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The female judge from Jiang Mingzhu's family, a female judge from a certain Sichuan cuisine area, was holding up her chopsticks, a little embarrassed.

I should have ordered an extra dish if I had known earlier.

The other guests all ate, but she was the only one holding up her chopsticks at a loss.

She wanted to eat something, but she didn't know what to eat. There were dishes on the table, but none of them belonged to her.

Jiang Mingzhu lowered her head and looked at the table. She didn't want to pay attention to anyone. She had a feeling of refusing to communicate and don't bother me.

Jiang Baoyu lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, his cold white fingers swiping across the screen quickly.

"Uncle, can I give you some more?"

Bai Dan held the wine bottle and smiled.

"Okay, okay, more!" The judges laughed.

"The fried noodles are very good. Is this your first time?"

Jiang Tianqiong said modestly: "Yes, as long as you like it."

If you like it, please give it ten points.

The female judge was strangely angry. The judges next to her were all pearls held in the palms of the guests, but she was the only one who was a pitiful yellow cabbage? !

At this time, a gentle voice came from the side.

"Let's eat together? I accidentally made too much. It's a waste if I can't finish it."

The female judge was slightly startled and turned to look.

It was the female star with a very beautiful face. She remembered her name, Leng Qingqing.

Female judges, no. It was actually a female villager. She looked at the steaming ground pot chicken in the big iron pot, swallowed loudly, and responded cheerfully.

"Good boy, if you don't mind, then I can help you eat some?"

Leng Qingqing handed over a new pair of chopsticks with a smile on his face: "Eat some, there are so many people and it's so lively."

The atmosphere at the dining table was lively, with everyone talking animatedly and eating.

Ye Fei was sitting on a large chair, his short legs couldn't reach the ground, and he felt a little empty.

Jiang Mingzhu and Jiang Baoyu sat beside him, one on the left and one on the right.

Even if the twins sit far apart and don't speak, they are still connected by a transparent frenulum. Others will not think that their relationship is bad, but only take it for granted that they have a good relationship.

As for Ye Fei, it's different.

He is an outsider, an outsider trying to get in between the two of them.

Even if they were sitting between the two of them, they were so close to each other, but they still felt like they were separated by two huge chasms.

Ye Fei felt an inexplicable emotion, that of loneliness.

Across a long dining table, he raised his eyes and quietly looked at Brother Hengheng across the table.

Huo Yanheng lowered his head and bit into a piece of chicken.

The way he eats is very elegant, unlike some children who make their mouths full of grease. And because he has an overly pretty face, the picture of him eating looks pleasing to the eye, like a painting.

Ye Fei unknowingly became fascinated.

When I reacted, I smelled a fragrance, the fragrance of chicken. Rich and fragrant.

He swallowed subconsciously.

Ye Fei looked at the most tender chicken leg meat in front of him. The meat was covered with rich soup and dripping with fragrance.

Holding the piece of meat was a pair of short little arms.

The dining table was not actually very wide, but Huo Yanheng still had to stand up, bend down, and stretch his short arms to pass the chicken to Ye Fei with the help of the length of his chopsticks.

That's it, we can't go any further.

A piece of fragrant and tender chicken was right in front of Ye Fei. He only had to open his mouth to bite it.

Huo Yanheng's arms were already a little sore. He tilted his head and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

I don’t want to eat, why do I keep looking at him.

Ye Fei reacted, his wet and confused eyes came back to consciousness, gathered the light, nodded, opened his mouth and bit into the piece of chicken.

Huo Yanheng: "..."

I ask you to hold the bowl, not your mouth.

Leng Qingqing noticed the interaction between the two, thought about it, and put the ground-pot chicken on a large plate and put it on the table, right in the middle.

Everyone can get it as soon as they stretch out their chopsticks.

Bai Dan said reservedly: "It's better for us to be honest and make delicious food without forgetting the big guys."

As he spoke, he quickly picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

The next second he spit it out into the palm of his hand. It was so hot that his tongue was numb. He spoke loudly: "Hot, hot, hot -"

Leng Qingqing tilted his head to look at her, smiled at her, and said in a teasing tone: "Bai Dan, why are you stealing other people's chicken again?"

Bai Dan widened his eyes and said, "Where did I steal it? How could you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air..."

Andy blew on the chicken in the bowl, poked it open with chopsticks, blew it cool and fed it to Julie, and then gave it a mouthful:

"Everyone has seen it with their own eyes and still wants to make excuses."

Bai Dan argued: "Can something between good sisters be called stealing?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the yard was filled with happy air.

Leng Qingqing brought the ground-pot chicken to the middle, and everyone understood what she meant. Soon the chicken in the pot was emptied, and even the remaining soup was poured into the rice and eaten.

Jiang Mingzhu also wants to eat it because it tastes so fragrant.

But she held back.

This must be the opponent's conspiracy, and she cannot fall into the enemy's trap.

Jiang Baoyu didn't have so many worries. He just looked around the dining table and couldn't find the public chopsticks. He didn't eat what others had eaten, let alone everyone's chopsticks.

Eat other people's saliva? Forgive him for not having this hobby.

Although the smell of ground pot chicken was indeed very tempting, he held it back.

By the end, the guests and the judges were getting along very well. You took a bite of my fried noodles and I took a bite of your pickled cabbage dumplings. Everyone was very satisfied and their stomachs bulged.

“The ground pot chicken is so fragrant…”

"I'm so full, my stomach feels so full."

"When I get rich, I will definitely hire Qingqing to be my chef."

As soon as Andy said this, all the guests nodded.

Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened, the black and thin judge burped, and the competition finally came to an end.

Except for the female villagers, the other judges gave their guests full marks.

Only the female villager was embarrassed for a while and scored a six.

Everyone knows that these six points are reward points for Jiang Baoyu and Jiang Mingzhu for overcoming difficulties and washing the fat intestines with their own hands.

If the works of these two people are really served, it will definitely be a disaster for everyone.

The Jiang brothers and sisters won the last place and became the guest group with the lowest rating.

All guests received full marks.

Jiang Mingzhu's eyes were dark.

Everyone knows how much she sacrificed, but this damn woman only gave her a six-point rating? !

Jiang Mingzhu put her hands on the table and slowly stood up, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

It's tolerable... but it's intolerable.