen.

"Young master, let's do our best." Ziming stood proudly in front of the chef's workbench, holding his arms, and glancing at the judges with a proud and proud gaze.

"When did you pass !!"

Turning his head slightly, Ziming's body couldn't see a trace of decadence, his whole body was full of high fighting spirit, and he pushed his black-framed glasses, and the thick lenses actually flashed a ray of light at this moment.

Lowering his head and pushing his glasses, Zi Mingzhong smiled.

"Young Master, let's welcome the fire of the end together."

"Tell me to calm down, tell me not to be angry with that middle school disease!!"

The other three hurriedly gathered around Luo Wen, constantly fanning the irritable Luo Wen and comforting him.

"Young master, calm down, you must be calm."

"Young master, don't be angry, you have to know whether we can get the holy weapon or not, but it all depends on Zi Ming."

"Young master, bear with me, for the sake of the holy weapon, you can endure this middle two disease."

Looking at the indescribable handsome guys of the Demon Party in the audience, the man with white hair, looked at his wife at the moment and shook his head gently.

"There shouldn't be anyone more unreliable than them, right?"

Dongfang Qing put down the microphone in embarrassment.

"It shouldn't be ......."

"Since you have asked sincerely, we will be very merciful to tell you, in order to prevent the destruction of the world, in order to protect the peace of the world, and to carry out love and true evil, the cute and charming villain, the old guard, the dead bald head, I ....... I can't go on!! ”

"Bald brother, bear with me, the eldest lady is looking at you."

"Yes, bald brother, you are still dressed in human clothes, and Brother Maozi is a cat, you see what he said."

"Ahhh I want to wear such disgusting clothes for Mao, and I want to say such disgusting things for Mao! No, I can't stand it! ”

"Hey, bald brother, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"

Looking at the strange people standing in front of the gate of the venue, Dongfang Qing lowered her head deeply.

Coming here to be a judge may really be the worst decision she has made in years........