The villain is being forced to whitewash again

Xu Wanyang smiled on the surface, but was kneeling and wailing in his heart. What gave him the illusion that this group of people would be normal?God, are these bastards the fruit of the tree?Didn't you really come here to smash his place on purpose?

Although he had already collapsed to the point of doubting his life, the professionalism he had practiced for many years played a role at this time. He finally felt better after taking a deep breath, and there was no sudden heart attack and being put on a brace after rolling his eyes. lift away.

"The third question was a tie, and the scores were ignored. In the second round of the competition, everyone except No. [-] got one point. The performance of Qin Kong's player seems to be not very good. He is far behind the other players. Come on, then the competition of morality and wisdom is over, now let us meet the final round of beauty competition!"

His colleagues brought a lot of exclusive items from the kitchen to the stage, including pots, pans and pans, as well as a variety of seafood and vegetables in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Really unable to understand these diametrically opposed operations, Liu Huanghuang couldn't help but raised a hand, his face full of doubts, and asked everyone's question, "Master, you let others take so many cooking tools and tools. Why are the ingredients on the stage? Isn’t it a beauty contest?”

Xu Wanyang stretched out a finger and shook it, and said proudly: "Hey, my dear, what you said is very wrong, what is beauty? I think that although the beauty of the appearance is very important, the beauty of the heart is even more important! Wouldn’t it be extremely superficial if it was just a comparison of looks? Knowing how to cook well can increase your charm several times. Isn’t this a manifestation of spiritual beauty? So this round of comparison is everyone’s The most delicious dishes can touch the hearts of the three judges the most."

How the hell can you still talk like this?Hearing Xu Wanyang's nonsense, Zhao Bian was stunned. Didn't he say that it was better than anything else? Why did it compare to cooking?Whoever came up with the coquettish operation is obviously digging a fire pit that people can't climb up!

Qin Shi is the former leader of the Demon Cult who usually opens his mouth for food and stretches out his hands for clothes. After 100 years of retreat and practice, he probably doesn't need to eat anymore. He only needs to take a breath and collect the essence of the sun and the moon to be full. (Qin Shi's mouth twitched: No, okay.) But it's hard to say exactly that his culinary skills will be rubbish, after all, after living for 100 years, he has a lot of experience in all aspects.

Ling Qingshan is either on the way to kill people or on the way back after killing people every day. It is quite a needle in a haystack to meet a normal inn in the wilderness that is not a black shop that specializes in selling human meat buns. It's commonplace, and the craftsmanship of picnicking in the wild should not be poor.

And Liu Linlin's favorite thing to do is to eat, drink and have fun. His tongue has tasted all the delicacies of mountains and seas. Because of this, the northwest wind is often blowing in his pocket. The dishes are probably good, if not top-notch.

After a long calculation, among these few people, he is the only one left who is a real cooking idiot. The experience he has so far is that four-year-old earthworms are mixed with sand, eight-year-old is refining centipede medicinal wine, and 11-year-old orders takeout to be delivered to home habits to this day...

Why?Why let him face this test that is harder than ascending to the sky!Hateful, hateful!Zhao Bian knelt down and beat the ground in his heart, crying so much that his face was full of tears. If he had known this, he should have trained in hell in advance, so he wouldn't be suffering at this moment.

Although he couldn't speak with tears in his heart, no matter what happened, the competition had to continue. Seeing that his companions began to carefully select the ingredients, he could only sigh sadly, and resigned to his fate to take the whole portion for himself.

Xu Wanyang put an hourglass on the table, "Time an hour, please use all your energy to prepare your best dishes, I now announce the official start of the competition!"

The sand in the hourglass gradually slides down from the top to the bottom of the bottle below. Everyone is washing vegetables, chopping them quickly, shaking the pan and stir-frying them. The movements are as gorgeous as a fish leaping out of the water, and it is no longer silent. Leaping in with no sound, there was no uproar among the lotus flowers, as if all these things were a piece of cake for them. Experts, except Zhao Bian.

When the others were working in full swing, he was facing the live fish bouncing on the cutting board, his soul was out of his body, and he wanted to escape...but couldn't escape...I just want to return to refining poison life, even if it's just for a second...

Suddenly a person approached beside him, Xu Wanyang looked at the live fish struggling to escape from the kitchen knife standing beside him, and at the hourglass that had already dropped half a bottle of sand, "Contestant Zhao Bian, are you still planning to start work? It's almost halfway through, are you planning to give up? Do you want me to help you abstain?"

"No!" For some reason, Zhao Bian suddenly felt very angry and unwilling. He grabbed the kitchen knife, pulled it from the cutting board in an instant, and pointed it straight at the hot sun in the sky. He stared at the kitchen knife. Yang also raised his head, and looked at the kitchen knife with his palm half-blocking the sun, although he didn't know what's so good about a broken kitchen knife...

"No matter what, even if the final outcome fails, I will never give up!"

