Chapter 1682: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 16

Chapter 1682: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 16

Jiang Hai's brows were ecstatic, his fingers stroked the soybean's hair, and he laughed like a lunatic.

"It's okay, the day after tomorrow is the final, and when the final is over, I can go back."

"It's amazing. Although you can't eat what kind of food you've made, it can satisfy your cravings just by listening to you."

"Dragon and phoenix are auspicious, the taste is relatively light, and the nutritional value is high."

"This dish is good, the name is auspicious, the taste is good, and the appearance is better. Just listening to the name makes my saliva drool.

"It's okay, I'll make it for you when I go back."

Jiang Haichao's heart immediately warmed, like a small flame throbbing in his chest.

"How embarrassing this is, I hope you can win the championship."

After clicking send, Jiang Haichao sent a video call invitation.

Will she take it?

Do you think he is being rash.

Does he want to end this video invitation immediately.

Video is on.

Jiang Haichao, who has been concerned for two days, appears in the video.

His lips were dry, his heart beat faster, and he was a little incoherent with joy: "You really picked it up, I thought you wouldn't pick it up. Look at Xiao Huangdou, the soybean is here!"

Jiang Haichao is like a teenager in first love, reckless, enthusiastic and eager, looking at her face, he begins to be fascinated and his breath tightens.

Is his hair okay? Is there anything dirty on your face?

Jiang Haichao hurriedly turned the camera to Soybean and let Shu Ange look at Soybean, his fingers trembled non-stop.

"Have you been obedient in the past two days, have you done any damage to your house?"

Her voice was transmitted through WeChat video, which was a little different from usual, with a little more tenderness in the distortion.

"Soybean is very good. I fed him pet biscuits and a bottle of milk."

"It's troublesome to breastfeed, don't get used to this little thing."

When Jiang Haichao switched the camera, Shu Ange saw the computer screen lit behind him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you coding? Are you busy or not, is it convenient for you to speak?"

"Convenient, of course convenient, coding requires inspiration and frequent breaks. What are you doing?"

"I'm working on some documents."

"Do you need to process documents when cooking, do you need me to help you?"

Jiang Haichao showed a blank look on his face, and offered to do things for Shu Ange.

"Hehe, you don't need to deal with any documents when cooking, it's something else."

Shu Ange said a word, but Jiang Haichao didn't ask any further.

He racked his brains, tried to find a topic, said a lot, and felt every word like nonsense.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Haichao reluctantly hung up the video.

After hanging up the video, Jiang Haichao recalled his previous performance, closed his eyes and smashed the keyboard with his head.

"Why am I so stupid, what I said just now. Why can I be so eloquent in front of others, and like a fool in front of Shu Ange."

After being depressed, Jiang Haichao ran to the finish group and wailed.

The ebb and flow: "Comrades, I suddenly found out that I have a social barrier, ah ah ah!"

Moonlight Qu: "It doesn't matter, according to scientific research, nine and a half out of ten online writers have social barriers, and half are not at all social."

Mianmian: "+1, you are not alone."

Little Phoenix: "The tide ebbs and flows, and the tide of the river is spring, so what are you howling? The courtship was rejected?"

Moonlight Song: "Little Phoenix, I like your sharpness."

The tide ebbs and flows: "Don't talk nonsense, the neighbor went to participate in the cooking competition. Today is the first time I have a video with her, and I feel like a mental retardation."

A finger at Chunqiu: "I'm here to join in the fun, I can't help my cubs, Haichao's heart is really budding."

Jiang Haichao blushed at what they said, tapped his fingers on the keyboard a few times, and finally replied fiercely: "Say a few words, I just don't have a heart, light a cigarette jpg, you haven't eaten the dishes made by your neighbors, then It's simply unparalleled!"

He gave a rainbow fart in the group, in exchange for everyone hehe.

After closing the chat window, Jiang Haichao suppressed his excitement and was about to code, when the editor Su Feng knocked on him.

Thinking of Shu Ange, who was still fighting in Qingxi City, Jiang Haichao waved his hand and directly agreed to participate in the popular pk competition.

For Shu Ange, he, the great salted fish god, has to fight.

Moreover, he needed an opportunity to tell Shu Ange his identity.

What else can surprise people more than the live broadcast.

After the fierce competition, the "Chingxi Master Chef Competition" successfully entered the finals.

Shu Ange entered the final with the first result in the preliminary round, which attracted the attention of all the players.

Different from the preliminary round, those who can enter the finals, except Shu Ange, are all over 30 years old.

They are either their own bosses or restaurant chefs, all with amazing résumés.

In the final, you can bring two apprentices to fight, and the participating chefs have to make three dishes of two meat and one vegetarian within four hours.

The judges are composed of five expert chefs and fourteen gourmet diners.

Shu Ange looked at the lineup and thought to himself, if Jiang Haichao was there, he would definitely try his best to be a public judge.

"Dear guests and distinguished judges, hello everyone! The finals of the Qingxi Master Chef Competition are about to begin. In order to hold the competition fairly and justly, the contestants will draw lots to decide the dishes."

The host's remarks made the faces of the contestants change slightly.

"Usually it's not just limited to the theme, how can I limit the names of the dishes today."

"If you can't cook the dishes you get, it's a joke."

As soon as the rules of the final came out, some people were happy and some were sad.

"Scared, this is just right, Lao Zheng, I look for various recipes to make new dishes every day. I want to come, today's competition will not be difficult for me."

"It doesn't matter what kind of dishes he cooks, he just picks up a kitchen knife and cooks it. I started the business at the age of fifteen and have been cooking for more than 20 years. I'm afraid that this will be a little test."

The chefs acted as if they were one husband and one man, and Shu Ange looked even more frail when he was alone.

She is about the same age as the apprentices brought by other chefs, and she is also a female class, and she is inevitably disliked in the male-dominated chef world.

Shu Ange has a brand name sticker in front of the table. The semi-final number is based on the results of the preliminary round. She is the No. 1 player.

The reporters, carrying cameras, shuttled in front of the kitchen counters and took pictures of each chef.

When the lottery was drawn, Shu Ange looked indifferent.

"Contestant No. 1, goose breast with rouge, stewed elbow with ham, and lotus root tofu."

The host's voice fell, and the people in the audience looked at Shu Ange with a little more sympathy.

The names of these dishes are simple, but they are not easy to make. Lotus pod tofu is a home-cooked dish in "Notes of Lao Xue'an", and the other two have appeared in A Dream of Red Mansions.

"Contestant No. 1 is very lucky. He has won three dishes full of classical charm at once. Now, Contestant No. 2 is invited to draw lots."

On the judges stage, the two judges whispered softly.

"This little girl is young, I'm afraid she doesn't even know the allusions of these dishes, it's hard to do it well."