If Zhao Qishan can't recover his memory for the rest of his life, then no one can snatch it away, including that Murong Yinyin.

"Cher's ......"

Zhao Qishan tried hard to restrain himself, and when Xue'er was older, he must eat Xue'er and wipe it clean!

The two hugged each other and slept together all night.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhao Qishan's arms were a little numb.

"Hiss~~" Zhao Qishan shook his arm.

"What's wrong?"

"...... numb"

Han Yingxue smiled awkwardly and reached out to help Zhao Qishan rub it.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm!" Zhao Qishan nodded.

Xue'er's little hands helped him pinch up, which was unusually comfortable.

The competition entered the second round.

Twenty-four people participated in the competition, and eight people advanced. After qualifying, it will be the final finals.

In the second round of the competition, the dishes of the competition were directly limited.

Braised pork!

Every chef makes a dish of braised pork.

Han Yingxue guessed that the topic of this competition was definitely set by Murong Qing. With Murong Qing's strange temperament, he must have let people do whatever he wanted to eat.

In the audience, Bai Wuyan asked curiously, "Ah Qing, why do you let them only cook one dish?" It's all braised pork later, aren't you afraid you'll vomit? ”

"You don't know this, it's because you cook the same dish that you know who is better."

In yesterday's competition, Qin Feng said that he wanted to eat chicken, so the competition was to let the chef make all kinds of chicken. Now Murong Qing said that he wanted to eat braised pork, so in today's game, the chef made braised pork.

I'm not afraid to eat until I get sick to him! Bai Wuyan secretly complained in his heart.

"Tomorrow's competition, the topic is up to me!" Bai Wuyan said.

They can't eat whatever they eat. In the third round of the competition, you have to let those cooks choose what they do, they will definitely do what they do best, and the dishes that come out of this will definitely be the best.

The competition was in full swing, and several people on the judges' table waited slowly, chatting a few words from time to time.

"Ah Qing, I heard that yesterday's dish was made by a little girl?" Qin Feng asked.

Murong Qing knew that the dish in Qin Feng's mouth was called flower chicken, and the little girl in his mouth was Han Yingxue.

When eating that dish yesterday, Murong Qing guessed that the dish was made by Han Yingxue, and only Miss Xue'er could make a dish that they had never seen before.

"yes!"

"This little girl, that's amazing!" Qin Feng sighed.

Not only is it beautiful, but the craftsmanship is also so good.

When he saw Han Yingxue that day, he never thought that she was really the cook who came to participate in the competition.

It was the first time he had seen such a young restaurant chef, and it was the first time he had seen such a good craft and such a young chef.

Qin Feng was now full of interest in Han Yingxue.

"Xiao Feng, what do you want? Thinking so distractedly? Murong Qing had just spoken to Qin Feng, and he didn't seem to hear it.

"No, nothing!" Qin Feng smiled.

"Xiao Feng, after you go back to Kyoto now, people are a lot more stupid!" Murong Qing sighed.

The smile on the corner of Qin Feng's mouth was a little unnatural.

Does he have it?

"Xiao Feng, don't listen to Ah Qing, I still think he's a lot stupid!" Bai Wuyan said.

“……”

When the three of them complained to each other, Han Yingxue calmly cooked this dish.

She doesn't know how many times she has made braised pork, and the competition doesn't have a difficult question.

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