City: I, the God of Cooking!

In front of Meng Zhan were the ingredients for making rice bowls, which were very rich. Looking at the other three people's tables, they were exactly the same.

The countdown has started, and the other three have started preparing rice.

And Meng Zhan hasn't done it yet, and it's not easy to make the rice bowl high-quality.

Unless the ingredients are not simple, but what is placed in front of him is not monster ingredients, but ordinary ingredients.

Meng Zhan had to come up with a new recipe to elevate the taste of rice bowls to an unprecedented level, and maybe he would be able to satisfy the referee.

Then Meng Zhan's eyes fell on an old hen, and he had a flash of inspiration.

He picked up the old hen, cut open the belly, filled it with ginseng, wolfberry and various spices, sealed it with a bamboo stick, and boiled it in a casserole.

Seeing this scene, everyone was very puzzled.

"Is this a rice bowl dish?"

"Shouldn't the rice be prepared first? If the dish is ready but the rice is not, won't the dish be cold?"

"He is a famous chef who must have his reasons for doing so."

I saw Meng Zhan picking up another piece of pork while stewing the chicken.

The pork is two parts fat and eight parts lean, which is the best tenderloin.

Meng Zhan waved the mithril kitchen knife, cut the pork into slices, and then threaded them with iron skewers.

Next start making the sauce.

Although there are no ingredients from other worlds, Meng Zhan has the recipe of the sauce, and using these ordinary ingredients can still make delicious sauces.

Brush the prepared sauce on the meat slices, then turn on the stove and put the meat skewers on the fire to roast.

In less than a few minutes, the aroma of barbecue permeated the audience.

"It's so fragrant, I'm watering."

"Where is the water flowing?"

"Stinky rascal, of course it's drooling!"

"It's delicious barbecue, I really want to eat it."

The aroma of barbecue makes many people drool.

After a while, the barbecue was ready, and Meng Zhan picked it up and ate it directly.

There happened to be beer for cooking. Meng Zhan opened a can and drank beer while eating barbecue, waiting for the chicken soup to be cooked.

This scene stunned everyone present.

Everyone else was racing against time to prepare, but he was the only one who was able to eat it.

And there are still so many people watching him eat.

"Is this for a competition, to attract hatred?"

"I think the exam questions are too difficult, and he has given up automatically."

"Hehe, it's already floating away after taking the first two rounds in a row."

"Inflated, too inflated!"

"Unless he shares some of the barbecue with me, I'll turn my fan into black."

There were endless discussions in the audience.

The three referees couldn't figure out what this guy was going to do.

On the other hand, the other three contestants are all cooking seriously.

Soon the aroma from the other three kitchen counters overwhelmed the smell of the barbecue.

Then Meng Zhan prepared a new sauce and made another batch of barbecue.

After it was done, he took a bite and said with a frown, "It still doesn't taste good."

So I ate them all again.

It seemed like Meng Zhan found the right taste after three barbecues.

But this time the aroma of the barbecue was not as strong as before.

In fact, Meng Zhan is improving the recipe of the sauce. Others see him eating very well, but in fact he is working very hard. Every time he has to taste the lack of barbecue flavor, and then adjust it.

Finally, the chicken soup is ready.

Meng Zhan fished out the old hen, leaving only the soup, then poured the rice in and started to steam the rice.

And the old hen that was fished out was not thrown away, but was smeared with sauce and baked in the oven.

Meng Zhan took some potatoes, baby vegetables, and broccoli, which were also cut up, coated with sauce, and roasted on the fire.

At first glance, those who didn't know it thought that Meng Zhan's was a barbecue stall.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon there was only half an hour left.

And others' rice bowls are coming to an end.

Meng Zhan's rice bowl was about to be finished, when suddenly he felt a chill behind him, and when he looked back, a group of people were staring at him.

It's the same people as last time.

After Meng Zhan's level was raised, his perception became more acute, and he could feel that those few people were not ordinary people, and they exuded a very dangerous aura.

Venus also noticed those people.

Meng Zhan looked away, but he was extremely puzzled.

In the auditorium, the leader of those people has short silver hair and looks about 40 years old, with a deep and watery face.

"Are you ready?"

"Bishop, you're ready," said an old woman with deep wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

"Do it."

Several people beside the silver-haired middle-aged man left the table one after another, not long after they left.

The entire building was suddenly cut off and plunged into darkness.

Meng Zhan's face changed slightly, and the audience burst into exclamations.

At this moment, Meng Zhan felt a scent coming, and then Venus came to him.

"Holy Lord, those of the Illuminati sect, be careful."

Just as Meng Zhan wanted to ask where the members of the Guangming Sect were, Wu Gang not far away suddenly knelt on the ground in pain.

He saw a figure emerge from the darkness, and a magic circle landed on Wu Gang's back.

Venus said solemnly: "The other party is a member of the Illuminati sect, let me kill him!"

But at this moment, the lights in the hall were restored one after another.

After careful consideration, Meng Zhan said, "Go back quickly. This is not a place for fighting. Let's talk about it after the competition is over."

Venus nodded and quickly returned to his seat.

The other party grinned, withdrew his hand and disappeared.

When the lights came back on, everyone saw Wu Gang lying on the ground, and immediately a staff member went over to inquire about the situation.

Wu Gang's pupils flashed purple, and he showed a wicked smile, "I'm fine, let's continue the competition."

The staff made sure he was fine before leaving.

The competition will continue.

Li Tianshuo, who was in charge of the venue layout, found someone to inquire about the situation, and learned that the power system was not faulty, but just now a strange force affected the power of the entire building, which led to a momentary blackout.

Li Tianshuo was puzzled, "Could it be that I ran into a ghost?"

At this time, Li Shishi announced: "There are only 10 minutes left in the competition, please hurry up."

Wu Gang looked at the pork chop rice bowl in front of him, smiled coldly, a small medicine bottle appeared in his hand, poured out some powder and sprinkled it on the pork chop rice bowl, and then handed over the pork chop rice bowl.

And Meng Zhan's barbecue rice bowl is also ready.

The maid came up and carried it to the referee's seat.

Four rice bowls were placed in front of them.

Qin Xiaolan's is chicken diced rice, Fang Tianqing's is sashimi.

The four servings of rice bowls are all fragrant, and it is impossible to judge which one is good and which is bad based on the smell alone.

Not to mention the audience, if they were to judge, the four rice bowls would be extremely delicious.

"You guys go first." Qin Fangfeng said, "You guys are seniors."

Monk Wuwei and Mei Jianghuai smiled slightly, picked up small plates and spoons, and began to taste the rice bowl.