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Here, I want to get the support of Sister Xiao Ya, but Sister Xiao Ya is also against it, which is simply heartbroken.

Xiao Ya said: "In these years, successful men are not called successful men if they don't divorce a few times, and successful women are still called successful women if they don't divorce a few times! Madonna has been divorced four times, Marilyn Monroe has been divorced three times, Hepburn has also been divorced twice, and even Liu Xiang is more sunny, but now he is also divorced, it is a second marriage, and now I don't know how long the marriage can last!"

"Sister, they are in the star circle, and the star circle has always messed around!" Luo Shuixin said: "And I'm different!"

"Mom and Dad want their children to not suffer losses for the rest of their lives, but is that possible? Only by suffering losses can they progress, and only when they suffer will they grow!" Xiao Ya said: "If you want to get along with that bear child, I won't stop you, anyway, it's okay to suffer losses." It's not suitable to get married, it's just a divorce!"

"Sister, that's you, not us!" Luo Shui said in his heart.

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Time is ticking, in the blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and the food festival is coming to an end.

With the passage of time, the heat brought by the food festival gradually dissipated, and consumption became sluggish. And at this moment, the hot food competition has also begun.

The purpose of the food competition is not to compete for the food champion, not to fight for the best, but to enliven the atmosphere, so that the audience can watch the excitement, increase publicity, improve sales levels, and save the declining catering industry.

The location of the food contest is in a certain section of the square.

At this moment, sitting in the van, the driver drove the car, and the old chef on the side introduced the rules of the competition, brought his own ingredients, and mainly conducted three competitions, preliminaries, semi-finals, and finals.

When I arrived at the square, I immediately saw a large number of people, densely distributed all around, and in the center was a high platform, which was the host's territory, and in the upper position hung a huge banner, and on the right was a table and chair, which seemed to be the judges' territory.

And in the next position, there is the territory of the competition chef.

And in the distance, there are long guns and short cannons, aiming, which is the rhythm of the TV station.

That's right!,

This is to promote food culture and promote the construction of urban civilization, how can TV stations be absent.

Another fifteen minutes later, the host took the stage, and the judges also appeared on the stage, a total of nine judges, all of whom were stars, celebrities, and officials.

"The one on the left is Li Guohua, deputy mayor of Hangzhou!"

"That's the star Bailu!"

"That's a gourmet, Yu Lao!"

"That's the vice president of the Chinese Food Association, Zhao Qiushi!"

"That's a member of the Chinese Literary Association, Li Chunsheng!"

The old chef on the side opened his mouth and introduced the judges one by one, introducing their origins, backgrounds, and so on.

It's just Bai Qing, nodding, just ignoring the past.

As for who they are!

What kind of identity background do they have, what kind of do to me!

What about the deputy mayor, I don't look for you to run for officials and errands, why remember what your name is and what your hobbies are;

What about big stars, I'm not a fan, I may watch TV series, watch movies, and listen to songs, but that's just Ye Gong Haolong, I like it on the surface, I like to watch it lively, but I don't like it in my bones;

Vice President of the Food Association, what's the matter, anyway, I'm a cook, just an amateur, I don't run to you, go through the back door, and I'm too lazy to remember what your surname is.

As for being a member of the association, I don't ask you, why should I remember what your name is and what your hobbies are.

If you have no desire, you are just, anyway, you don't ask for anyone, and you don't bother to remember these judges, what you want to call them, everything has nothing to do with him.

He participated in the competition, it was just the request of the old man, and it didn't matter what the final result was. If you win a prize, you will have tens of thousands of dollars more in your pocket, and if you fail, you just turn around and leave.

"Distinguished guests, judges ......"

At this time, the host stepped onto the high platform, and a man and a woman presided over together.

Needless to say, the man is extremely beautiful, and the beautiful drooling is a pity, not her own dish.

And after a brief introduction to the rules of the game, the game began.

Hohoo ho!

The fire was burning, the gas stove was burning, and about 100 chefs were present, participating in the competition.

Chopping, side dishes, ingredients, cooking, arranging.

Soon, Bai Qing's cooking was over, and the dishes were placed on the plate, waiting to be tasted.

At this time, one by one, the judges walked off the stage, tasting all kinds of food, according to the color, aroma, taste, shape, nutrition, etc., five elements, scored, each accounted for ten points, the highest fifty points.

And in order to prevent the judges from cheating, a lot of dishes are mixed together, and under the plate, the chef's name is written.

Many judges can only taste the taste of the dishes and give them scores, but it is difficult to know who the owner of the dishes is.

The preliminary round was very fast, and on the big screen, there were scores and rankings one by one.

In the preliminary round, the top 20 were selected, and the rest were eliminated.

"Hey, yes, I actually ranked twentieth, and I was almost eliminated!" Bai Qing smiled, not paying too much attention to it.

After all, all the chefs present are two big chefs, and there is not much difference between them, it is normal to lose, and it is reasonable to win.

Then, there is a semi-final, which determines the top five.

Bai Qing started cooking again.

After about fifteen minutes, the cooking is over.

The judges came down to taste it together.

In the end, Bai Qing passed the semi-finals again and ranked third.

"The final is about to begin, this time free to play, no time limit, no subject matter, you can cook the best and best food!" said the host.

In the preliminary round and semi-finals, many chefs were limited to the scope of food;

And in the finals, there are no limits!

"So far, I'm pretty good. The first place will be rewarded with 50,000 yuan, the second place will be rewarded with 30,000 yuan, the third place will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan, the fourth place will be rewarded with 5,000 yuan, and the fifth place will be rewarded with 3,000 yuan!"

"Actually, this amount of money is really nothing. To be able to participate in the food competition, they are the pillars of each hotel, with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, a monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan, and even an annual salary of hundreds of thousands to millions. It's really nothing!"

Bai Qing suddenly thought.

In hotels, some of the top chefs are worth their money.

The old man said that his level is comparable to that of some big chefs, and a monthly salary of tens of thousands is not a problem;

And Xu Nan, the boss of the hotel, also said that as long as he arrives in the hotel, the initial annual salary is 120,000 yuan, and after a long working experience, the annual salary of hundreds of thousands is not a problem.

It's just that he wants to go to the imperial capital and go to college, as for the high-paying career in the hotel, forget it!

The finals are on!

Halfway through cooking, Bai Qing stopped.

"If you want to do it, do the best! In the finals, let's use Bazhen soup!"