Zhou Yuanzhou felt that he was probably stunned.

Otherwise, how could you cry about this bowl of white chicken soup, and you can't hold back it?

With tears in his eyes, he dug a spoonful of five-color rice and put it in his mouth, and took another sip of the soup.

What to do......

I want to cry even more......

It's so delicious! This bowl of chicken soup looks rich, but it is actually sweet in the mouth, which reminds him of when he was a child. Don't look at him as a business tycoon now, but there are also times when he is poor, he lost his mother when he was young, and his father was too busy with his career to take care of him, leaving him alone in the remote countryside. The only things that accompanied him were his deaf and dumb grandmother and an elderly yellow dog.

Although grandma couldn't speak, even if he was naughty, she wouldn't blame him, but always boiled a pot of chicken soup, simmered on low heat, and when he came back, the chicken soup was far less delicious than the one in the black glazed bowl.

But he just felt that the taste of the two was surprisingly similar, and both had a ...... I can't get rid of lingering emotions......

The camera once again captured Zhou Yuanzhou's embarrassment, and showed his tearful appearance in front of everyone, so clear that everyone could see a grain of eye feces left in the corner of his eye.

What kind of taste is it that people can't tell and can cry? Li Xiang secretly speculated, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at the little boss.

Yu Jian was intently stirring the milky chicken soup, and to be honest, the taste of this immortal belly made even her want to taste it.

……

All living beings are mortals, and mortals have their own seven emotions and six desires.

This bowl of immortal belly is said to be the way of immortals, but it is called by all living beings.

Some are silent, some are laughing, some are crying, some are singing...... But without exception, they all think that this soup is very wonderful, and when they ask again, they just say the word "fresh", no matter how much, they can't say it.

Looking at the expressions of the audience and the judges, Tang Yuan sighed helplessly, he was probably going to lose again, or in the hands of the same person, he lost twice.

Even if the other party was Yu Jian, he began to feel a little resentful.

"Little girl, can you bring me a bowl of chicken soup?" Tang Yuan asked across the aisle.

Yu Jian only had the last bowl of immortal belly left in his hand, and he originally wanted to keep it for himself to taste, but Tang Yuan's expression was clearly saying: Do you dare not give it?

She could only silently put down the spoon, made a gesture of please, and pouted, "You can also give me a taste of the food you cooked!" Etiquette is still exchanged, she has already smelled the fragrance of mango, and she is too hungry, besides, the mango yogurt curry chicken is golden in color, and thick yogurt is poured on it, Yu Jian is a little impatient, wanting to try this fresh taste.

Smooth on the palate, the chicken is surrounded by curry and yogurt, and the soft sticky mango cubes add a different flavor to the dish.

"Ninety-nine points!" Yu Jian's eyes lit up when she ate, she was impressed by this novel taste, and said to Tang Yuan, "I am afraid that you are proud of what is left!"

This girl is grinning and teasing him!

"I'm not proud at all." After all, she may not be able to compare to her, where is the capital of pride?

Thinking about it like this, Tang Yuan felt that something was wrong again. Ever since this Yu restaurant opened next to Lan Tingxuan, he has never found the feeling of dominance that he once had, and he has to be pulled out and abused by the people of the old Yu family from time to time.

It's simply ......

Proper shit!

……

Just when everyone thought that there was no suspense in this game, it should be Yu Jian who won, and the result came out: the two sides were tied.

Even the host couldn't believe it, and followed the choreographer to check for a long time before announcing: "The second game of the Chinese and Western cooking competition ended in a draw. Now, look at the number of votes on the big screen."

Among the five judges in the venue, Yu Jian was recognized by three, and the other two voted for Tang Yuan, including Wang Song, who didn't drink a mouthful of immortals.

Thirty of the forty audience judges voted for Yu Jian, but they were defeated, and in the voting outside the venue, Tang Yuan took the lead, and the number of votes was far ahead.

Even he himself was full of surprise at this result, it couldn't be that someone bought the cheat, right?

Of course......

There you have it!

Wang Song sat on the judges' bench and was very satisfied with the results. It all started when he accepted the invitation of the program team.

He was approached with a heavy gift, so that he would not let anyone win. He dominates the field and delivers information in a timely manner. When Yu Jian started to be an immortal, he secretly said that it was not good, and he had already sent a message to that person by going to the bathroom.

Outside the court, that person will use all his power to change the outcome of the vote.

He hugged his chest and watched with interest at the stunned expressions of the crowd. This feeling of toying with people in the palm of your hand...... It's really good!

"You won." Tang Yuan whispered in the throttle of throttle. Although he didn't want to admit it, Yu Jian's immortal belly was indeed very clever, evoking a warm moment that he had been dusty for a long time and didn't want to think about it again.

The little girl was tinkering with her mobile phone, and she didn't raise her head when she heard this, and said perfunctorily, "It's not a tie."

"No, you won."

Yu Jian put away her phone and turned her head to meet his gaze. In this gaze, there was no jealousy, no envy, no emotion, just a glance at her.

The corners of her lips curled into a line and asked, "Is it really that important to win or lose?" After two competitions, she has long since calmed down. In the long history, what food can bring to everyone is never utilitarian, it is above everything else...... Warm?

Yes, whether it is tears or laughter, these are the deepest desires of the heart, for happiness.

She hopes that what she makes, for everyone, is happiness.

Sure enough, it's still a child.

Tang Yuan patted the top of her head with his free hand and laughed, "Winning or losing, sometimes it's important, sometimes it's not important. But I don't suffer if I lose to you. After all...... When I go back, you still call me a good brother......

In an instant, his face thickened again. Yu Jianguo now treats him as half a son, and Yu Jianping sighs in front of him from time to time, turning a corner and asking him if he is interested in abandoning the dark and turning to the light and turning to learn Chinese food, he must have taught him all his life's learning.

"What good brother? You're afraid your head is convulsive again, right?" Yu Jian looked at him like a neuropath, what nonsense was this person talking again.

Nonsense?

You'll know if I'm talking nonsense when you get back......

Tang Yuan gave her a meaningful smile.

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