For the first time, the natives felt that it was really difficult to be a food critic.

First of all, when you see the food, you should prevent brain fever from eating and ignoring the way to taste it, and then, in the process of eating, you can't choose your favorite as you like, and you must always uphold the heart of fairness and impartiality. In the end, you still have to work after eating, and what kind of glass of wine after a meal, and living to ninety-nine leisurely has nothing to do with the critic.

Since food critics have to work after dinner, let's start testing whether food critics are qualified or not.

"Ho ho clip, ho ho clip. ”

"Ho hoo clip. ”

"Ho ho ...... Clip, Ho ...... Huh?"

"Ho ho clip, ho ho clip. ”

......

The natives expressed their opinions fiercely, Chu Xiangjun and Xiahou Qin tacitly chose to look at the daughter of the indigenous tribal chief, but whenever she looked at the other people, she was happy and satisfied, the natives must be helping Xiahou Qin speak, and when she gritted her teeth and looked at the person, that person must be admiring Chu Xiangjun's delicious food.

Shangguan Mou looked at this native, looking at that native, it was rare for everyone to have a disagreement for the first time, and Shangguan Mou had a complicated heart.

I never thought that food would have such a great charm, and it actually allowed the natives who were united and simple-minded to have their own ideas and persistence.

Shangguan Mou looked at Chu Xiangjun and Xiahou Qin, the two of them were young, but they could make such delicious dishes, it was really not simple.

Moreover, now the natives are discussing their life-and-death matters, but why are the two of them calm like a bystander, how old are they, and this old age should not appear on them.

"Ho Ho Ho Clip!"

The tribal chief yelled, and all the natives stopped talking.

Chu Xiangjun estimated the meaning of what he just said: "Everyone be quiet." "It's vulgar, maybe it's "Shut up Lao Tzu." ”

The tribal chief glanced at Chu Xiangjun and Xiahou Qin, although it was only a faint glance, but Chu Xiangjun had a bad premonition in his heart.

The aborigines were arguing so fiercely just now, which showed that they were on par with Xiahouqin's cuisine, although they had taken advantage of a loophole and were suspected of taking the opportunity to mislead these natives - how to choose desserts and dishes is not comparable at all, it is simply a child's play.

However, in order to save his life, Chu Xiangjun naturally has to use a killer move, even if it is a loophole, whoever makes the conditions here is the only one who is not in harmony.

"Ho ho clip, ho ho clip!"

The indigenous tribal chief said to Shangguan Mou, who was shocked and asked, "Ho Ho Ho Clip, Ho Ho Clip?"

The tribal chief nodded affirmatively, and glanced at his daughter with a sneaky glance.

Shangguan Mou is not stupid, he naturally knows how he calculates.

His wife went out of the wall in front of him, where did he put his male dignity aside?

Therefore, Shangguan conspired to argue, Chu Xiangjun estimated that the tribal chief had judged that Xiahou Qin had won, and Xiahou Qin quietly said to Chu Xiangjun in English: "un (I cover, you run.) ）.”

Chu Xiangjun blinked his eyes blankly, and told Xia Houqin silently with a confused expression: "I don't understand, I can't speak Chinese!"

Xiahou Qin didn't notice the blankness in Chu Xiangjun's eyes, because of such a simple English, even elementary school students can, how could Chu Xiangjun not know it, so Xiahou Qin was going to prepare for action.

Xiahou Qin's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the tribal chief as if he were locking up his prey, but just as he was about to make a move, Chu Xiangjun grabbed him.

"Wait!"