Marvel's Fairy Chef

"The directors are on their way, our program will continue!" Conard finished drinking tea and suddenly realized that he seemed to be organizing a competition! What happened to you just now? When I looked at the staff, they were actually licking their faces and asking the chef for tea, do you still want to work?

At the same time, backstage in the studio, Elson continued to roar: "Quick commercial, how much of those scenes can be deleted?"

"Boss, this is a live broadcast! It can't be deleted," the subordinate said honestly.

"Look at our ratings, my God! It's probably going to be bad again. We'll all have to pack up and leave now," Elson shouted desperately.

"What's going on?" Elson was stunned when he saw the report. The ratings in the report actually exceeded the program of the same period by 32 percentage points? This is unscientific! There was an accident during the live broadcast, so how could such good results come about? Are you dreaming, right? That must be it!

"Okay, let's continue the competition now," the host on the stage said into the microphone: "Now let's ask our chefs to continue showing their work."

"Yo! It's my turn again!" The chef on the stage walked towards the contestants with a smile on his face, and then the audience burst into applause.

"I'll wipe it! Why are you applauding! This guy is probably going to stab Lou again." Seeing this, the host stopped reminding the chef to pay attention to his lines.

Forget it, that’s it! If the show is ruined, it’s ruined, and it’s not my fault! The host comforted himself like this.

"Did you make this?" The chef looked at the participating chefs with a bright face.

"I understand the rules~" Seeing the chef preparing to start a lecture, the latter picked up the rolling pin and smashed it against his head. Then he rolled his eyes and fainted. You're going to make me mad after a while anyway, so it's better to do it yourself.

Oort felt that his decision was too wise. Looking at those guys who swore never to cook again, it would be more cost-effective to simply give up instead of being criticized by that man and ruined.

"What kind of operation is this? I want to praise you a few words! After all, you are the best performer among so many players." The chef looked at the host with an embarrassed look: "How do you calculate this?"

host:……

"Boss, do we still want to continue broadcasting commercials?" All the employees in the studio looked blankly at the monitor, which was showing the chef with a bloody head. The latter shouted to the camera with tears streaming down his face: "Finally Let me escape the disaster, hahaha..."

"Don't ask me, I don't know what to do?" Elson looked at the soaring ratings with blank eyes. He was indeed dreaming.

"Haha... Let's continue to invite our national girl Miss Elena to perform on stage." The host directly ignored the chef's inquiry. Anyway, he only needs to complete the procedure and go home from get off work alive. As for the life and death of these chefs, that has nothing to do with me. what is the relationship.

"It's over. It seems that the little boss hasn't mentioned this guy before!" After Elena came on stage, she found that the chef opposite was actually a new face. What should she do now?

"Why is this woman?" Tucker looked at Elena with a solemn face, and his heart felt like countless grass and mud horses running wildly. Did I forget to wash my hands when drawing lots? Why don't you imitate Ort and knock yourself out? Look at the two players in front of him. One was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and the other is still in a coma. Now it's his turn. Please ask for tactical guidance and wait online. It's very urgent!

"What's that? You said there was a fire in my house? Got it, I'll rush back immediately." Tucker had an idea, took out a packet of seasonings from his pocket and exclaimed. Damn it! I'm really smart.

"Really or not?" Elena was speechless for a while. By the way, if you are making excuses, can you get a mobile phone? When can I get this seasoning pack on the phone?

"Congratulations to the little boss and Nana for successfully scoring three kills!" The webpage of the program team was once again flooded.

"Mom, I want to go home. What's wrong with the world?" The host standing next to her looked helpless.

"Boom..." Just when the host was doubting his life, a violent explosion came from outside the door, and then a black and white metal man broke through the door directly.

"Isn't this Stark's Tai Chi steel suit?" The chef at the judges' table recognized the person at a glance. It was the crooked Iron Man.