In the early morning, the morning sun is rising.

The streets of the food capital are already crowded with people, and the noisy noise echoes throughout the city.

Today is the most important day in its four years, and the food competition has begun to audition.

Chen Cheng had already packed his clothes and finished the round with his crew.

Today, Mira has changed into the pure white chef uniform she received yesterday, which complements her white hair, and stands even more beautiful in the morning sun.

The contest party also thoughtfully made the uniforms of the subracial people with a zipper design on the back of the tail vertebrae, so that they could take out their tails and wings.

They are now going to round with Huang Lang and go to the audition together.

There will be no ranking in the audition, and there will only be two results: pass and lose. The official group stage will take place three days later, during which time you will qualify for the group stage by passing the audition.

When he arrived near the venue, Chen Yan saw Huang Lang standing on the roof and looking back and forth, as if looking for their traces.

"Senior Huang Lang, here." He beckoned above the eaves and shouted.

Huang Lang's eyes lit up, and he reached them in a flash. Her eyes paused on Mira, who was dressed in a chef's suit, and she looked away as if nothing had happened.

"You're finally here, the auditions are about to start, and I got five tickets for the audition audience judges, and we can go in and taste the works of the contestants who have just come out of the pot." He took out five hard cards in the shape of a frying pan from his bosom and unfolded them in the palm of his hand, showing his smugness.

"Senior, amazing." Mira looked at the ticket with her eyes straight into the air, her tail flicking behind her, and her eyes were delighted.

The works of other contestants who can be tasted will undoubtedly give her an advantage and inspiration.

Chen Cheng also had a surprise in his eyes, he likes to taste delicious food very much, although he doesn't value food as much as Huang Lang, but it is one of the few hobbies.

It's just that he didn't expect the Swordsman Association to be so relieved that he could restrain Huang Lang, and actually handled the judges' admission tickets for them. You must know that after entering the venue, you will face countless delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Hold the card, even the briquette standing on Chen Cheng's shoulder has one in his mouth.

Passing through the crowded crowd and crossing the long queue of ticket gates, the group came to the judges' passage, quickly completed the ticket check-in, walked through the wide and bright corridor, and arrived at the special room.

Mira and they parted halfway through and went to the players' room alone to prepare.

"Senior Huang Lang, do you have anything to say?" Chen Cheng sat on the sofa and noticed with his eyes that after Mila left, Huang Lang opened his mouth several times to say something, but he never spoke.

Combined with the fact that when he first saw Mira, his eyes paused for a moment, and I am afraid that there is something wrong with this.

"Your partner, is she a good cook?" He still hesitated to speak, which was a little tangled in his face.

"It's good, it's better than the fried bun we ate together yesterday." Chen Cheng turned his head to look at him, his eyes revealing doubts, not understanding what this had to do with his cooking skills.

Is it he who wants to eat Mira's cooking? Why are you still struggling.

"In this competition, it is almost difficult for her to qualify, there will be no problems in the audition and group stage, but after that, it will be difficult."

Chen Yan's eyes were sharp, although Huang Lang was not in tune, but after all, he was also the president of the Swordsman Association, so there was no reason to joke with Mila.

The atmosphere was a little dreary for a while.

"Senior, what is the reason? If it's just a matter of cooking skills, Sister Mira's ability is at least the top three. Betty immediately began to become anxious when she heard that Mila would lose after the group stage, and she had been eating and living together with Mila for the past few days, and she already had a relationship.

I also know that Mira's love for the way of cooking is probably not inferior to the captain's thirst for kendo.

If such a chef would fall after the group stage, Betty would be the first to believe it.

If it weren't for the elimination of her culinary skills, what would have happened to her? Betty didn't dare to think about it.

"Identity, she is subhuman. Gastronomy associations where would allow a sub-person to get their honor. Huang Lang's voice was low, and he slowly spoke, giving an answer.

"Actually, it's not just the Food Association, do you think you've seen other races in the East China Sea that appear in magazines?"

This rhetorical question, the Ya Que in the box was silent.

Yes, this is a world dominated by the human race, even if it is as strong as the Spirit Race, it needs to reach a trade with the Alliance, so as to reduce the occurrence of hunting Spirit Race within the Alliance.

In the past, the gods and spirits have also begun to serve the human race, the celestial clan provides information and transmission, and the sea clan provides ore and forging masters, so they are living quite well.

What about the sub-human race? It has never offered anything of value, and its interior is divided into multiple races, which is extremely divided.

Therefore, they are also the lowest in status and will be despised by other races.

Even though the Coalition has banned the subhuman slave trade in recent years, theft still occurs from time to time.

In the dark place, there are still a large number of subhuman slaves.

"Is there anything you can do about it?" Chen Yan thought of Mira's shattered hope, and clenched his fists.

Since Huang Lang has already raised this question, then he should use the solution, otherwise what would he do if he proposed it? Let's prepare ourselves for failure?

"Identity, since it arises because of identity, then change her identity. Aren't you hunters? Turn her into a hunter too. Backed by the Union Gastronomy Association, she will naturally give in, although her hopes of winning the title are still slim. Huang Lang's eyes were fixed on the arena, and the players who had begun to enter the arena one after another. The big white tail is very conspicuous in the crowd of chefs.

Chen Cheng also turned her eyes to the playing field, and the two huge wolf ears on top of Mira's head stood up, and her tail shook slightly, and it could be seen that she was very excited.

Standing in the most important venue of the audition, Arena I, the smile on Mira's face can hardly be stopped, this will be the place where her dream will come true, where she will shine like the sun.

Go forward and get the crown that symbolizes the championship.

With a shrill whistle, the Audition Contest No. 1 officially began, the stove was lit, and the table in front of them was the theme of the day and the spare ingredients.

The note was gently unfolded by her, and the theme of today's work came to mind, 'Sugar'.

Sugar, Mira's mind is surging rapidly, this dish is fast, the judges' appetite is limited, and they will get tired of eating too much sugar, only by completing the work quickly, can they take the lead.

The eyes scan back and forth over the ingredients, and finally stop on the crispy fruit, which is sweet and crunchy, and as a fruit, it is not as sweet as the sugar used in cooking, which can provide different levels of taste and relieve greasyness.

That's you!

Rice stretched his hand and began to process the fruit.

The kitchen knife turned, the crisp fruit had been cut into bite-sized cubes, patted with a little starch, and the oil was boiled, and she took advantage of this gap to look up and see that the other chefs were not slowing down, and it was clear that they all understood what the subject entailed.

"Ding~" A bell rings, which means that a chef has finished his work.