Chapter 2120 Fall in Love with the Taste of the Chef 10

There are only a few dishes that I can cook.

What is it like to be so awesome now, but later on, you still have to rely on yourself.

After all, he has already advanced, and already has six points.

As my father said, at this stage, people who want to score more than five points are very rare.

If it weren't for the age requirement, Dad would have personally fought, and he wouldn't let himself take the risk.

Thinking of this, Han Moli became very determined again.

Anyway, listening to their father's words, they stepped on Zheng Qingyu together, and their Huang family will surely flourish.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Han Moli was thinking about it, but at this moment, the crowd burst into laughter again.

She raised her head suspiciously and looked up.

It turned out that Zheng Qingyu was cooking rice.

Seeing this scene, Han Moli couldn't help laughing.

Zheng Qingyu's fried rice is very simple, with only chives and eggs in it.

Other than that, there is only white rice.

Seeing this, she couldn't help laughing.

Did Zheng Qingyu really think that she was making a movie?

In the movie, the counterattack of various chefs is a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

But she... can't do it at all, okay? Just stop being funny.

She looked at it and blushed for her.

During this kind of food competition, the people who come out to fry rice are very naive people.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Zheng Qingyu's egg fried rice had already been fried.

She used a stainless steel cover to cover her egg fried rice and placed it on a tray for two people.

He sat down, closed his eyes and meditated.

It's still heatstroke, and even though I took medicine, I still can't relieve it.

Now that the fried rice has a scent, when I smell it, I feel a disgusting feeling in my heart.

Fortunately, she was only cooking simple fried rice with eggs. If she was cooking other dishes, first of all, her body would not be able to support it.

Zheng Qingyu sat and wiped the sweat from his forehead again.

After sitting there for a while, I heard the bell ringing for the end.

Everyone's dishes were brought up.

They are all three-star Michelin chefs, with ten dishes, they are still all brushed.

It was the rice of Zheng Qingyu.

When the stainless steel cover was just lifted, everyone seemed to feel bursts of light.

This egg fried rice, radiates light.

But when I looked at it again in the next second, the light disappeared again.

Several judges saw this ordinary egg fried rice, and at this moment, it became dazzling.

All of them stretched out their spoons involuntarily, and within a short while, the fried rice with eggs was already on the empty plate.

"very!!"

Several judges gave this answer unanimously after sharing the egg fried rice.

"Very good, really good!"

And the judges ate the last bite of the meal and praised it sincerely.

When Zheng Qingyu heard the score, the expression on his face remained calm.

She walked down, found a place and sat down.

c At this time, there was a burst of nausea in my heart, and I always wanted to vomit.

What's more, he became dizzy and even fell down.

"Zheng Qingyu, when did you make fried rice so delicious?"

Han Moli walked to her side and questioned aloud.