Chapter 1716: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 50

Chapter 1716: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 50

Facing the host's concern, Mu Lian became more and more panicked.

The tingling sensation in the fingers from time to time is still tolerable after getting used to it.

Sweat dripped from her temples, her face was pale, and her hands trembled slightly.

The admiration and surprise of the audience under the stage swept her like a nightmare.

"I didn't get it, just a little uncomfortable."

There are six minutes left until the countdown ends.

Mu Lian's dry voice was weak and weak, she struggled to pass the white thread through the tiny needle eye, holding the needle in one hand and the bean sprout in the other.

The first dish, Cheng Huai, is ready, she must put in a few bean sprouts.

At this time, Mu Lian had already reduced his target to a few.

The tip of the needle pierced the bean sprouts, and the little milky white fish paste fell on the chopping board.

Mu Lian took a deep breath and changed another bean sprout, her hands shaking even more.

This scene is really embarrassing, and the two hostess who are so eloquent can't find the right lines to round up the scene.

In the pk session in the past, the participating chefs would show their housekeeping skills, which opened the eyes of the audience.

Mu Lian's performance is incomparable even to ordinary chefs, let alone Shu Ange opposite her.

"pk time is over."

After Xiaoxing announced the end, Shu Ange put down his real needles and bean sprouts.

"It's said that work is done slowly, but our big chef broke this perception. When she stuffed the fish paste just now, I was so nervous that I didn't expect her to poke a single bean sprout."

Xiaoxiang's tone was full of admiration. Jiang Haichao smiled and gave Shu Ange a thumbs up: "Pangpanchu is very good, and I like her cooking very much. And she works very hard, and often finds it in various ancient books. Recipes for classic dishes."

"The target character's favorability rating is +13, and the current favorability rating is 91."

It's impossible to hide liking someone, and that's how Jiang Haichao likes Shu Ange.

"Hehe, it can be seen that Haichao guests admire the huge chef very much. Let's count how many bean sprouts the two chefs wore in total."

Xiaoxing and Xiaoxiang counted the mung bean sprouts on their plates respectively, and an embarrassing scene appeared.

Mu Lian didn't wear a single one of them, and Xiaoxiang saw this situation for the first time, so she could only laugh and say: "Chef Mu doesn't seem to be in a good state today, it seems that today I can only taste the silver bud stew cooked by the huge chef. ."

Nervousness will make people's thinking dull. After Mu Lian realized that she had lost a big clown, she regretted that she had not made a decisive decision and hurt her hand with a knife.

"It's amazing, we just checked repeatedly and confirmed that the huge chef wore a total of 180 bean sprouts within 15 minutes!"

The audience burst out in amazement, and the camera completely focused on Shu Ange.

She had a calm and steady demeanor, defeated Mu Lian by a large margin, without any arrogance, and simmered Yinya into the pot in front of everyone.

The program has entered the last link - food sharing.

The two hosts, five guests, and three lucky spectators drawn on the spot will all be eligible to taste the food and score points.

Mu Lian only cooked one dish, so she lost the game before it even started.

The eggplant is delicious, and the silver bud stew is crystal clear like a work of art.

Several people held chopsticks and small plates, and after tasting Shu Ange's dishes, they were full of praise.

"It's delicious. The food in "A Dream of Red Mansions" really isn't meant to be fooled. There are more than a dozen different flavors in a small dish."

"Thanks to the two chefs for doing a good job. If I were to cook, there would be a pile of vegetable puree."

The guest Xiaoling squinted and jokingly, and stretched out her chopsticks to Yinya Braised.

"Huh, it's the first time I've eaten fish like this. Sea bass is already delicious. After doing this, it's no worse than fairy meat."

Those who were invited to be the guests of [Food Colors and Fragrance] are all people who love food, and they are also very good at appreciating food.

"Chef Mu's eggplant dish is good, but the oil and salt are a little heavy, and it won't be so fresh after a long time."

They not only praise, but also pick out the inadequacies of the dishes.

Jiang Haichao tasted the Shu Ange dish and was satisfied: "I want to give these two dishes a 10. According to my level, I really can't pick out any faults."

"Everyone has won the prize, I still have a lot to learn."

Shu Ange's flattering attitude greatly improved everyone's perception of her.

Mu Lian looked embarrassed, and she was absent-minded in her answers, which formed a clear confrontation with her previous arrogant appearance. Everyone just felt that she was too much to lose.

After the show, the audience left the venue and the staff cleaned up the venue.

Mu Lian took off her chef's hat, held a kitchen knife in her hand, approached Shu Ange, and asked with red eyes, "It's you, right? It's your hands and feet!"

Jiang Haichao was walking towards Shu Ange, and when he saw this scene, his face changed immediately.

He hurried up and protected Shu Ange behind him and shouted angrily, "What do you want to do, security, someone here is holding a kitchen knife and wants to kill."

After being yelled at by him, Mu Lian realized that her actions were inappropriate, and hurriedly put the kitchen knife back into the carrying box.

The security had already rushed up, and she said with an embarrassed expression: "I didn't mean to kill, I just forgot to put down the kitchen knife when I spoke."

Speaking of which, Mu Lian forced a smile.

She didn't dare to turn her face. Even if she lost her face in the food show and was ridiculed by the audience, she still didn't dare to jump over the wall.

Cheng Huai was injured again, and Mu Lian had nowhere to vent her despair, so she couldn't hold back her emotions.

But she knew that if she really moved the knife on a logarithmic basis, her future would be ruined.

Mu Lian couldn't let go of her future, fame and fortune, how could she dig her own grave.

"Oh, chefs have some occupational diseases. But talking with a kitchen knife is easy to misunderstand. I hope Chef Mu can change it."

After Shu Ange finished speaking, he thanked the staff and went out with Jiang Haichao.

Mu Lian stared at her back, her fingernails digging out two deep impressions on her palm, trying to control herself not to catch up.

These days, slightly famous programs are broadcast on the Internet, and [Food Color and Fragrance] is no exception.

Two hours after the TV broadcast, the most popular video site released a new issue of [Food Color and Fragrance].

When Mu Lian returned home, the living room was brightly lit. Father Mu Guangcheng and mother relatives sat skillfully on the sofa, their faces darker than the other.

"Dad... Mom."

Mu Lian's voice was weak, and the portrait was seriously ill.

She did seem to be seriously ill. She was embarrassed in front of so many people. How could a person with strong self-esteem be able to bear it.

When she looked at the screen of her phone, the string of missed calls and unread messages on it made her eyes hurt like a red soldering iron stabbed her.

Mu Lian didn't look at a single one, and went home in despair.

She longed to find some solace at home and strength from her parents.

"What happened to you on the show today?"

Mu Guangcheng was so angry that his teeth were rattling. In order to win people over and show off his daughter, he specially played [Food, Color and Fragrance] in Bazhenlou.