After a while, Mo Yang Yang made a decision, she asked for tofu and some other side dishes......

Mo Yang Yang said to Xiao Chu: "Today, let's make Pingqiao tofu soup." ”

Xiao Chu nodded.

The dish Mo Yang Yang chose today cannot be a dish, it should be said to be a soup and a Huaiyang dish......

She pondered that most of today's contestants should be meat, and if she chooses again, it will be nothing new.

It's better to be clever, this Pingqiao tofu soup is more suitable for relieving greasy after the judges have tasted a lot of meat dishes.

Pingqiao tofu soup is simple to say, but it is actually simple, but it is difficult to say, but it is not easy to do.

Mo Yang Yang has made some improvements to this dish......

There is still plenty of time, so Mo Yang Yang is not slow.

Moreover, his dish is different from the last time, and it is not suitable to be served early.

Mo Yang Yang did it in an orderly manner, as if he was cooking at home, not panicking or sad......

All kinds of fragrances next door are wafting one after another, and through these smells, Mo Yang Yang can roughly know the materials they choose.

Mo Yang Yang was a little curious in his heart, wondering, what did Fu Congsu next door do this time?

However, this curiosity was quickly put behind by Mo Yangyang, after all, at this time, it is useless to think about others, only to focus on your own dishes.

However, when cooking, Mo Yangyang found that there were photographers carrying cameras from time to time to shoot her.

Mo Yangyang wondered in his heart, why did he get so many photographers this time.

It seemed that they were all very professional, and there were still referees of the game, walking in front of her, or stopping to watch.

The closest screen to Xie Xize in the rest area was re-switched to watching Mo Yang Yang.

The crowd that had dispersed was gathered again.

Again, the discussion began.

"This young lady's technique looks very powerful, and I feel that I can advance."

"yes, it doesn't look like a guy who only eats with his face."

"It's not necessarily, we don't have to wait for the results of the game to come out."

"Let's make a bet, just bet on whether this No. 67 young lady can advance."

"Okay, ......",

Xie Fengmian listened to them gambling there, and thought to himself, husband, but you are still sitting here, won't you be more restrained?

He secretly glanced at Xie Xize, at this time he looked calm, and his eyes looked at Mo Yang intently, as if he couldn't hear what the person behind him was saying.

But the more Xie Xize is like this, the more Xie Fengmian is confused in his heart.

Xie Fengmian stretched out his hand to drag his father, wanting him to say something.

As a result, what about people?

Xie Fengmian found that Xie Beizhao disappeared for some reason.

Xie Fengmian turned around to find someone, but the result was ...... found that Xie Beizhao was crowded in the middle of that group of people, and he actually ...... in betting.

Xie Fengmian ...... (????????)

Is this still the dad he knows?

However, what made Xie Fengmian even more uncomfortable was that his father didn't call him when he went to bet, which was too inauthentic.

This kind of 100% sure win, how can you not call him?

So, Xie Fengmian got up quietly and walked over, "I can advance to the ...... by pressing No. 67."

With that, he threw out his car keys. "That's what I'm pressing today. ”

The car he drove over today was a Daben worth two or three million.

This is a relatively ordinary car in Xie Fengmian's car.

……