Chapter 120 (1/2)

”Where on earth did the food girl come from? She's so powerful? Why haven't you heard of it?”

……

”Is the scale ready? Can you take it down and eat it? Be careful, it's cold and tastes bad.”

This remark reminded old Zhang Yucai and drove her away with a wave of his hand. ”Go, go, we have the right to taste the works of the candidates. Go down and have a rest. It's none of your business for the time being.”

”Yes, that's right. Go down first and don't stand in the way of other candidates.”

Huan Qingyan was pushed down like this.

Several old imperial delicacies tasted her shrimp egg soup with a spoonful, and the plate ran out after a few times.

At this time, other candidates also brought their cooked dishes to test.

”No. 14 palace card, aura value is 50, cooking degree is average...”

”Cooking failed, No. 3 Spirit card...”

”No. 91 palace brand, with a Reiki value of 78 and good cooking...”

In case of good cooking, the judges will also taste it.

But after eating the egg soup with illusory appearance and tasting others' later, why do you always think it's a little worse

Others are paying attention to the aura value of the prepared food scale, and Huan Qingyan is staring at the dream moon.

Dream moon had been staring at the ingredients in a daze until it was almost time. She didn't start to do it until it was almost time. Her movements were extremely smooth, like wearing flowers and butterflies. It wasn't like cooking, but like dancing. It was beautiful, graceful and orderly.

The phantom tilted his face and stared.

I wipe it. Is there such a coquettish way of cooking?

Now there is only dream month left on the scene to cook food alone. Several Old Royal dishes have nothing to do. They all urge their eyes to look at dream month.