When Xiao saw this scene in front of him, he couldn't help but admire Song Qingyi a little, just one sentence made these people change their attitude.

Finally, after waiting in line for a long time, Song Qingyi finally signed up.

Later, he and Xiao played and watched on the street, and when night fell, the two found an inn to rest and eat.

Song Qingyi was thinking about the competition tomorrow, and she was also very curious about what the mysterious prize would be.

In order to nourish his spirit to cope with tomorrow's game, Song Qingyi rested early.

On the second day, the streets were bustling with activity, and many people were there to get a seat in the cooking competition.

It is said that this competition is all tasted by the people present, and the people will choose a champion when the time comes. There is such a good news of eating for nothing, which naturally attracts a lot of people to come.

Song Qingyi, accompanied by Xiao, arrived at the scene early, and many people looked at it with emotion in their hearts.

"Alright. The people have almost arrived, and now the cooking competition is the beginning, and I would like to invite all the contestants. I saw a man standing on a high platform announcing the game, while maintaining order and explaining the rules of the game.

"You really don't need me along?" When Song Qingyi was about to take the stage, Xiao asked a little uneasily.

This is the first time Xiao has asked himself so nervously, and Song Qingyi couldn't help but smile on his face: "It's not like I'm going to die, don't worry." ”

She has confidence in her cooking skills.

Seeing that Song Qingyi said this, Xiao didn't say anything.

All the contestants have successively gone to the high platform, and there are many simple pots and pans placed on the high platform, which are obviously improvised. Seeing that he was left without going up, Song Qingyi and Xiao hurriedly went up after saying a few words casually.

As far as the eye can see, the entire competition field is full of people, there are old people, there are strong men, and there are very few women, and Song Qingyi is the youngest among them.

When the people present looked at it, they were not optimistic about Song Qingyi, and they had no hope for Song Qingyi at all.

Among the people present, only Xiao never left Song Qingyi's eyes from beginning to end.

The people around were basically children with help, and Song Qingyi was the only one who was alone, and some of them were alone.

Xiao wanted to go up to help, but thinking of Song Qingyi's previous words, Xiao still stopped and watched closely. The only thing that can be done now is to silently watch Song Qingyi from the audience.

"Life is like a dish, now please invite the chefs present to cook around the word life, no limit on the number of dishes, no limit on dishes, and a time limit of two hours." At the man's order, all the cooks began to get busy, and they all came up with their own special skills.

There are many people who ask the little guys around them to help them, and the scene is in full swing. There are also people who are nervous, which leads to being in a hurry and constantly making mistakes.

On the contrary, Song Qingyi, who was on the field, did all this without hurry, and even did it himself.

Song Qingyi still had a faint smile on her face, and she was not in a hurry at all.

Although it is cooking, there is also a lot of knowledge in it. It's not important to be delicious, it's important to put your heart into account.

Xiao was very nervous in the audience, because others had already prepared several dishes, and Song Qingyi had just started to light the fire, and his leisurely appearance seemed to be not a competition, but a home-cooked meal.

"Who do you think will win?" The people below looked at the situation above and couldn't help but start talking.

"I think Chef Wang's cooking skills are good, you must know that he spent everyone's money to invite him to the red restaurant, of course there is nothing to say about this cooking skill." There are constantly people who say that they think they are the biggest winners.

Someone even directly set up a gambling game: "Come on, come on, those who have money will hold a money field, and those who have no money will hold a personal field, and bet on those who you think may win in the end!" ”520

For such a gamble, Xiao is simply dismissive.

It's just that suddenly an abrupt voice sounded, which made Xiao frown.

"I was just wrong, can I do it again! I'm not betting on Song Qingyi, I'm betting on Chef Wang. I saw a man say with a panicked expression.

It was supposed to be pressed on Chef Wang, but he didn't think that he didn't see it clearly, and it was directly pressed on Song Qingyi, which made the man panic and ask for a heavier order.

"Since you can't go back, you can go down, you can go down to someone else." The person sitting in the village hurriedly stopped it.

The man couldn't help but regret it, so he had to go back to Chef Wang.

Xiao frowned and walked in, only to see that the odds above had their own merits, and the odds of Chef Wang and Song Qingyi were even more heaven and earth.

At this time, Chef Wang's winning rate is one to one, while Song Qingyi is one to ten. On Song Qingyi, except for the wrong man just now, there was no one left.

Xiao didn't think about it, and directly pressed all the remaining silver in his hand: "This is fifty taels." ”

When he saw that Xiao was actually betting on Song Qingyi, someone next to him couldn't help but say: "Brother, are you betting wrong, you are pressing Song Qingyi!" ”

"No, it's her." Xiao's attitude was very firm.

Although he didn't know what Song Qingyi's cooking skills were, he believed in his heart that Song Qingyi could do it.

When he heard that Xiao was really going to suppress Song Qingyi, all the people around him smiled, and the people sitting in the village were even happier in their hearts.

Approaching fifty taels is a lot of money, and the people who sit in the bank only think that they have earned it this time.

The game on the stage was still going on, and soon someone stepped forward and lit a stick of incense, and when the incense was burned, the game was over.

All the people were looking forward to it, and a pair of eyes kept staring at the cook on the table and the remaining stick of incense.

"It's time!"

I saw that a stick of incense had all burned out, and the host shouted loudly directly, and some people who didn't finish it shook their heads and sighed.

On the other hand, Song Qingyi, who had not been in a hurry, stood aside calmly, waiting for the final result.

"Now I'm going to have everyone give each dish to the people present, and I won't say who made it, you just need to put the corresponding number plate into the box according to the number written on the plate."

Soon, a servant stepped forward and put the dishes in front of each of the cooks present on a plate for the people to taste.

Song Qingyi replaced life according to the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and made sauerkraut fish, milk tea, special bitter gourd and hot pot with blanched dishes in advance.

Soon, after the people tasted these dishes, they threw the number plates in their hands into the boxes of the small servants on the side.

When all the people have finished casting their number plates, someone will come forward to announce the number of votes.

"Now let me talk about the final winner - Song Qingyi!"

Seeing the final votes, the man shouted directly.

The people present were all stunned, unable to believe that all this was true, but Song Qingyi seemed to be very calm as expected.