"The new contestant is ready, what kind of food can she bring, and after the seven people pass, there is still a girl who has the courage to come to the challenge, let's look forward to it!" Tamara lost no time in mobilizing the atmosphere.

All the spectators had the feeling that the battlefield had been swept away by the enemy's ferocious cavalry, that the elite of our army had all been killed, and that the recruits were shivering behind the trenches.

And at this moment, a brave recruit stepped forward and launched a charge towards the enemy army, who looked at him as if he were dead.

Although no one had any hope for Wheat, they still applauded her courage.

"That's what it feels, that's what it feels. Soon she will taste the pain of defeat, struggle, and let out the most sorrowful scream......" Someone in the audience suddenly sighed, but he was covered in the middle of his words.

"Heads, you give me death! Look at the way the people around you look at you. ”

These two men were naturally the butler and his assistant who had come to watch the game.

The middle-aged steward looked around, and everyone looked like they wanted to kill themselves.

He shrank his head and smiled wryly.

"Watch the game, watch the game. ”

"Hmph!" the crowd turned around and continued to look at the wheat on the field.

At this time, the wheat was very nervous.

"Don't look at me, don't look at me!" Mai kept silently thinking in her heart, but she felt that all the audience's eyes were still focused on her, the heavy gaze made it difficult for her to move an inch, she involuntarily clamped her legs, under the pressure of such a tense atmosphere, she suddenly had a strong urge to urinate.

"Woo, if I go on like this, I'm going to leak urine, and if I leak urine in front of so many people, I might as well die!

"Wheat looks nervous. Allen in the audience looked at Wheat, his brows furrowed, he knew that Wheat, who had never experienced such a situation, and under the gaze of thousands of people, Wheat's nervousness.

"Wheat, come on!" shouted the other guards who had come with him in unison.

"Oops, wheat will be more nervous in this case!" Allen looked at the stage worriedly, and sure enough, when he was shouted like this, wheat suddenly stopped.

She thought that someone was calling her name, but no matter how she looked for it, she could only see the gaze coming from it, and the voice that could not find the source was like the call of the devil. Everyone's eyes weave a web that can't be escaped, and Wheat feels like a small ladybug that has been captured, struggling in the web. And the noisy sound is more like an invisible wall that locks the wheat in this huge prison.

"Oh no, I'm going to pee. "When people are nervous, the more they want to relax, the more difficult it is, and now Wheat's urge to urinate not only has not decreased, but is getting stronger and stronger, and she feels that she may pee out at any time.

Finally, Wheat turned her worst eyes for help to Erica's kitchen.

As if hearing her cry for help, Erica just came out of the kitchen. But in reality, it was just because Erica was almost finished, so she came out.

Looking at the wheat, who was looking at her like a distress caller, Erica opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but she didn't make a sound.

Even if Erica had made a sound, it would have been impossible for Wheat to hear anything in such a noisy environment.

But Wheat saw Erica's lips move slightly.

She read softly.

"I, in, final, waiting for you. ”

In an instant, a never-before-felt sense of trust filled Wheat's body, making Wheat's body feel comfortable.

The nervous sensation was instantly driven out of the body.

"Wind grass and wheat, please bring your food with you!"

"Yes!" Wheat agreed, walked over to the table, put down the plate, and opened the lid.

The fragrance spreads out.

The first to speak was Stealing Connor, who squinted his eyes and shook his head, saying, "No, this roast chicken looks pretty good, but it's far worse than the one just now." If it hadn't been placed on the back of that, this roast chicken would have been swallowed. But I've just eaten that kind of deliciousness, and now it's a big difference to change to such a work. ”

This is also the reason why the contestants dare not go up, just after experiencing two consecutive delicacies, especially the shock of the roast chicken of Fire Fist, the examiner will eat other people's dishes, which will form a huge psychological gap.

"Not really!" Stealing Connor was about to wave away the roast chicken.

Wheat was also extremely disappointed in his heart, and he didn't expect his efforts to be in vain.

Suddenly, a hand pressed in front of Connor.

"I do think Mr. Connor has lost his eyes!"

It was Viscount Miguel who spoke.

"Oh, does Viscount Miguel have a different opinion?" asked Stealing Connor, raising his eyebrows, seemingly curious.

"It's true that this roast chicken looks just average, but what I hear seems to be different. ”

"Hear that?" Stealing Connor narrowed his eyes and looked fixedly at Viscount Miguel.

Viscount Miguel clenched the knife and inhaled in a deep voice, the knife slashing over the roast chicken.

Suddenly, a smell of aroma emanated from the belly of the roast chicken.

Viscount Miguel raised his knife and fork and pushed the chicken away. Let the cut be revealed.

"It's ...... Porridge!"

"Wheat porridge!"

Several examiners were among the roast chickens and saw porridge made of wheat.

Stealing Connor turned his head to look at Viscount Miguel, he already understood, just now, when Wheat came up with the roast chicken, Viscount Miguel heard the sound of porridge shaking in the roast chicken.

It's like a jar filled with water, and if you shake it, it will make a sound.

Shadow Connor couldn't help but be shocked by Viscount Miguel's perception, which would have been very difficult for him to escape after the game.

And Captain Blake not only discovered this, but also felt that Viscount Miguel's knife skills were exquisite, and he was quick and decisive when cutting the chicken.

But at this time, the others did not put their minds on Viscount Miguel's perception and knife skills, they were more concerned about the porridge in the chicken.

"I see, on the surface, it is a roast chicken, but in fact, the roast chicken is not only food but also plays the role of kitchen utensils, and the porridge in the roast chicken transmits the temperature very well, making the roast chicken very well heated, avoiding the disadvantages of the ice-bone chicken. And the most important thing is that the taste of the roast chicken will be transferred to the porridge, although this is a roast chicken, but the real essence is actually this porridge. ”

Teresa put down her knife and fork, replaced it with a spoon, and scooped a spoonful of steaming and fragrant wheat porridge from the rib cage of the roast chicken.

"Let me taste this porridge!"

Teresa said as the examiner gently blew the hot porridge in the spoon and put the wheat porridge into her mouth.

Suddenly, in the warmth, the deliciousness of the wheat porridge with chicken essence overflowed on the tip of the tongue.