Chapter 119 (1/2)

The cooks around could not help being attracted.

Huan Qingyan is the fastest person. He has only half of Zhu Xiang's Kung Fu, no more than ten minutes!

When she looked around, the ingredients were the same, but they were basically made differently. Some were fried, some were fried, and some were boiled

”Candidates with good spiritual dishes can be presented and weighed first!”

This is an old imperial dish talking. He has been paying attention to the magic face.

With a thick face, Huan Qing Yan tasted the steamed egg with shrimp with a spoon. She made it according to the formula in the space of the ancient bowl, and added Huan Fu Lao Tang, which had a remarkable effect.

After tasting it, I felt more than enough. I dug another spoon and ate it. Then I took the food and went to the judgment seat in the center.

She looked at the cooks around her and was stunned. ”The amount of ingredients here is limited, and the aura is limited. One bite will reduce the aura. The goods tasted two spoons by themselves?”

”NIMA's is the real food! She doesn't really run for a thousand spirit stones to be a gastronomist, does she? She's aiming at what free spirit ingredients can make, come on?”

”This girl is domineering enough! I like it!”

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In the central office, Zhang laoyucai and five or six other laoyucai were all judges, and a scale was placed in front of them!

Huan Qingyan looked at it. The appearance of this scale is very ordinary. It is similar to those platform scales selling vegetables in modern vegetable markets. It is round and pure white, like a white jade.

Old Zhang Yuyao said painfully, ”you girl, it's not too late to go to the Reiki scale to measure the Reiki value before eating. Why are you so anxious? The Reiki of this food material is limited, you girl...”

Hate iron is not steel. He guessed from the gap of two large pieces of egg soup on the plate in Huan Qingyan's hand that the girl is likely to be eliminated in this ring.

As a foodie, Huan Qingyan didn't think so much at all, but now that it's over, let's weigh it first.

An old imperial dish next to him took the plate in Huan Qinyan's hand and said in a businesslike tone, ”No. 69 palace card, what's the name of this dish you made?”