100 Types of Sweet Pampered Wife

Chapter 442: Qian Yu Slaps His Face!

The punk boy squinted his eyes, and his attention instantly fell on Luo Xiaoxi, who had silver hair and red pupils.

At this moment, the laziness on his face faded, replaced by a biting chill.

Luo Xiaoxi raised her eyebrows, feeling the hostility from the other party, she couldn't help wondering, she didn't know this person at all, so why did she show such hostility towards herself?

"Luo Xiaoxi, is he the top ten?" The punk boy pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Unfortunately, I don't want to have a duel with you today."

"Digging! Second Counseling!!"

"Sure enough, when our Lord Xi comes out, all demons will retreat!"

Seeing the punk boy shrink back, everyone made all kinds of sarcasm and complaints, but they didn't make the other party frown.

However, for the punk boy himself, he has just challenged several top ten heroes, and now he has consumed a lot of physical strength. Even if he refuses to eat the sword, there is no problem at all.

"It seems that our food art is not over yet." Now, it was Mu Jinyang who took the initiative to remind him.

The young man was slightly startled, and stared at Mu Jinyang coldly, "But, we don't have food critics, do we?"

"No." Mu Jinyang shook his head, glanced at Qian Yu, "He is our food critic."

"Him?" The young man frowned and looked at Qian Yu suspiciously. "Isn't he just a coser? Can he still criticize?"

Not only the boy, but even Luo Xiaoxi next to him looked at Qian Yu suspiciously.

She didn't know why Qian Yu said so firmly that she wanted to be the food critic of the two of them. It's not just about being able to taste the food.

At this moment, Qian Yu moved.

He jumped up, his white clothes were flowing, he jumped down from the high platform, and stood firmly on the ground.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded, this is simply a martial arts master.

Qian Yu glanced at Mu Jinyang next to him, an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, and then said to the young man, "This is my confidence."

As he spoke, he grabbed another piece of sushi and put it in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Yu closed her eyes, feeling the taste.

"Heh, it's extremely ridiculous." The boy curled his lips and said mockingly: "I've already said that there are five flavors, and you come to taste it, isn't it funny?"

"You used XX rice vinegar, which is medium sour and a little sweet. But..." Qian Yu suddenly opened her eyes, which were shining brightly. "This piece of sushi has not only five flavors, but six."

"What?!" The punk boy widened his eyes in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

"The sixth taste is the fragrance of tangerine peel."

"Impossible!" The boy shook his head and said with certainty, "I don't know what the taste of the sushi I made myself?"

Qian Yu walked over calmly, and picked up a bottle of rice vinegar from the boy's kitchen counter. "You made the sushi, but you didn't make the rice vinegar."

He casually threw the rice vinegar to the young man, and said flatly: "This rice vinegar is mixed with a very small amount of dried tangerine peel to neutralize the sourness. Most people can't taste it."

The punk boy glanced at the formula of rice vinegar, and there was indeed such a thing as tangerine peel written on it.

However, the taste of the tangerine peel is almost negligible, but this person actually tasted it.

If it weren't for the tongue of God, how could it be possible to taste such extreme details?

"I, am I qualified now?" Qian Yu stood with her hands behind her back, looking coldly at the boy with a complicated expression.

For a moment, the audience erupted in jubilation. This was simply a beautiful slap in the face.

Just now the punk boy was awesome, he said so firmly, and now he is being slapped in the face by their Master Qian Yu, it is really enjoyable.

(End of this chapter)