Two hundred and forty-seventh chapter two and short-sighted good and evil cook god
With less than ten minutes left before the official start of the game, Dongfang Qing led several staff on the field to conduct a final inspection of various equipment for the game. After confirming that everything was in good condition, Dongfang Qing walked back with a smile.
He walked to the judges' table and then sat in his seat.
After exchanging a few cordial words with Chairman Liu next to her, and smiling and nodding with Judge Li who greeted her, Dongfang Qing looked at the taciturn person next to her.
Seeing that he had already sat down, he had no intention of speaking, and just sat there silently. Seeing this, Dongfang Qing smiled, and then naturally stretched out her hand to help her husband tidy up his T-shirt.
of folds.
"You're here, why don't you smile? The reporters are all here." Dongfang Qing was like a virtuous wife, gently arranging the man's clothes, and was extremely considerate.
The young man with withered white hair, upon hearing this, blinked his deep and weathered black pupils, and smiled helplessly.
"I said I wouldn't come, and this place... isn't suitable for me either."
He still looks pretty when he smiles. The corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, and coupled with his delicate face, he looks very good-looking.
But in front of that lifeless white hair, in that extremely stiff smile, there was too much bitterness and reluctance, because he hadn't smiled for a long time, and the muscles on his face had already fallen into a certain kind of...
Permafrost-like stiffness.
Looking at the contestants from major hotels who started to enter the venue, Dongfang Qing held his cold hand, smiled slightly, and spoke in a very gentle tone.
"It's not good to stay at home all the time. Besides, I've been preparing for this competition for a long time. Just think of it as helping me, okay?" Dongfang Qing rarely let go of her strong woman side and showed a very serious look.
Cute look.
The man was silent for a while, then nodded.
"All right."
Dongfang Qing smiled with satisfaction, and then she put her ear to her husband's ear. Dongfang Qing blinked her beautiful eyes and said mysteriously.
"By the way, there's someone you might be interested in soon."
"who?"
"Haha, you'll know it when you see it."
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Jiufeng Hotel from Anhui, Tianyue Hotel from Hebei, Shanggang Hotel from Linshi, and Tianlong Hotel. At 8:25, contestants from the four hotels entered the venue together.
"Thank you everyone, I will work hard, thank you all for your support, I love you too, God of Good and Evil Chef will definitely let everyone see my most powerful side today!"
Luo Wen went up and gave Lu Ziming a kick, "Get back!"
Lu Ziming, who was waving to the air enthusiastically, turned his head innocently after receiving a kick from Luo Wen, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said.
"Master, what are you doing? I just want more people to know about us."
Looking at the innocent look of the Good and Evil God of Cooking and his glasses with no lenses at all, Rowan was almost so angry that he vomited blood because of this short-sighted man who wanted to be in the limelight.
Hooking Lu Ziming's shoulders, and taking a new pair of glasses from Robert's hand behind him, Luo Wen slapped the 800-degree myopia glasses on Comrade Lu Ziming's face, and then locked it tightly.
The good and evil chef's neck said.
"If you dare not wear glasses again just to look cool, I'll chop you up and feed you to my blood servant!"
Listening to his young master's voice, which sounded like a ghost demanding life, and feeling the cold air from Luo Wen's breath on the back of his neck, Zi Ming couldn't help but shiver.
After putting on myopia glasses, or a blind person regaining his sight, Lu Ziming first blinked his eyes that were almost blind, and then carefully adjusted the myopia glasses on the bridge of his nose, ah, at this moment, Ziming's
The light finally returned to his eyes, and he finally saw everything in front of him clearly. It turned out that there were no spectators in the Tianchao game...
Yes, Comrade Lu Ziming, the Good and Evil Chef God, is extremely short-sighted, with a degree of myopia as high as 850 degrees. Well, he is not blind, he is blind...
As we all know, Ziming is a chef, but a young, handsome and good cook like him will be highly sought after wherever he is. However, in the Demon Party, a party mainly composed of fighting members
Here, Ziming's identity has always been embarrassing because he only knows how to cook, and his abilities are also related to cooking...
Over the years, the Devil's Party has considered several times whether to simply release him from home. Anyway, he has no abilities and would not be of much use if he was kept. Although he is indeed good at cooking, it would be a waste to let Tsimi
The elders of the Demon Party still did not agree with the idea of a direct descendant of the Greek ethnic group serving as a cook, as they always felt that they were sorry for Ziming's ancestors.
After all, an outstanding person like Zi Ming, placed in the world of ordinary people, would definitely have no worries about food and clothing and be prosperous all his life. How can it be like now, sitting by the pot every day, unable to do anything except cooking every day?
The value of life......
Therefore, for more than ten years, the childhood playmates and the true second-generation blood descendants of the Demon Party have grown into the backbone of the Demon Party. Only Zi Ming is still dispensable.
, after struggling for so many years, fighting silently for so many years, the Good and Evil Kitchen God has never left the cooking pot once... I have to say it is a shame.
You know, Zi Ming suffers from the second grade disease. Usually after finishing cooking for the demon gang, he would watch anime silently by himself, imagining that one day he would be able to fight against all the invincible enemies in the world.
But his useless abilities and poor physical skills made Ziming, who had always longed for success, had always been a little bit sick of middle school, and always hoped to become famous all over the world, fell into deep sadness.
Of course, Rowan would have to be crazy to let him go to the front line as a cook...
But today, a turning point came, and he, Lu Ziming, could finally rise again!
