The next moment, He Yong controlled the blue-blue soup in the air with one hand, and with the other hand, he cast a dragon snatching hand on a soup pot next to him.

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The soup pot appeared on the table, He Yong opened the lid, and then controlled the soup in the air and flowed into the soup pot.

After closing the lid, He Yong stretched out one hand, his palm was facing the soup basin far away, and there were constantly blue and blue nerves, looking at the soup basin and leaving, the entire soup basin was shrouded in blue internal force!

Jin Qiufeng and his party couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw that both of them had entered the last stage, for fear of missing the final excitement.

Zhou Hao looked at He Yong and said with a smile: "Brother He, will you open it first or me first, or let's open it together?"

You know, there must be some advantages to opening it first, especially when the level of the two is not much different.

If you taste the soup of one of the people and then taste the soup of the other person, unless the soup made by the person behind you can far surpass that of the person in front of you, it will not feel too amazing!

He Yong smiled and said, "Since Brother Zhou finishes it first, then Brother Zhou will open it first." ”

"Good. Zhou Hao agreed without hesitation, without any modesty and politeness!

In fact, Tianmeng lost three games in a row, and he couldn't help but lose face. If they lose this fourth game, they really feel a little embarrassed.

They're elites in all walks of life, but it's a bit of a shame to lose to the same people in what they're good at.

So in the end, he wanted to win again, even if there was a little unfairness, he didn't care. Not only did he think so, but even the rest of the people thought so, if he and He Yong made soup at the same level, Zhou Hao would definitely win.

He Yong obviously knew their intentions, but he didn't care.

This is not how sure He Yong is, after all, this is on other people's territory, even if he makes it better than Zhou Hao's, if the people of Tianmeng want to say that Zhou Hao won, he has no choice.

After all, this is not a regular God of Food Competition, even if it is a regular God of Food Competition, isn't the champion also won by the Heaven and Earth Alliance?

He Yong now understands that this year's God of Food must have been obtained by the people of the Earth Alliance.

At this time, Zhou Hao's hand was raised violently, and the soup basin was suddenly opened.

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The moment the soup pot was opened, a phoenix with a red color and condensed internal force flew out of the basin! The phoenix soared into the sky, then swooped down, burrowed into the soup, and disappeared, and at the same time, the fragrance of the soup instantly emanated.

"It smells so good, it makes me hungry!"

"Zhou Hao's cooking skills have improved again, no wonder he is confident to become the god of food next year!"

"The bird that rushed out at the end is really good-looking, is Zhou Hao also watching the Internet? Isn't this the phoenix in those mythical stories of the invincible master?"

"Brother Zhou is really good, he actually combines the mythical phoenix with the soup, color, fragrance, taste, three, the color and fragrance are all complete, we should taste the taste. ”

“......”

The expression on Jin Qiufeng's face was also relieved, and he was secretly satisfied that Zhou Hao could make such an innovation.

Tianmeng has lost three games in a row, and if they lose again, they really can't hold their faces a little unbearable.

But now seeing the soup made by Zhou Hao, Jin Qiufeng relaxed, no matter whether He Yong's cooking would be better than Zhou Hao's, he had decided that Zhou Hao would win.

The people took out small bowls, and each of them divided a bowl and drank it.

"It's delicious!"

"Oh my God, this is the best soup I've had since I was a kid. ”

"Zhou Hao, I hate you! I drank this bowl of soup, where can I drink other soups in the future?"

“......”

There were countless praises and rave reviews for a while. Whether it was true or false, everyone was desperately praising Zhou Hao anyway.

Jin Qiufeng took a sip, nodded and said, "Senior Nephew Zhou's cooking skills have indeed improved a lot! Later, the breeze used to blow the palms of the noodles so that the nutrients in the soup would not be lost, and every step was carefully considered!"

Zhou Hao also said very complacently: "Uncle Jin has won the award, after all, I did not become the champion of this year's God of Food Competition, so I still have a lot of things to improve." ”

Jin Qiufeng said with satisfaction: "Yes, in the face of your own progress, if you can be neither arrogant nor impatient, I believe that you will definitely be able to become the champion of next year's God of Food!

"Thank you Uncle for the compliment, I will definitely work hard and will not embarrass Tianmeng. Zhou Hao bowed and said.

He Yong secretly rolled his eyes on the side: Don't be arrogant, don't be boring, your sister! Look at Zhou Hao's guy, he is about to float proudly, have the two of them forgotten about themselves?

Zhou Hao and Jin Qiufeng praised each other again, and then Jin Qiufeng slapped his forehead and said to He Yong:

"Nephew He Xian, I'm really sorry to forget you! The main reason is that I haven't drunk such a delicious soup at such an old age, and I only care about emotion for a while, and I really can't help it. ”

You old shameless, you just just announce Zhou Hao's victory!

He Yong's face was black, this old guy was so shameless, and his level of talking nonsense with his eyes open was too bad, as if he was deliberately angry with him.

He could only shake his head secretly, then looked at Jin Qiufeng and said, "It's okay, the soup made by Brother Zhou is delicious, you can drink a little more, and then come and taste the soup I made after drinking." ”

Thinking that He Yonglian won three games, the people of Tianmeng were already a little embarrassed, but now seeing that Zhou Hao's soup is so delicious, everyone has decided that even if the soup made by He Yong is better than Zhou Hao's, they must unanimously agree that Zhou Hao has won.

One by one, they began to heckle:

"After drinking Zhou Hao's soup, I don't want to drink other people's soup anymore. ”

"Yes, it is estimated that there is no more delicious soup in this world than the soup made by Zhou Hao. ”

"Brother He, I don't think I need to compete, Zhou Hao will definitely win!"

“......”

He Yong didn't care how annoyed he was, but he still kept smiling on the surface, looking at everyone and not speaking.

Jin Qiufeng coughed, then straightened his face and reprimanded everyone: "You guys are just messing around! This is a competition, of course, the soup of the two of them has to be compared." Otherwise, how could He Xian's nephew be convinced?"

His grandmother's, speaking of which, you still think I'm going to lose!

He Yong couldn't wait to smash his bowl of soup directly on Jin Qiufeng's old face.

Zhou Hao also straightened his face, and said to the people around him: "Don't make a fool of yourself, even if I win, I have to win the dignified one, let's see how Brother He's soup is first!"

Jin Qiufeng also nodded and said, "Senior Nephew Zhou is right, let's calm down first, let's take a look at the soup made by He Xian's nephew." He Xian, please!"

When He Yong heard Jin Qiufeng's words, he slowly wrapped the lid of the soup pot with internal force, and then slowly lifted the lid of the soup pot......