Looking at Zhao Bian who was determined to put down his bold words, Xu Wanyang was expressionless... Brother, this is really just cooking, not saving people. Listen to my advice, the judges are all doing well, no one is starving to death and paralyzed There is only a mouthful of food waiting on the chair, please cook a normal meal like an ordinary person!

The last grain of sand finally fell to the bottom of the bottle. Xu Wanyang smiled and said, "Okay, everyone put down their spatulas and put the dishes in the dishes. Qin Kong will serve the dishes first."

Qin Kong put the dishes he had prepared on the judges' tables, and lifted the lid, revealing three bowls of fried rice with eggs!The eyes of the three judges stared straight.

Xu Wanyang was also dumbfounded, "Wait, this contestant, although I'm talking about making the best dishes, isn't this too casual? This is egg fried rice that a three-year-old can cook, are you sure? Want to use it for a game?"

Qin Kong nodded calmly, "Yes, is there a rule that you can't make fried rice with eggs?"

Xu Wanyang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and bitterly said: "Also... I didn't say no..."

Qin Kong said: "There is no rule that says you can't make fried rice with eggs, so my dish complies with the rules of the competition. Let the three judges taste it."

Looking at the egg fried rice placed in front of his eyes, although the three judges didn't say anything, their interest was very boring. Who hasn't eaten egg fried rice in this life?Is it necessary to taste the taste of the leftovers and fry them casually with eggs?

However, despite the truth, superficial skills still have to be done. The three judges moved their chopsticks at the same time, picked up a small piece of egg fried rice and put it in their mouths, ready to chew and swallow it casually before giving a friendship score. , suddenly his expression was sluggish, and his soul seemed to be trapped in an endless whirlpool.

When the rice grains are lightly touched by the teeth, they explode instantly like the overripe beans in the pods. The soft heart inside flows into the tip of the tongue, and it is as silky as fresh honey just picked. The harder it is to chew, the more Q-bouncy it feels. It not only tastes like eggs but also has a hint of sweetness from rice. It seems that the two are combined into one during the stir-fry process.

The chopsticks in the hands of Master Huang Qinshi, Editor-in-Chief Li, and Mr. Zheng dropped on the table, and each of them raised their heads and shed tears. The three of them closed their eyes and murmured to themselves, as if their souls had been sublimated: "... It's the best egg fried rice I've ever eaten in my life."

...Is that an exaggeration?Is it so delicious!Xu Wanyang was deeply skeptical of the three judges' comment that this thing was only in the sky, picked up a piece with chopsticks in disbelief and muttered: "The atmosphere has indeed been mobilized, but the performance is too exaggerated, just a bowl of eggs Why is the fried rice so exciting, I will try it myself..."

With a plop, he knelt down, covered his face and wept bitterly, damn, why?Why is it so delicious that I cry!

Zhao Bian, Ling Lushui, Liu Huanghuang: Digging!So you, a bad old man who pretends to be tender, have been hiding it all the time?

Master Huang Qin wiped away his tears and said, "I give ten points to this dish!"

Editor-in-Chief Li said excitedly: "I am a very demanding person, but I have to nod in agreement at this time. Ten points are not enough in front of this dish. I will give it [-] points!"

Mr. Zheng said with a smile: "It's a great dish, but my old lady cooks it better, but I still need to encourage it, very much."

Xu Wanyang's face was full of excitement, "Three ten points! Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen a perfect score for all the hosts I've been a host for so many years. Is No. 1 in this round going to be a certainty? Come right away Look at the dishes made by contestant Zhao Bian!"

Zhao Bian came forward with the dishes, and said without any pretentiousness that he was really going to be nervous to death.

The lid was lifted, Xu Wanyang lowered his head to look at the plate indifferently, turned his head lightly and suddenly turned back and forth sharply, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood, "This is... what is this?"

Zhao Bian bit the bullet and said, "...tomato fish balls."

Do you dare to say again that this is tomato fish ball?It's clearly a fish ball that was stained with the other's blood after killing someone just now!How on earth did such a realistic blood state of bright red come out, big brother!Did you really not sneak in real materials?Xu Wanyang was shocked.

Zhao Bian lowered his head, not daring to look directly at it, "...invite the three judges to taste."

Master Huang picked up the fish balls, was silent for a while, then raised his head and asked, "...is this really a tomato?"

Zhao Bian said, "Yes."

Everyone present: Believe in you!

Huang Qinshi put the fish ball into her mouth, and her face immediately changed. She put her hands on her forehead, and when she raised her head again, the fish ball had been swallowed by force, and she said calmly: "Actually, it's okay... …vomit!"

On one side, the piano master Huang vomited wildly in the trash can. Editor-in-Chief Li looked at the tomato fish balls in front of him with a heavy face. He picked up the chopsticks with difficulty from a plate of red blood and stuffed them into his mouth tremblingly, "Ouch!"

Mr. Zheng picked up the chopsticks without changing his face, ate the fish balls, put down the chopsticks, and said with a smile: "It's delicious, and it's as tender as my old lady's."

Everyone present: Do you have any misunderstanding about the word tenderness?