My Little Mom is the Richest

"Of course, you are the dealer."

In everyone's eyes, before the game started, the French chefs had already lost a lot of momentum.

Because Mu Qiu's pure French had completely suppressed him.

"I'll take it, Mu Qiu really has no dead ends, is there anything he doesn't know..."

"This person is really terrible. If you keep looking like this, no one can really control him..."

The barrage has also been blown in various ways, after all, Mu Qiu's hand has already suppressed most of the people.

"So, what do you want to bring today?"

The French chef was completely confident and looked at Mu Qiu with disdain.

However, in his capacity, this is not considered arrogant, after all, his ability is also considered the best in the whole world.

But he really wanted to admit it today, after all, the person he met was Mu Qiu.

"Are you testing me?"

Mu Qiu smiled slightly and looked up at him.

"You are serious, how can it be considered a test..."

The French chef slightly raised his hand and motioned to Mu Qiu to invite him first.

"Then let's start,"

At this time, all eyes of the world have gathered in these two stoves, and everyone is paying attention to the battle of Tianwang Mountain.

"If we only cook one dish, are we really sorry for so many viewers?"

The French chef suddenly got into trouble and looked at Mu Qiu with a smile on his face.

"I don't care, I listen to you."

Mu Qiu still had a face that had nothing to do with him, as if the game had nothing to do with him at all.

"If this is the case, then I propose, let us cook three dishes now, the judges remain the same, you, answer?"

Across the aisle, the French chef stretched out three fingers.

"I don't have any opinion, just listen to you."

Mu Qiu shrugged and checked his watch.

"It's better to hurry, I might be in a hurry."

This sentence almost angered the French chef on the opposite side. Facing a chef of his level, this guy actually choked himself to death with just one sentence? !

Forget it, it's not worth it with this kind of anger.

The French chef comforted himself so, and put on his headscarf tremblingly.

He has already calculated it, and the prepared items are also fighters in French cuisine. The first is Birkenti snails, Provence fish soup, and an Alsace stew.

Although it is already a commonplace dish, it is still something that can be learned.

On Mu Qiu's side, his abacus was very simple.

That is to continue his usual style.

Defeat the opponent in the area that the opponent is most familiar with, kill others, and get immediate results.

"Snails, tuna, and stew?"

It is not difficult to see the cuisine of the other party. The two hostile parties here will not set any confidential settings. After all, no one would think of cooking exactly the same dishes as their opponents.

Mu Qiu, a guy who wanders between genius and madman, is not a common person.

Although the methods of these three dishes are not secret things, everyone knows that there is definitely something for the French chef to achieve the top position in the world, and Mu Qiu, although it’s a bit weird, He is Mu Qiu! At this time, all you can do is trust.

"Wait, the ingredients Mu Qiu wants here are exactly the same as the old man!"

"I'll take it, Mu Qiu is awesome, is he good at playing like this?"

"Don't say anything, shut up and watch, I see if Mu Qiu, B, can pretend today."

All of a sudden, the barrage of the live broadcast room was also exploded, and more and more people entered the various live broadcast rooms. As long as Mu Qiu wins here, the point of manifestation will be directly earned.

The first is the snails. Needless to say, the ingredients are always the most important thing to make a dish. This French snail not only requires fresh ingredients, but also a great challenge for the chef to control the taste.

Because mustard and spices are used to maintain the balance of flavor, but mustard is also often the key to ruin the dish.

The heat is even more commonplace. Although the snails are used, the meat quality is definitely not ordinary and tender. The control of the heat is the key to a dish, and this is also the point that many people cannot achieve the ultimate.

But Mu Qiu really didn't worry about this kind of thing. With the support of the system, all these operations were like conditioned reflexes, and all appeared in Mu Qiu's hands.

"My goodness, what exactly does this Muqiu do, so fluent, did he go back and practice this every day..."

"This won't work anymore, the old man on the opposite side, most likely to lose, I think,"

"Forget it, Mu Qiu's move is fast at best. If you want to win, you still have to stay away."