The master goes down the mountain: the beautiful president falls in love with me

Hong Tao's superb knife skills stunned everyone present.

Lai Yue was also stunned.

He never dreamed that the long-lost royal chef's dragon-carving knife technique would still be known to anyone?

Several judges were also eye-opening.

It is also the first time for them to see the royal chef's dragon-carving knife technique in reality!

Lai Yue knew that he was no match for Hong Tao, but he was not discouraged because the judges belonged to him.

Here he says black is black, and he says white is white.

It doesn't matter how good your cooking skills are.

The throne of God of Cooking and the 100 million prize money are still his in the end.

Unless those few judges don't want to mix in the food industry in the future, not only that, they can also share part of the 100 million bonus.

It's been done this way in previous sessions.

There have never been surprises.

Gao Yuan smiled: "Brother Tao, you are really good. No one here is your opponent. I declare that you are this year's Master of Cooking!"

Hong Tao scratched his head, and said modestly: "Brother Gao Yuan, you are over-rewarding. Compared with my ancestors, I still have a long way to go!"

"Brother Tao, don't be modest, it's not just me who thinks so, everyone thinks so, right?"

Gao Yuan looked at the onlookers.

The onlookers were not optimistic about Hong Tao at first, but after the scene just now, they completely became fans.

"That's right!"

"This one-armed gentleman cooks the best we've ever seen!"

"You are the God of Cooking champion in our hearts!"

"..."

The audience cheered.

Hong Tao clasped his fists and bowed to the audience around him in salute.

Miao Miao didn't understand this, so she anxiously asked Gao Yuan: "Big Brother, Big Brother, Miao Miao doesn't have to go with that vicious woman, does she?"

"Miao Miao can be with Dad forever, right?"

Gao Yuan picked up Miao Miao: "Miao Miao is right, you will never be separated from Dad!"

"Oye!"

Miao Miao raised her little powder fist and danced happily.

Lai Yue on the side clenched her molars first, and exchanged glances with those judges from a distance.

After getting an affirmative answer.

Lai Yue felt relieved first, and relaxed her frowning brows, and said sarcastically: "Good knife skill doesn't mean good taste!"

"Whether I can win MasterChef? It's not up to the audience, it depends on the judges!"

Gao Yuan replied, "Ex-master chef, it seems that you are not convinced? Don't worry about Tao's taste, but at least there is no paste, and some people's fried rice seems to be overcooked?"

The audience looked over.

The color of Lai Yuexian's egg fried rice is obviously slightly black, which is obviously because the pot is overheated and a little mushy.

Although it is not serious, it is definitely not qualified in this kind of competition.

The judges pay attention to the taste and taste.

Not to mention the taste, this color word is first of all unqualified.

Lai Yue snorted coldly: "What do you know? This is my special cooking method, original smoked fry!"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

"It's still the same sentence, the final score is not what you say, nor what they say, but the judges!"

Gao Yuan sees that Lai Yuexian is so confident that he never leaves the judges. Could it be that there is some shady deal between them?

"As the old saying goes, if it's a donkey or a horse, pull it out for a walk!"

"Before the dishes we cook are still cold, let the judges taste them!"

Rai Yue snapped his fingers first.

His subordinates then handed the cooked egg fried rice and grilled pork face to the judges.

The judges picked up the chopsticks, tasted the egg fried rice and grilled pork face, and then looked at each other.