When Christie opened her mouth like this, Ye Qing also let go of the contempt in her heart, after all, some dishes in this world are famous for their simplicity and simplicity, but when she wanted to add it, she was stunned.

This bowl of Yangchun noodles on the surface, when you really look closely, is not a bowl.

It's nine bowls.

Christie used eight paper-like films to separate nine portions of noodle soup in this bowl of noodles that seemed to be clear soup and little water, and Ye Qing finally understood what Christie's hundred things were when he saw this.

Thinking like this, Ye Qing reached out and picked out a bunch of noodles from one of the compartments, which were as white as snow and as thin as hair, gently drained the juice, and then lowered his head and put the noodles into his mouth.

Chew off.

Ye Qing bit his lip, stretched out his hand to try the second compartment again, and after eating, he didn't say a word, and immediately went to try the third and fourth.

When Ye Qing finally tasted all the noodles that looked exactly the same in the nine compartments, he gently pushed the bowl away and said nothing.

Not only Ye Qing, but also the referee behind the referee's table also had the same reaction, Ye Luan and Carrotes needless to say, they have always maintained an attitude of taking care of the contestants, so they never hesitate to express their likes and dislikes, but those three are completely different.

With their status and experience, it is the easiest thing to peek at the whole leopard from one tube, so starting from the first imperial oath, whether it is Xiang and Christie's spiritual weapons that are also close to the extreme of creation, or the fragrant tea of Christie and the three highnesses in the second game, these three have either just looked at the appearance and effect, listened to the general introduction, and even had no interest in picking up and observing in person, and they already had a fairly accurate judgment of the works of the two in their hearts.

And the second oath of tea is the same, even if Christie's chewing tea tastes almost drug, but they still insist on judging the taste of the whole cup of tea as long as they taste it, so they don't taste the taste of the second bite.

Extending to Ye Qing's 100 dumplings, ninety-nine kinds of dumplings with different flavors and shapes, they only tasted three per person, this is because the approximate level of each dumpling is judged by sampling, and the few they have tasted are below or above the level, so after drawing conclusions, they will no longer do it.

This time, however, it was completely different, as everyone at the referee's table, including the three old guys who were more than a few centuries old, impatiently tried every flavor in the nine compartments with chopsticks before silently pushing open the metal lunch box.

"Should I say you're a bully?" Ye Qing finally calmed down and said to this Christie, "Do you dislike me so much? So much so desperate that he didn't want to give me a chance at all. ”

Christie shook her head: "Yes, I do not like Her Royal Highness, but I will not do superfluous things because of this dislike, and my dislike of you is precisely because I will not do anything superfluous because of you, this bowl of clear soup noodles may be intended to be the opposite." ”

"I decided to take it out because I liked you in a sense."

"Aside from some harsh respect, I would like you to taste the pinnacle of my culinary skills that I have been able to achieve so far, because if there are no personal emotions, I like you very much, princess."

Ye Qing bit his lip: "Even if you say so, I won't be happy, and I won't change my opinion of you." ”

Christie smiled, "Yes, even though I should have liked you, I still don't like Her Royal Highness the princess very much." ”

"Is it delicious?" Suddenly, Christie said.

Ye Qing raised his head, looked at the other party's delicate and dignified face, and said without any emotion: "It's delicious, it's so delicious that I have never eaten such a delicious thing in my life, and I believe that I will never try anything more delicious than it in this life." ”

"So I want to ask, how do you bastard noodles come from, although I know that these are nine different ingredients with nine different kinds of stock to make clear soup noodles, and I also know what these nine ingredients are, but I just can't understand, why can they do this?"

Christie didn't smile: "Want to know?" I'd rather the princess still doesn't know better. ”

Ye Qing nodded: "I really want to." ”

Christie reached out and picked up the jade chopsticks that Ye Qing had already placed on the table, and insisted on gently scribbling on the soup noodles, Ye Qing watched as a thin film separated by the soup noodles was easily cut open, and the two different soups converged together, along with the noodles inside.

Originally, the noodles in these nine compartments did not look any different from the soup on the outside, and only those who have tasted them will understand that in fact, they taste very different.

Ye Qing was a little incredible.

As a girl with quite good cooking skills, she clearly knows what the consequences of this kind of skewering will bring, because this is not a pot of chowder, on the contrary, the taste of each ingredient and soup is extremely pure and delicious, Ye Qing can not understand what the consequences of these two flavors will be if they converge based on imagination alone, but according to the most basic common sense, this will only ruin all the tastes.

But Ye Qing chose to believe Christie.

As Ge Sheng once did, this girl has infinite power to make people believe.

Even if you really don't like her, or don't trust her in your heart.

But you can't deny her talent and ability.

Ye Qing picked up the noodles that were mixed together and put them in his mouth calmly as before.

In the next moment, Ye Qing covered his mouth tightly, and an expression of incredulity and horror appeared on his face.

Christie smiled slightly, "That's why I've been able to get them to such an end." ”

When everyone in the referee's seat saw the exchange between Ye Qing and Christie, their faces showed expressions of sudden realization and doubt, but they all followed Christie's action like the finishing touch, reached out and cut any of the films, watched the two noodles meet with the soup, and then began to try this mixed noodle soup.

And under the referee's table, Ye Qing finally slowly recovered from the panic, she didn't ask Christie again, but reached out to cut a membrane again, so that the two new sides were intertwined, and after raising the chopsticks to taste, she cut another one again without saying a word, until she mixed the three different noodles and tasted them again.

At the referee's table, this time the five referees all showed a kind of almost drug-addicted fanaticism, and they all reached out in unison to mix any two noodles, three noodles, four, five, until finally all nine noodles were mixed together, and then they began to taste them.

After tasting the last bite, the six of them let out a sigh in unison, and gently pushed the bowl away from themselves, as if they had entered some kind of sage time.

(End of chapter)