And Miss Tang who dared to be angry with Sang Yu, what the end of Tang Dynasty! He just asked her to come out to participate in a preliminary contest, why
Bai Sangyu looked at Jin Xiao's face and suddenly felt that perhaps it was correct not to bring him? She sighed secretly, this peaceful and beautiful day.
"You can't go out on the day you enter the audience. Is your company really busy?" Bai Sangyu was still a little worried.
"Don't worry." Tang Jinxiao looked sideways at Sang Yu and said, "You?"
"My question." Sang Yu smiled softly. How could she have a problem with such a major matter
"Ok."
Bai Sangyu pointed to the stage and said, "Then I will go up first."
"Welcome to the culinary contest, good morning everyone!" The flag-lifter greeted the audience, and said: "Now we invite our contestants in!"
Bai Sangyu listened to the host and felt that he had entered a fake rematch. It was as simple as that. Doesn't it require ratings
"Tang Fan." The host cherished his words like gold, only said the name, and then there was nothing, and said directly: "Next!"
Bai Sangyu said that only now will there be such a host. Five people stepped onto the stage, each in its own position.
The flag-lifter looked arrogant: "The game begins!"
Zhuge Chen only felt that his eyes were dark. That's how he presided over it. It's so awkward, awkward, and rudimentary. People who don't know thought this was a passerby picked up from the side of the road! Didn’t you give him the script? Isn’t it right
"Isn't it said that the cooking competition is broadcast live? Why is there nothing?" Suning lay in Zhang Bocai's arms holding snacks, waiting for the cooking competition that has not yet started.
"You're too anxious, the time hasn't arrived yet!" Zhang Bo held the person in his arms, smiled slightly, and said: "Why don't you buy a ticket to go to the scene?"
"It's too much trouble. It's crowded, and I can't eat it." Suning closed her eyes, found a comfortable position in her head, and said, "I started calling me."
Zhang Bocai said randomly: "It's started!"
Suning turned her head hurriedly, almost turned it over, looked and looked at the screen with her eyes, grabbed Zhang Boxai's collar with one hand, and said, "Huh? It's started?"
"I was wrong, Your Royal Highness."
Suning blinked, with a solemn expression: "Come on, drag on!"
"Are you willing?" Zhang Bocai bent over to approach Suning
"Bold common people, even dare to molest this princess in public!" Suning pretended to be angry.
"His Royal Highness"
Suning put his arm around his neck, looked directly into his eyes, and said: "Don't hurry up and drag this princess to the fuck!"
Zhang Bocai held the back of Suning's neck with one hand, with affection in his eyes, kissed her like a dragonfly, and said, "It really started."
"Tsk," Suning glanced at the TV, and said: "You really can ruin the atmosphere!" This Sang Yu has already appeared, and she can't linger with spinach anymore.
Zhang Bocai helped Suning tear open the snack bag and started the feeding mode, with a smile in his eyes: "Really? I don't think so."
"You are really straight sometimes!" Suning stared at the TV, chewing on the snack canal.
Hey, I knew I should leave for the scene a long time ago. Now I can only see one person cooking. Suning stared at the screen and wondered: "Where is the host? Where is the narrator? Just be so quiet?"
Zhang Bocai watched Sang Yu wash the strawberries and put them into the juicer before processing other fruits. The movements are smooth and the schedule is reasonable. It seems that I have practiced many times. I really have a heart.
Another girl called Tang Fan, he felt a little familiar, but didn't care. She was leaning against the wall, dragging her cheek with one hand, looking at all the ingredients, her eyes were not focused, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
As soon as the camera turned, he reached Tang Mo. This person Zhang Bocai remembers clearly, the host of the Milan restaurant, he probably can't forget them either. After thinking about this, Zhang Bocai turned his attention to the person next to him, and saw Suning frowning, and said, "Is there something wrong?"
"That girl, I feel that Sang Yu is a bit hanged in this competition." Suning chewed snacks,
"How to say?"
Suning pointed to Tang Fan and said, "This person, we saw this at the Milan restaurant last time, and he was the one hanging next to the chef."
Zhang Bocai reacted and said: "They are so different, some of them didn't recognize it."
"Yes. Obviously a scumbag and a tyrant's rhythm." Suning complained, and then said: "You see that others have clearly planned what to do in advance, and have practiced it many times. They just came up. Start doing it, right?"
"Well, that's right." Zhang Bo felt that this was normal, and said, "Isn't this the same as writing questions before the final exam?"
"Almost." Suning turned over, lying on Zhang Bocai's lap, facing the TV, and said: "It's almost the same."
"The question types of our exams are the same. As long as the question types are thoroughly researched, brushing the questions will be useful for the final exam. However, they didn't know what kind of fruits and vegetables they saw on the field before participating in the competition. They could only rely on predictions. "
"But the game is nothing more than common fruits and vegetables, it's not hard to guess."
Suning continued: "Yes, but they take it for granted. The judges are top figures in the culinary and gastronomical world. They can taste it even if the heat is a little different." She smiled: "It's not the same as our nose and tongue. ."
On the screen, Sang Yu has all the fruits ready.
"This doesn't even include some people's manipulation of ingredients." Suning's eyes darkened.
Zhang Bocai was taken aback, and said, "How do you do this kind of open competition?"
Suning glanced again and said, "Sang Yu's salt should have been replaced."
Zhang Bocai's hands stopped. If he could think about it before this, this sentence is a realm that he could not reach anyway.
Suning raised her head and drew the snack into her mouth, and licked Zhang Bocai's finger by the way. When she saw Zhang Bocai quickly retracted her finger, she smiled and lay back contentedly. Continued: "The particle size of salt and sugar are different, and the color is also slightly different. Of course, the smell is even more different."
The white sangyu filled a spoonful of salt and just wanted to put it in the egg, but she felt something was wrong. She lowered her head and smelled it, the sweet smell. She dipped a little bit with her hand and tasted it. She thought it might be a problem with her sense of taste. How could it be sweet
Tang Jinxiao watched Sang Yu stop and felt nervous for a while, because he knew how many times she had done it, and so many exercises were just to show himself perfectly today.
Because he has eaten every test product of Sangyu, he has been eating cake these days. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, and dessert. Although this cake is delicious, it can be eaten every day and it is delicious, but it always thinks of other foods, so a bowl of fried noodles is so likable.
But today is different.