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Chapter 557 West Lake Dragon Well

The audience at the scene laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, you little beasts, go back, Daxia is not a place where you can be arrogant!"

"I was laughing so hard. I thought they were such awesome chefs. Each one of them is as good as 2,580,000 yuan. It turns out that they are so weak!"

"No, no, no, you are giving such unpalatable food to the judges. You are looking down on people!"

"Don't say that, maybe this is their limit!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Babadawo felt like he had been punched hard in the face.

"You guys are farting, this secret marinade recipe was made by my master, and it swept across the entire Japanese country. You are deliberately taking revenge!"

"Shady, I protest, I protest!"

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

The five judges slapped the table. How long had it been? How could they say there was something shady?

"Whether it tastes bad or not, don't you know after you eat it? There are still some leftovers, so you can eat it yourself!"

All five of us picked up a third of the eel with chopsticks, so there was still quite a bit left.

Babadawo didn't even use chopsticks, he just grabbed the eel with his hands and put it into his mouth.

Everyone was very disgusted: What a barbarian.

After Babadawo ate the eel, he immediately spat out the fish meat.

"No way, the fish meat I cook will never be so bad!"

His reaction made the audience even happier.

"Did you see it? You all think it's bad!"

"What else is there to say now?"

The other two people were a little surprised and also took a bite.

After eating, my face really changed.

"Baba, how did you do it? This tastes terrible!"

"That's right, this is definitely not at your level. You don't know how to charge for it, right?"

Unexpectedly, they started to become disharmonious from within.

When everyone saw this, they kept urging in their hearts: Fight quickly, fight quickly!

Babadawo sat on the ground: "Impossible, will my level be so bad?"

The judges are too lazy to care about this devil's moral character.

Now I’m looking at the Longjing shrimp prepared by Hu Qiang.

Hu Qiang brought his own food.

This Longjing Shrimp is clear in color and smells very sober.

And all the shrimps are the same size, plus green Longjing as decoration.

It smells so good and looks so good!

The five of them have heard of Hu Qiang, and his specialty is the Longjing shrimp dish.

I've eaten it before.

But this time, they felt that the taste of this Longjing shrimp seemed a little different!

"Hu Qiang, this Longjing shrimp seems to have improved a lot!" one of the judges said.

Hu Qiang chuckled: "That's because I got the training from the God of Cookery. This Longjing Shrimp is definitely the pinnacle of my life!"

It’s the God of Cookery’s training again!

Several judges directly picked up a portion of very white and tender shrimps and smelled them first.

In addition to the fresh flavor of shrimp, there is also the aroma of Longjing.

The fragrance of the two reaches the point where you are in me and I am in you.

The aroma went straight to their foreheads, and the five judges couldn't wait to eat the portion of Longjing shrimps.

"Oh my god, this Longjing shrimp is so delicious!"

"It's so fragrant. I never thought that shrimp could have such a strong Longjing aroma. It's so refreshing!"

"I just ate such an unpleasant eel and felt a mushy taste in my mouth, but this portion of Longjing shrimps directly helped me clean up the mushy taste, and I feel much more normal!"

"Hu Qiang is the well-deserved winner of this competition!"

The five judges nodded together!

Very good!

The audience at the scene shouted.

"We won, 2:0, we won the third game without any competition!"

"Master God of Cookery is really amazing. After two days of training, their strength has greatly increased!"

"What about the one who said that as long as the God of Cookery wins, he will wear a swimsuit?"

"It has been uploaded. Follow my Weibo and you will see it!"

"Brothers, I'm going first!"

"No need to go, I'm back!"

"So fast?"

"No, this person set up a follower on Weibo to view it, and then charged 5 yuan to view the picture. When I paid the money, I found out that it was a swimsuit hanging on a mannequin!"

"Hey, this is a way to make money!" www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

Now that the score was 2:0, Liu Feng looked at Dong Guangbo and asked: "The outcome has been decided, do you still want to compete?"

Dong Qianguangbo gritted his teeth and said: "Competition, of course, you have to win at least one round!"

If they admit defeat at this time, they will be really disgraced and will be stabbed in the back when they go back.

And Mitsuhiro Tokan believes that there is absolutely no way he can lose his tempura.

"Okay, but you probably have no hope of winning!"

Liu Feng can’t wait for Dongpo Pork.

He presented his dinner plate: "From now on, you Japanese chefs don't even think about winning a game in Daxia, I'm telling you!"


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