She took a sip and put it in her mouth, phew, a fishy smell, no fish. This is understandable, the ginger and garlic have not been studied yet, and they have not been planted. In the case of no seasoning, the fish is basically steamed. Also, the most serious thing is that the fish scales are not cleanly handled, and they are simply scraped twice and then put in the pot, and the taste is too bad.

These two always have a higher starting point than the average person, at least a certain amount of basic skills, and being a cook in this era is so-so.

Mo Ran stood up without saying a word, went to the freezer in the dining area, and took out a copy of the same ingredients they had just cooked. She remade the two dishes all over again.

Ziling smelled the fragrance wafting out of the pot, and muttered to herself: "As soon as the princess makes a move, she knows if there is one, and when she smells the smell, she knows that the technique is one hundred and eight thousand miles away." My master is just amazing. ”

The two fat men were stunned at the scene, isn't this princess usually high above and her fingers don't touch the spring water? Why did this princess roll up her sleeves and cook? Looking at the board at a glance, it really looks like this, and just smelling the smell knows that this craft is not under the two of them.

After about a cup of tea, Mo Ran took out the two dishes at the same time and placed them next to the previous two dishes.

In contrast, one is a phoenix and the other is a pheasant. The fish over there, one is bright in color and attractive in fragrance, and the other is ordinary and decent.

The two fat men all had constipation-like expressions, and they didn't know where to go.

Mo Ran's dishes are as exquisite as a work of art, and her own is placed next to her like rags, which is quite unpleasant to look at.

"You two pick up your chopsticks and taste what I made." Mo Ran handed them two a pair of chopsticks with an indifferent face.

The two fat men took the chopsticks handed by Mo Ran, and the hands holding the chopsticks trembled slightly.

They thought to themselves, in fact, they don't need to try to know that the princess's dishes must be better than theirs. Is this going to slap them in the face?

The two of them each stretched out their chopsticks and slipped a piece into the dish that Mo Ran was serving.

Ah~ How can it be so delicious, let's talk about the scallion oil first**, the fragrance of the green onion completely penetrates into the chicken, and just smelling it makes people have a great appetite.

This chicken skin is smooth and tender, the chicken is tender and elastic, oily but not greasy, and the ultimate taste is teasing your taste buds all the time. It makes people think about it, and they can't stop at all.

The fat man who made fish over there was already in tears when he sandwiched a piece of fish meat. It's so delicious, it's even better than what the imperial chef in the palace made before his death. An ordinary fish, without any seasoning, can be made into a sweet and sour delicacy. (Actually, it's because Mo Ran put the tomatoes.) ）

I didn't expect that I would have such a good taste after death, and I could taste such deliciousness.

How can your own dishes be compared to the princess's dishes? It's just insulting the princess's cooking. Thinking of this, he raised his hand and wanted to smash his own dish.

Ziling hurriedly grabbed his wrist and stopped him, how could he be so wasteful?

You must know that there are no such precious ingredients in the underworld, only the princess can make so many good things, and there are no other places at all, how can he let him spoil food so much.

Ziling originally wanted to scold him, but was stopped by Mo Ran, but it was just a moment of emotional out-of-control, and it would be fine for a while.

"The princess's cooking skills are superb, and our craftsmanship is clumsy, and it can't be compared at all, so I'm ashamed." The older fat man said ashamedly.

"I'm going to do it all over again, not to humiliate you, but to let you know where you're lacking. You are all chefs with many years of experience, as long as you go back and think about it, practice and improve, I believe you will soon know where the gap is. ”

"Yes, we must think hard and study our cooking. Princess, can we take these two dishes with you? With a hot gaze in their eyes, the two fat men looked at Mo Ran's two dishes reluctantly, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty.

"Of course, let's take it back and study it. By the way, I forgot to tell you that we are going to the front line of the anti-demon war in the future, and we may have to take you with us when the time comes, and then you will become the men of our underworld army. Therefore, you should practice your craft a little better during this time. Mo Ran exerted a little invisible pressure on them.

"Yes, we will live up to the princess's expectations." The two of them were shocked, it turned out that the cook could still enter the anti-demon army, as if there were only two of them in the underworld now. I have a lot of responsibility, so I must go back and practice hard, and when the time comes, I will make a delicious meal and reward the three armies.

The two of them quickly took away Mo Ran's work, because they were afraid that they would stain Mo Ran's eyes if they put it there.

Mo Ran sighed, looked at Ziling with her eyes, and said faintly, "The person you are looking for is really not very skilled." What do you say now?"

As soon as these words came out, Ziling panicked, and almost didn't kneel down for Mo Ran, because she didn't do her job well.

"Okay, okay, look at what scares you. However, since they can't, then you'll have to work harder. When the time comes, they won't be able to get on, so you have to. Mo Ran said to Ziling seriously.

Ziling nodded again and again, and after nodding, her eyes didn't dare to look directly at Mo Ran, and she kept her head down and looked at her fingers. It's like a little daughter-in-law who has done something wrong.

"Princess, where are we going next?" Ziyan wanted to break this embarrassing situation.

Ziling secretly glanced up at Mo Ran. Mo Ran just raised her head to look at it, so she quickly lowered her head nervously.

"We're going to have a big individual qualifying." Mo Ran grinned, her eyes firmly looking into the distance.

"Princess, what is the qualifying match?" Ziyan asked curiously.

"This qualifying competition is to conduct a duel between all the personnel of the underworld, and arrange their rankings according to the results of their duels."

"The princess is wise, so how often does this ranking change?"

"Oh? Why do you ask?"

"Because some people are not convinced if they lose. In order to prove himself, maybe he will find someone to fight against him again. If he had won, his previous name would have been inaccurate. ”

"Your analysis is very reasonable, the ranking of the qualifying round, after a month, the person with the lower ranking can challenge the person with the highest ranking, and the names of the two will be reversed if they win.

In this way, those who fail will work hard to cultivate. Those who have achieved better results should also continue to practice to maintain their rankings.

Our front-line personnel in the anti-demon war will also be determined by the ranking of the qualifying round. Priority is given to the top of the ranking, and peace of mind at the bottom of the ranking is cultivated in the underworld. ”

Ziyan: My princess is smart, and she can think of such a good solution.