If possible, Ziming would like to thank the person who put the sacred vessel as a prize in the cooking competition, because it was him who gave him the opportunity, it was this cooking competition that gave him the opportunity, and it was this competition that allowed him to
He has always stood at the rear and cooked in obscurity for more than ten years. He has become the most important key to the victory of the devil party!
There were tears of excitement in Ziming's eyes.
Little does he know how many years he has been waiting for this day. You know, for today's hard-won competition to prove his strength, Zi will get up at five o'clock in the morning and start dressing himself up. At six o'clock, he will put on the chef clothes he washed last night.
I took it out and washed it again. At 6:30, I stood in the bathroom with a hair dryer to dry my clothes. At 6:40, Luo Wen, who was angry about getting out of bed, pressed me down in the bathroom and gave me a severe beating...
At seven o'clock, I put on my chef uniform, at seven o'clock I sprayed my hair with hairspray. At seven twenty, for the sake of image, I replaced my myopia glasses with nice-looking plain frames, and then...then I hugged my tool box.
Zi Ming sat on the sofa in the living room until he went downstairs at ten past eight.
What a touching story this is. A blind man, a man who can't even see without his myopia glasses, in order to leave a good image in this competition, actually doesn't even wear a lifeblood? And as soon as he enters
Everyone in the venue happily greeted the surrounding air, which shows how much Zi Ming hopes to prove himself, and how miserable he has been in the past ten years...
But now, looking at the empty venue and the competition venue with only a dozen people including the staff, Ziming sat down on the ground with a bang, the expression on his face was as sad as if he had lost everything.
Sitting silently on the ground, Zi Ming's salty face even had a big word "death" on it. His face also changed from rosy at the beginning to gray. That gray face had already become pale.
It is filled with despair about life.
Haha, there is no audience, haha, there is nothing... except for the opponent who is the judge, there is only one camera, and even the host can't see... Hehe, hehe, it's over, my life is a piece of cake.
It's dark. I have no chance to become famous in the world. I can only cook honestly in this life. No one will know my name as the God of Good and Evil Cooking in my whole life. In the end,
I can only die of old age beside the pot.
Haha, I really want to die, I really want to die now.
"Hey, Lu Ziming, what are you doing? Why are you showing such a desperate expression? Why don't you stand up for me!"
"Master, I want to die." Ziming looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes and murmured softly.
Luo Wen was silent for three seconds, and then he took out a kitchen knife from Zi Ming's work box.
"Then go die!"
"Master, Master, calm down, Master!"
"Master, we understand that he has always wanted everyone to know his cooking skills."
"Master, it's really inappropriate for Ziming to disturb you this morning, but don't be so irritable!"
The three handsome guys from the Demon Party tried their best to drag Luo Wen, who was getting angry. Luo Wen, who had been quarreling with Lu Ziming all morning, had already been holding back his anger. He wanted to kill Lu Ziming with a knife like crazy, but the person involved, Lu Ziming, was so quiet.
Sit quietly on the ground, raise your chin, look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and feel the joys and sorrows of life.
Looking at the commotion among the demon party members, the expressions on the faces of all the judges were a little confused, wondering what on earth you are here for. It is strange enough that a group of foreigners and mixed races came to the Chinese food competition, but in the end you
Now it's still like this...
Seeing that the situation below was becoming more and more uncontrollable, Dongfang Qing hurriedly took the microphone from the table and said with a wry smile to the chaotic scene in the audience, "Contestants, please stop making trouble and please go to your work stations as soon as possible.
Okay, the game is about to start. Also, although there are no spectators today, the video will still be broadcast on local TV stations, so as long as you do it well, there will still be opportunities for people to get to know you."
Rowan dropped the kitchen knife in his hand, gasping for air and his chest heaving. He was obviously too angry with the Good and Evil Chef.
"Did you hear what I said? As long as you do well, you are still...what the hell?"
Looking at his empty feet, Rowan was stunned, and the next second, the resurrected voice of the Good and Evil Chef God came from the chef's workbench next to him.
"Master, let's work hard!" Zi Ming stood in front of the chef's workbench with a proud face, folding his arms and scanning the judges with lofty and proud eyes.
"When did you go there?"
Turning his head slightly, Zi Ming could not see a trace of decadence on his body. He was full of high morale. He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses. The thick lenses actually flashed a ray of light at this moment?
Lowering his head and pushing up his glasses, Zi Mingzhong smiled.
"Master, let us welcome the flames of the doomsday together."
Rowan took a deep breath, then looked back at the three people behind him.
"Tell me to calm down and tell me not to get angry with that chuunibyou!"
The other three people hurriedly gathered around Luo Wen, constantly fanning the angry Luo Wen and comforting him.
"Master, calm down, you must calm down."
"Master, please don't be angry. Whether we can get the holy weapon this time depends entirely on Zi Ming."
"Young master, please bear with me. For the sake of the holy weapon, please bear with this secondary disease."
Rowan took a deep breath and threw the kitchen knife aside, "Okay, I'll bear with it. If this kid doesn't behave well today, I'll see if I chop him up and feed him to the blood servant."
Seeing that Rowan had calmed down, the Clintons and the other three breathed out a sigh of relief.
There is no way, the young master is fine on weekdays, but the problem of being angry when getting up is not good. If he cannot sleep peacefully until he wakes up naturally, then their more spooky young master Luo Wen will be there for the next day.
It turns into a violent giant beast and wreaks havoc everywhere. It's not over until all the anger is gone... (To be continued)