Lao Qin thought further, not only thinking about going to watch the competition, but even began to use his brain to figure out what he should do in order to become a judge for tasting food.

Of course, he wasn't interested in what the chef of Yuehailou had made, and he just wanted to taste the entries cooked by Feng Jiao, a little girl.

After sending off the guests who came to the wine shop, Feng Jiao prepared lunch for everyone as usual, and she didn't see the slightest nervousness.

"Miss Feng Jiao, are you really going to compete with that chef who reads the sea building?" Qian Mo asked with some curiosity.

Feng Jiao raised her lips and smiled: "It's not easy to get such an opportunity to promote our wine shop for free, how can you not go?" ”

Qian Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

Miss Fengjiao's confidence is as high as ever!

Ling Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

He had already seen that the shrewd little chef like a fox had made up his mind to use this competition to help the wine become famous.

"Miss Feng Jiao, what kind of delicacies are you going to cook during the competition?"

"Fat intestine noodles. Yesterday I spent a lot of time washing fat sausages with Xing'er. Now those fat sausages are almost processed, just enough to be used for the afternoon game. ”

Qian Mo couldn't help but grow his mouth.

What?!

He heard him right, right?

The boss Dou of the people, at a glance, knew that the person who came was not good, and he would inevitably take out the abalone ginseng wings and belly, and even the ingredients of heaven and earth. But their boss is actually going to make a bowl of fat intestine noodles?!

Should he say that the boss is too big-hearted, or is he too confident?

Feng Jiao had already inquired about the situation with several guests who came to the wine shop before.

Although Yuehailou is an old store that has been open for more than ten years, it is not the most popular and best-selling wine shop in Ling'an City, but it is only slightly famous in the surrounding area.

In Feng Jiao's opinion, to deal with such a game, she only needs to make fat intestine noodles, which is enough.

The corners of Qian Mo's mouth twitched wildly at Feng Jiao, although she complained no less than 800 sentences in her heart, but for the sake of her making food for everyone every day, she patiently knew the benefits and harms to her.

"The owner of Yuehailou is here to kick the museum. They will be fully prepared to deal with it, and use the most valuable ingredients in their liquor store for the competition. You only make a bowl of fat intestine noodles, will this be ......"

Feng Jiao looked at Qian Mo and smiled slightly, and said lightly: "It's okay, it's okay." Think about it, when did I ever disappoint you with my cooking? ”

Unexpectedly, her kindness was ignored by her, Qian Mo was so angry that he snorted coldly at the corner of his mouth, sat on the side with a rice bowl, and began to frantically pick up rice in his mouth, ignoring Fengjiao no longer.

Ling Yuan raised the corners of his lips as he ate the vegetables.

When has the food she cooked disappointed.

It's not the first time the little chef has said this.

Every time she says this, she comes up with dishes that taste amazing enough to prove her talent and prowess in cooking.

In her own words, she really never disappoints diners waiting to taste a delicious meal, not once!

Qian Mo, Yun Shen and Ling Shan are not optimistic about this game.

Yun Shen even felt that Feng Jiao was a little too impulsive. Isn't it fragrant to cook in a liquor store?!

Why do you have to take the provocation of that Boss Dou.