Yinhu City, the scene of the finals of the God of Food Competition.

Murong Ting and Zhao Xiaoyu sat side by side in the audience.

"Sister Xiaoyu, do you think my brother will really come to participate in the God of Food Contest if he is fine?"

Zhao Xiaoyu's eyes darkened, and then he squeezed out a smile and said:

"Of course, becoming the god of food is Brother Yong's dream. As early as when I first met him, he said that he must become the god of food this year. ”

"But I was really worried about him when he was hunted down that day...... If he's okay, why don't you come back to me...... Guys?"

"Don't worry!" Zhao Xiaoyu looked up at the sky slightly, her thoughts returned to the experience of being with He Yong in the stick country, and after a long time, she said slowly:

"Brother Yong will be fine, because he can do anything!"

As he spoke, he saw the host come to the stage, and then his voice condensed his internal force and said to the people in the audience:

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to participate in the 19th God of Food Contest Finals. Let's start with 12 of our regional champions. ”

As soon as the host's voice fell, the audience applauded like thunder. And Zhao Xiaoyu and Murong Ting also looked around expectantly, hoping to see the figure that worried her.

Soon, the eleven urban champions of Zi Rat, Ugly Cow, Yin Hu, Chen Long, Snake, Wu Ma, Wei Yang, Shen Monkey, Youji, Xugou, and Hai Pig came on the field, but only the champion of Maotu City, He Yong, was missing.

The host counted the number of people, frowned slightly, and then asked, "Which regional champion didn't come?"

Soon, a contestant took the initiative to say: "It's He Yong, the champion of Maotu City, he didn't come to the pre-game party last night." ”

The host looked at the time, and then said to everyone: "There are still ten minutes to start the game, let's wait for him for another ten minutes, if he doesn't come by then, he will be treated as a waiver." ”

Everyone understood that the rules of the game were like this, and it was impossible to postpone the game because of one person.

As time passed, He Yong still did not appear.

Murong Ting and Zhao Xiaoyu in the audience couldn't help but be a little anxious, and both of them had a bad premonition.

Murong Ting said anxiously: "Sister Xiaoyu, brother he hasn't appeared yet, could it be that he was really ...... that day?"

Zhao Xiaoyu was also a little flustered at this time, she couldn't hold back the uneasiness in her heart, squeezed out a smile, and said to Murong Ting:

"No, Brother Yong, he won't have an accident! Don't worry, maybe he has been injured a little, and he has been healing for the past few days......"

In the end, her voice became quieter and quieter, and even she herself was a little less confident.

There are still three minutes left......

Two minutes......

One minute......

Murong Ting stood up violently and said to Zhao Xiaoyu firmly:

"Sister Xiaoyu, I'm going to help my brother participate in the competition! Although I know that my cooking skills are very poor, I can't let my brother's place be cancelled, maybe, maybe my brother will be able to come soon......"

Zhao Xiaoyu wanted to stop it, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

It's just that after a little thought, she said to Murong Ting:

"It's okay to help Brother Yong keep his place, but let me go up! You have been frail and sick since you were a child, and you can't cook at all, and my family runs a hotel, and I have learned some cooking skills. ”

Murong Ting wanted to refuse, but she also knew that what Zhao Xiaoyu said was true, she didn't know how to cook at all, and she would only make jokes when she went up.

So, she nodded and said to Zhao Xiaoyu: "Okay, Sister Xiaoyu, I'll cheer for you below!"

As soon as the two discussed, they heard the host look at his watch and say:

"Okay, the time has come, since He Yong from Maotu City didn't come, then ......"

"Wait a minute!"

Zhao Xiaoyu hurriedly interrupted the host's words, and then quickly walked onto the stage.

"Is there anything wrong with this young lady?"

The host was obviously a little displeased, looked at Zhao Xiaoyu and said.

Zhao Xiaoyu blushed, and then said with a straight face:

"That's the case, He Yong has something to do, and he may have to come later. I want to help him in the competition first, and then take over when he comes......"

"No, there's never been a competition!"

The moderator simply refused.

Zhao Xiaoyu was in a hurry, and explained again: "I am from Juewei Hotel, and He Yong is also representing our hotel in the competition, of course I can compete on his behalf first! And as you said, no one has ever participated in the competition on behalf of him, so there is no such rule and restriction." ”

The host was stunned when asked, there is indeed no explicit rule that no one can participate in the finals on his behalf!

Just promised Zhao Xiaoyu to let her participate in it, wouldn't it be a little unbearable on her face?

So he looked at the ten judges with some help.

The judges discussed with each other, and then an old man with white hair and white beard looked at the nine contestants and said:

"For us judges, it doesn't matter if there is one more person or one less person in the competition. But for your players, it might affect your championship position. So I'll leave it to eleven of you to decide, you vote, and the minority obeys the majority. ”

The eleven players who participated in the game were stunned, but they didn't expect the ball to be kicked to them!

However, it is clear that none of them are willing to agree, after all, one less person participates, there is one less opponent, and their hopes of victory will be greater.

When Zhao Xiaoyu saw it, he hurriedly said with the agitation method:

"What? Eleven of you are the champions of various cities, don't you have any confidence in the final finals? Not to mention that my brother Yong hasn't come yet, even if he comes, don't you have any confidence in winning him?"

A middle-aged man in his forties was obviously hot-tempered, and after listening to Zhao Xiaoyu's words, he glared and said:

"Don't give me the agitation method, don't you just want to participate in the competition? Then you participate, I have no objection! Don't say that you participated, even if that person named He Yong participated, I really didn't believe that he would become the champion!"

When the rest of the people saw that the middle-aged man agreed, it was not easy to refuse, otherwise they would seem to be less confident, so they nodded and said:

"Well, we're not against it. ”

"You are a woman, what kind of cooking skills can you have?"

"When the time comes, don't cry. ”

“......”

The host saw that the contestants had agreed, so he asked Zhao Xiaoyu to stand in an empty competition position, and then said to the audience and friends:

"Okay, now that the contestants have arrived, then I announce: the finals of the 19th God of Food Competition, the competition has officially begun!"

Wow......

As soon as the host's voice fell, thunderous applause rang out from the audience.

After the applause stopped, the host turned to the ten participants and said:

"In order to give full play to everyone's strength, the game lasted 30 minutes. However, correspondingly, it will be very difficult, so please ask the judges to ask questions below. ”