Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three: Crystal Hawthorn Cake

The unfortunate thing continued inexorably, the leader of the seventh class became the third "lucky person" to score 0 points, the plate was smashed into the trash can by Yun Zhule, and the crisp sound of shattering and heartbreaking formed a duet, echoing in the empty arena.

Soon it was the turn of Sun Jia, the saddest class leader of the sixth class, who was originally a very proud and conceited person, full of confidence in the game, and even said before the game that he would fight for three, but the total score of 9 points was like a giant hammer to completely crush his conceit.

Li Qiucian couldn't help laughing: "Next, I will ask Sun Jia, the leader of Class 6, to present his works, hoping that he can fight back and get rid of the ...... at the bottom."

Before the word fate was spoken, Sun Jia, who was walking towards the judges' seat, suddenly sighed, and all the audience stood up, Li Qiucian suddenly turned his head, and even Long Mei'er was stunned.

Perhaps because of the nervousness, when he stepped onto the judges' seat, Sun Jia was accidentally moved by the steps, stretched out his hands and fell to the ground with a bang, and the work flew out while hitting the ground head-on, and flew into the trash can in an arc impartially.

This scene really stunned everyone, even the audience at the head of the class was stunned, this fall really fell out of style and spirit. (laughing pee~)

Of course, the sound of the bridge of the nose hitting the ground still sounds very painful, and many people feel that their noses are sore, and Qin Yu is no exception.

"Are the steps very high?" Li Qiucian felt that his jaw was about to drop, looking at the history of the restaurant, this is definitely the first accident, and it is estimated that it will not happen in the future, so there is no one before and no one after him.

"Accurate!" You said how he felt, he could throw the bowl into the trash can while landing on his face, this technique ordinary people really can't learn, it seems that Sun Jia still has strengths.

"Nasty ghost, why don't you let people throw it away? People haven't thrown it yet, huh. Yunzhu pouted and muttered, looking at the bowl that had just broken in the trash can with a look of pity.

Long Mei'er finally came back to her senses from her stunnedness, feeling that she wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh directly, not to take care of Sun Jia's self-esteem, but for fear of destroying her majesty and cold appearance.

Sun Jia trembled and got up, two nosebleeds snaked down, his forehead was also red, he couldn't believe what he heard, hurriedly lay down to the trash can to look for it, saw the remains of his work suddenly froze, and then sat down on the ground.

Everyone in Class 6 collectively covered their faces, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, and Lang walked away directly, it was too embarrassing, he couldn't afford to lose this person, and in addition to the quota for the promotion exam this year, he decided to cross Sun Jia as a punishment.

"Since you threw it away yourself, it's self-admitting garbage, 0 points, get out. Long Mei'er's fingers flicked lightly on her arm, and if she listened carefully, she could hear a forced smile.

Sun Jia sat on the ground stupidly, subconsciously calculated his points 9, 0, 0, a total of 9, after all, it did not rise to ten digits, after the conversion, it must be the lowest score in the history of the restaurant, plus such a wonderful fall just now, he will definitely be recorded in history and reduced to an eternal laughing stock.

"Poof......" heartbreaked, nosebleeds fell, and Sun Jia rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

Sun Jia, the head of the sixth class, died (joke).

After Sun Jia's small accident, the judges quickly returned to normal, and it was the turn of Han Ying, the leader of the fifth class, the squinting-eyed little fat man with the highest points at present.

Would he be able to make a good dessert without the help of the Djinn Hand?

The color is bright red and translucent and attractive, the sweet and sour aroma is mouth-watering, and the crystal hawthorn cake finally lures Long Mei'er to open her mouth with a food gas of up to four inches.

Being able to make a dessert like hawthorn cake into a four-inch good product is really amazing enough for Han Ying's age, and his talent is strong and his cooking skills are almost not inferior to Qin Yu and Liu Can.

The red lips opened lightly, the spirit tongue suddenly appeared, and the pink goblin appeared in Qin Yu's field of vision again, but unfortunately the distance was a little far away and he couldn't look carefully, and the anxious Qin Yu couldn't wait to rush up and pinch Long Mei'er's cheeks, and check what the difference between the nine spirit tongues and ordinary tongues was.

When the hawthorn cake finally arrived at the ideal place of dreams, the sweet and slightly sour, smooth and delicate taste immediately made the taste buds bloom freely, and the saliva could not be contained and accelerated secretion, trying to completely drown out the slightly cool sweet and sour taste.

"Hmm......" Long Mei'er closed her eyes for the first time and showed satisfaction, which was caused by the sweet and sour stimulation, when everyone's heart was inexplicably itchy, both men and women.

Murong Xue turned her head embarrassedly with a slightly red face.

"Sister, ......" Li Qiuchan held her face with one hand, her eyes staring directly at Long Mei'er, her face full of adoration and obsession.

"Suck and slip. Yun Zhu stared at Long Mei'er and sucked saliva, seeing that Long Mei'er was still concentrating on tasting, he quickly reached out and cut a piece and put it in his mouth.

Han Ying turned her head triumphantly and made a grimace at Qin Yu and Liu Can, Qin Yu was nothing, while Liu Can's face was steep, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, Long Mei'er swallowed the hawthorn cake in her mouth, and was just about to taste another piece, but when she saw that the plate was empty, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Yunzhu, and immediately saw a ridiculous scene.

Yun Zhu hurriedly stretched out her tongue to eliminate the traces of a little hawthorn cake residue on the corner of her mouth, and then puffed out her cheeks and covered her mouth and chewed a few times, and swallowed it in her stomach with a grunt, and everyone obviously saw that her throat was bulging.

"Did you steal it?" Long Mei'er raised an eyebrow.

Yun Zhu licked her lips, blinked her eyes, tilted her head innocently and said, "No, I didn't eat anything." ”

"Pretend!" The audience covered their faces, even Qin Yu felt that she had lost to her, please pretend to be professional, okay? Covering his mouth and puffing out his cheeks, there are still traces at the corners of his mouth, who are you fooling? Are you underestimating Long Mei'er's IQ?

Sure enough, a dark cloud began to appear above Long Mei'er's head: "No, what about the hawthorn cake on the plate?"

Yun Zhu's eyes finally began to wander, and she didn't dare to look at Long Mei'er, but she still insisted that she didn't know, she said this: "Sister, you ate it just now, and no one else ate it." ”

The audience covered their faces again, even if they underestimated Long Meier's IQ, they actually played with planting in person, please don't you frame anyone, but don't you plant Long Mei'er Isn't this looking for death?

"Amitabha, ask for more blessings for yourself. Qin Yu clasped his palms together in his heart.

The clouds are really manifested, and you can still vaguely hear the crackling thunder, just forget about stealing food, anyway, it's a common thing, at most knock on the lesson, but you can't forgive if you underestimate her IQ, and you can't forgive her even more if you frame her!

"Yunzhu!" dragged a long tail note, and Long Mei'er's slender hand turned into a devil's claw and fell suddenly, grabbing Yunzhu's head.

Yun Zhu immediately hugged her head and shouted: "Sister, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, I was wrong, woo woo woo......"

(Official complaint: Fall out of style, fall out of spirit, fall out of elegance and peerless~)