After Cai Youyou and Mo Xun won two games in succession, a judge suddenly stood up and announced that he had lost, which made Zhu Qing suddenly experience a kind of loss and unwillingness that he had never felt before.

He suddenly realized that he didn't really care about winning or losing.

He wants to win!

He wants to use the dishes his grandfather taught him to win with his teammates!

Unwilling, really unwilling!

Zhu Qing thought to himself, if he could be more serious when cooking that bamboo stew chicken, what if ...... If he had put more thought into learning to cook with his grandfather, I'm afraid the result of today's competition would have been completely different.

Zhu Qing clenched his fists, only to feel that his nose was sour.

He lowered his head, and said to Cai Youyou in a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, I, I lost, I didn't do well enough......"

Before Cai Youyou could answer, he heard Mo Xun say: "As the saying goes, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers. It's just a small game, just do your best, and don't care about the outcome. ”

Listening to Mo Xun's comfort, Zhu Qing's heart was even more unpleasant.

He knew that Mo Xun had good intentions when he said that.

But the problem is, he felt that he really wasn't doing his best.

He could have done better.

Mo Xun looked at Zhu Qing, and a hint of relief as a captain flashed in his eyes.

This was the first time he had seen Zhu Qing care so much about the honor of the entire team.

He believes that after this failure, Zhu Qing will do better in the future, and he will go further and better on the road of chef.

Mo Xun patted Zhuqing's shoulder to comfort him, but he didn't say anything more.

After Zhu Qing and Mei Mei presented their chicken dishes, everyone fell into a long wait.

Minutes and seconds ticked by, and soon, three or four hours had passed since the start of the game.

At this time, there was finally movement on the side of the plum blossom four.

His gold medal braised pork was finally made.

The moment the plum blossom four lifted the lid of the pot, a pungent aroma immediately filled the entire ring.

Meihuasi proudly glanced at Wang Fatzi, who was still stewing meat, brought the dishes he had carefully cooked to the judges' seat, and said to the judges present: "Please taste my gold medal braised pork." I'm not bragging, this braised pork can definitely conquer your taste buds. After tasting my gold medal braised pork, you will find that the other braised pork is a floating cloud! ”

Before Mei Si's words fell, he heard a clear laughter around him.

The one who laughed was none other than Wang Fatzi, who was still busy in the ring!

"Tut, as the saying goes, you can't speak too much, otherwise it's easy to flash your tongue." Wang Fatzi said.

Mei Si almost got angry when he heard this: "What do you mean by that?" Can you make braised pork that can compare to my gold medal braised pork?! ”

"Heh, it's nothing to compare, at least three streets away from you!" Wang Fatzi said with a smile.

Speaking of this, he ignored the plum blossom four who glared at him viciously, and instead said to the judges on the judges' bench: "Please don't rush to score after tasting the gold medal braised pork in front of you." ”