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Chapter 220 Heaven and Hell

Chapter 220 Heaven and Hell

The judges were full of anticipation, opened the top lid, and the food appeared in front of them, but they were a little bit at a loss.

Even Feng Wei, who had given a high evaluation before, showed embarrassment on his face.

This game is very important, and it is also about the face of the country. Mo Fan is so sloppy, so many compatriots are a little bit chilled.

But he has no right to accuse others, but this dish cannot be called a dish.

boom!
The judge next to him slammed his chopsticks, and almost knocked off the table in anger, he stood up and said: "I have never seen such a fool, bring a bowl of clear water, do you really think us judges are fools? "

"That's right, if you can't participate in this competition, you can just say it directly, and use these to fool us, who gave you the courage?"

One of the judges picked up the bowl and immediately put the past on the ground.

Only then did the audience see clearly that what was originally served to the judges was just a bowl of boiled water.

This is not to fool the judges, but to treat everyone as fools and monkeys.

Suddenly, the audience in the auditorium became extremely angry. If it were not for the security personnel in front of them, they would have rushed down from their seats and beat the person in front of them to death.

This is not a game, it's like playing house.

"Go down quickly, don't be ashamed, you've lost our face."

"Go away, from now on you are no longer from the Dragon Kingdom, our country does not have such a shameful person like you."

"I'm really out of my mind. I just came to watch this game. What am I expecting? Can you still expect the rise of you fools?"

The people in the audience spoke harshly, couldn't control their emotions, and became more and more agitated.

Some people even fell off their chairs and passed out on the spot during the process of angering the horse.

Once this kind of thing happens, even the organizer will become a corner.

They want to promote the culture here, and they also want to use this opportunity to let more people see the delicacies of Longguo.

They never wanted to be self-defeating, and brought things to this point, and they also felt very regretful.

"Aren't you scared stupid by me?"

Miyamoto Takeru crossed his arms over his chest, becoming extremely excited because he had seen victory waving to him.

The young man in front of him was just bluffing. When he really wanted to show off his special skills, he simply didn't have the strength and qualifications.

"Actually, if you want to admit defeat, you can say it outright. It's not something to be ashamed of. You don't have to do it on purpose."

He shook his head helplessly, thinking that he had hit someone's sore spot.

"Duanbai boiled water to perfunctory things, and only a brainless person like you can do it."

Takeshi Miyamoto shrugged helplessly and said with a playful look: "If you really don't want to quit the chef world, it's not impossible. You just need to face the camera and shout to the world that the people of Dragon Country are not as good as R Country. You don't have to." Quit being a chef."

This is an opportunity for the other party, but also a dilemma.

If you choose yourself, you will be sorry for the country. If you choose the country, you must give up the chef industry. For those who love the chef industry, it is even harder than giving up your own life.

What he wants is that the other party's life is worse than death, and killing people is just a nod. That is not satisfying.

Mo Fan didn't say anything, he just walked towards the stage very calmly, took the soup he made, gently scooped up a spoonful, and handed it directly to Feng Wei's mouth.

Feng Wei refused at first, turned around and wanted to leave.

Who knew that his head was being held down and he couldn't get out even if he wanted to.

He could only drink that sip of boiled water abruptly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Just when he felt insulted, the so-called boiled water bloomed in his taste buds.

It was as if there were many beautiful little angels dancing on the tip of his tongue, which was crisp and numb, and at the same time had an intoxicating feeling.

At this moment, the ups and downs of the world are constantly recalled in his mind and presented on his tongue.

This mixed flavor can be expressed clearly in words.

Drinking such a sip of soup, it seems that this life of a person is like a big movie, which is constantly played back in the mind, and the short and gorgeous life will soon end.

With a tick sound, a crystal clear teardrop slowly slipped from the corner of his eye and dripped onto the table next to him.

That tear is like a blooming flower. All the unhappiness in this world disappears with that one tear.

Feng Wei let out a long sigh. Hearing the swearing and noisy voices around him, he wished that someone would give them a slap in the face and make them hit the ground in an instant.

Feng Wei grabbed the microphone next to him, took a deep breath, and shouted out at the highest volume.

"Shut up for me!"

The simplest five words shocked the audience. Everyone stared at him dumbfounded, not understanding why he suddenly became so angry.

Feng Wei didn't explain anything, but just emphasized blindly, asking them to drink the boiled water in their hands.

"Old Feng, are you crazy?"

One of the judges felt that there was something wrong with his mind, and even wondered if he had received money from others.

But for this bowl of boiled water, even if they are paid, they can't open their eyes and talk nonsense. The current audience is very treacherous, but they are not so easy to fool.

"Take a sip, each of you has a sip, otherwise you have no right to speak at all."

Feng Wei said firmly.

Only now did he truly understand that judging people by their appearance was a very incorrect thing.

After hearing his words, the others drank what they had in their hands with suspicion.

Their reactions were the same as Feng Wei's, and some even had stronger reactions because some people drank more.

This kind of feeling of heaven and hell for a while is simply unforgettable.

While they were eating the soup, Feng Wei didn't sit still, and directly made himself a bowl.

After tasting this kind of delicacy, the so-called sashimi before was simply garbage among garbage, and I didn't even eat it for free.

Looking at the bowl of soup that was spilled on the ground, everyone smacked their mouths regretfully. If they hadn't considered that there were reporters present, they might have knelt on the ground and licked all those things.

That is to say, because there were reporters present, he restrained himself a little.

All of them gave full marks.

Takeshi Miyamoto stood there in a daze, feeling a merciless slap on his face.

(End of this chapter)