Of course, more people present looked at this flame from the perspective of ordinary people.
Lively discussions continued among the crowd.
"magic?"
"trick?"
"No, it's a super power!"
In the midst of the discussion, Ye Hong's fire palm lightly touched the model on the table.
Under the cover of heat, a wonderful scene slowly unfolded.
White smoke rises slowly from the white towers made of white radish, condensing into the shape of clouds in mid-air.
It is very much like this city palace on the earth that appears when the weather is clear.
Lifelike and lifelike.
But something even more magical is yet to come.
I saw Ye Hong's palm swiping on those white clouds and mist. He molded the white mist into a lifelike dragon-shaped creature like a miraculous craftsmanship.
The white dragon surrounded the white towers, and everyone seemed to be able to hear the shocking dragon roar coming from the white dragon.
After a while, the white dragon dispersed with the wind and turned into water droplets dripping down from the air.
Unbiased, it just fell on those radishes.
I saw the radish that was originally standing tall, was beaten by water drops, and suddenly turned into strands, and fell neatly on the plate.
This fairyland-like scene made everyone's eyes dull and they almost forgot to breathe.
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
Countless years later, when those present recalled today's Master of Cooking competition, they still clearly remembered the mythical scene in front of them.
"Everyone, please taste my work [White Dragon Breathing Mist]."
Ye Hong smiled and made a welcoming gesture to the five people for tasting.
Mo Tianlin's eyes flashed. At this moment, he felt as if he had transformed into the white dragon, patrolling the city hall, the provincial hall, Jiangnan Province... and even
"What a [White Dragon Breathing Mist]!"
Mo Tianlin suddenly shouted and showed a heroic smile.
“I’ll show you my respect by trying it first!”
As he spoke, Mo Tianlin had already picked up the chopsticks, picked up the shredded radish on the plate, threw it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
And in the next second, Mo Tianlin's whole body trembled violently, as if he had been given a hundred thousand volt electric shock.
"This, this is."
He kept using his chopsticks and picked up a few more shredded radish slices, the expression on his face becoming more and more enjoyable.
"What a wonderful workmanship, what a wonderful workmanship!"
Mo Tianlin over there was praising the case, which frightened everyone else present.
Mo Tianlin was conquered by the shredded radish that can be seen everywhere on the streets in a few sections
Out of curiosity, Jiang Guchan, Himekawa Shuo, and Yao Kuang used their chopsticks one after another.
And when they tasted this seemingly ordinary shredded radish, their faces were moved.
"Immortal treasures and jade delicacies!"
"An indescribable taste!"
Ling Yan frowned and looked at the group of people, and sneered: "Don't forget, the theme of this competition is [noodles]!
No matter how delicious the shredded radish made by Ye Hong is, isn't it still an off-topic essay
I still stick to my rating: 0 points! "
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the eyes of the other four people looking at Ling Yan suddenly became extremely strange.
This weird look, like looking at a big fool, made Ling Yan feel uncomfortable all over.
"Ahem, Brother Ling, you'd better try it yourself."
Yao Kuang smoothed things over and invited Ling Yan to taste it.
Ling Yan was doubtful, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of shredded radish and put it into his mouth.
When he took the first bite, his expression changed drastically and he spat out the shredded radish on his hand.
"This, this is...!"
Ling Yan looked at the shredded radish in his hand with wide eyes and his face turned pale.
(End of chapter)