My Little Mom is the Richest

Mu Qiu was already completely unable to complain about this nonsense manager, and waved his hand to signal this naive fellow to hurry down.

The manager seemed to know that he had made a mistake, and smiled as if he wanted to please Mu Qiu.

Just when the manager was about to leave, he seemed to remember something suddenly, and a very professional smile appeared on his face again.

"Today is the 4th Romero Chef Competition in our hotel. Famous chefs from all over the world will come here to compete. If you are interested, we are always waiting for you!"

Mu Qiu nodded, and asked the manager to leave.

But what is this guy talking about. . The Romero Chef Competition, it seems a bit interesting, anyway, there’s nothing to do today, so it’s okay to check it out.

"Mr. Mu! Are you finally ready to go out and have a look! You are so bored, I think you are about to grow mushrooms!"

The system has changed today. Although it is not the Young Master Mu who makes people feel uncomfortable just listening to it, this President Mu can be heard personally, with a slow ridicule.

"Can you take a day off? Is it interesting to watch my life every day for you."

Mu Qiu rolled his eyes, as if protesting against this boring system.

Speaking of it, Mu Qiu's tasting of these so-called world-class delicacies is still at the Xiaobai level. It is already the limit to eat good or not. If he is asked to frown and comment one by one like on TV. In the past, I am afraid it was really difficult.

"You really don't have to worry about this, brother!"

Mu Qiu was standing in this garden on the top floor, listening to the system BB.

This is the top layer, so the degree of air flow here is completely unimaginable in the area below, so the plants here are basically some genetically modified products.

Forget it, there is nothing serious this time anyway, so let's take a look at it.

Soon after a phone call, Mu Qiu's itinerary was already arranged. As long as he spoke, this kind of thing really couldn't be easier.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hello everyone!"

After the host's various opening speeches, the game is about to begin.

And the news that Mu Qiu appeared on the scene quickly fermented, and soon caused waves on the Internet.

"Oh! This isn't the Muqiu! Why do you want to play with this? Is it because the domestic girls are tired of having fun?"

"My Muqiu male **** is awesome, even if everything is so handsome, I'm still a gourmet!"

"Mu's licking dog doesn't come to show IQ. Thank you, is there too little homework?"

The news that Mu Qiu appeared as a guest in this extremely gold-rich competition quickly attracted a large number of people eating melons. Of course, most of the comments were voices of doubt. After all, Mu Qiu came to serve as such. The judges and guests of the competition are indeed a little bit rich in suspicion.

"I'm going... Why are there so many mentally retarded and unconvinced doing everything now..."

The game has not officially started yet, and the host is still introducing the guests whom Mu Qiu basically doesn't know one by one.

"There is no way, it seems, they can only come to slap them in the face..."

Most of the netizens are dissatisfied with Mu Qiu's ability to appraise the beauty of food and its dissatisfaction, and what Mu Qiu wants to do now is to slap everyone in the face in the way he is most used to!

After all the calls came out, this time the game finally began. ,, ..