Adorable Baby: the Miracle Doctor is So Awesome

Originally she thought it was her apprentice's love affair, but she didn't expect that it turned out to be a rotten peach blossom who even had a fiancée and still came to seduce her apprentice.

This Tang Jinyu is also funny, looking at everyone like a love rival, thinking that he is a woman and will fall in love with her fiancé.

Fortunately, Huihui only focused on cooking. Otherwise, she would have been in trouble with Zhou Chengzong yesterday if she had just made false remarks to him yesterday.

 The gate of Jiaoyuan was opened, and a group of people waiting outside were able to enter.

Zhou Chengzong and Fang Hui stood side by side, "Miss Fang, I have a question to ask you. Is it inconvenient?"

 His fiancée was right next to him, and he was getting close to Huihui. Was he deliberately trying to bring hatred to Huihui? Shen Yizhi cursed in his heart.

Sure enough, Tang Jinyu looked at Fang Hui with even more vigilance.

"Huihui, don't pay attention to him." Shen Yizhi sent a message to Fang Hui.

Fang Hui was slightly stunned, but she had been with the master for more than a year, and she had some understanding of the master's miraculous qualities. She nodded slightly and rejected Zhou Chengzong directly: "It's inconvenient."

After saying that, he quickened his pace and walked forward.

Zhou Chengzong looked at her back, but the corners of his lips raised, and his eyes became more interested.

Tang Jinyu pulled his sleeves to bring him back to his senses.

“Brother Zhou, why are you so polite to her? There is no culinary family named Fang in Yingcheng.”

The implication is that Fang Hui came from a small family and was not worthy of him lowering his profile to make friends with her.

Zhou Chengzong glanced at her lightly: "Not now, but seven years ago, the Fang family was the leading presence in the culinary world of Yingcheng. Although the Fang family has declined now, its heritage is still there after all, and it is not an ordinary family. Comparable.”

To Tang Jinyu, these words were just disguised praise from Fang Hui. How could she bear it?

She couldn't be angry with Zhou Chengzong. Isn't it easy to deal with Fang Hui?

Tang Jinyu suddenly had an idea.

The smile spread again on his face: "What Brother Zhou said is that if there is a chance later, I will see if I can recruit Miss Fang over. This will also put her cooking skills to use."

The Tang family controls many businesses, and restaurants are one of them.

Zhou Chengzong's lips moved, but he said nothing more.

Shen Yizhi looked at Tang Jinyu and always felt that she was holding back something bad.

 Speaking of ape dung, Tang Jinyu was Xie Wanlin's most beloved granddaughter before she went crazy. She was very pampered on weekdays. How could she have ever cooked? I don’t know how she got into the second level of the cooking competition.

However, considering the great power of the Tang family, this kind of thing seems not difficult to understand.

The thirty-two people who advanced entered the competition venue one by one, and each was assigned a small cubicle, which was only three or four square meters. There was a stove, some firewood piled next to it, and knives and various ingredients on the chopping board.

Standing inside, it is difficult to turn around, but this is only temporarily provided for contestants, and these conditions are sufficient.

　　When everyone was in their seats, the two boys distributed two eggs and a bowl of water to each person. They were gone.

“Bang bang!” The gong was struck, and one of the boys said: “The first test question of the second level, make a bowl of egg custard—”

 This topic is indeed a bit unexpected. For one thing, the egg custard dish is too simple. It does not have much technical content at all. Not to mention the chefs here, even ordinary women can make it easily.

However, simplicity is the key, and sometimes the simpler something is, the harder it is to do it well.

"The time is two-quarters of an hour. From now on, when the sand in this hourglass has finished leaking out, you must stop what you are doing immediately." Directly in front, the boy turned an hourglass upside down.

 As the sand leaks down, time gradually passes.

Everyone did not dare to delay and hurriedly got into cooking the egg custard.

Fang Hui picked up the eggs on the table. As soon as she took them, she felt something was wrong. She held them to her ears and shook them, her face darkening.

The egg is obviously spoiled!

 Is it an accident or intentional?

Fang Hui is not stupid. In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the organizer will strictly check the ingredients to be used before the competition begins. How could a broken egg get in?

 So, this is man-made? Deliberately targeting her so that she loses the game?

So who did it? She asked herself that she had not offended anyone.

In yesterday's first level, although her performance was a bit eye-catching, it wasn't like people had to take the risk of ruining the game and get rid of her, right?

Fang Hui thought about it, but without making any announcement, she quietly took out two eggs from the treasure bag and replaced the two eggs provided by the organizer.

 The competition is still important now.

Even if she complains about it, what if she is still given eggs with problems? That would just be a waste of time.

It would be better to let the person who did the trick first think that he has been tricked, and then worry about it after the game is over.

 Fortunately, the master was considerate and asked her to prepare some basic ingredients in the treasure bag to avoid using them.

 Wouldn’t it come in handy now?

Not to mention eggs, she didn’t dare to use the water and seasonings here anymore, so she felt more at ease bringing them herself.

　　Two boys were walking back and forth in the middle aisle, but cooking is not like doing a test, and it can also be plagiarized. Cooking requires real skills. How can you plagiarize?

 If you can do it, you can do it. If you can’t do it, it’s useless even if you know how to do it.

 So the two boys did not patrol strictly, which gave Fang Hui the opportunity to change the contract.

Everyone cooks in order of speed. After the egg custard is ready, they put it on the table, hang up the red silk, and wait for several judges to come and judge.

Fang Hui’s speed was neither fast nor slow, in the middle. She hung up the red silk. Not long after, eight judges came to her cubicle.

The waiter on the side is holding a tray with spoons on the plates so that the judges can taste the egg custard.

Zhou Shenghe took the lead in taking a small spoonful and tasted it.

To be honest, having to taste thirty-two portions of egg custard at once would make anyone who loves egg custard go numb, so at first Zhou Shenghe didn’t have much hope for the egg custard in front of him, he just had a Buddhist mentality of doing business. .

However, as soon as the custard entered his mouth, he was amazed!

 Honestly, this is the best custard he has ever tasted so far! none of them!

Seeing him take one mouthful after another, the other judges were shocked, "Mr. Zhou, how do you like this egg custard?"

 Zhou Shenghe coughed reservedly and said, "Well, it tastes very good, on top."

 Put down the spoon with some reluctance.

 After all, we have to leave a little taste for the other judges.

 When the others tasted it, they all nodded.

Real food is just two simple words—delicious!

Those so-called comments are just supplements because they are not delicious enough!