Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 196 Half Bowl of Soup
The result really opened his eyes, no matter how good he did, the result was always inferior to others, and later he was eliminated from the top four because of bad luck, couldn't hold his breath, and ran to the university town to meet her Contrary to it, in the end, I became someone's apprentice in a pitiful way, and I still knelt and begged to be delivered to the door.

Later, she went to the radio station, thinking she was just there for fun, but who knew that she would bring back a bunch of awards, and then went to the entertainment industry to hang out. Here today, I can't imagine that she can play the piano so well... …

Taking the most familiar cooking skills as an example, he has never even seen the other party practice cooking skills in a restaurant, let alone heard that she has learned cooking skills before. Why is her knife skills so good?

Mo Bei thought depressedly all the way, followed Bai Feng back to the apartment, the sky was getting dark, and he had nothing to say all night.

Next, there was another competition, and no one knew what the culinary competition was.

At 32:[-] in the morning, the remaining [-] representative teams had all arrived. Bai Feng and Mo Bei were still next to Meng Yun. After putting on their aprons, they waited for Da Bo Niu to start saying 'Radison'.

"OK, today is the second round of the International Past Competition. The topic of today's competition is——Soup! Everyone..."

Bai Feng frowned, and Mo Bei began to translate to her in a low voice.

"Master, Daboniu said that today is mainly a test of each chef's understanding of ingredients and taste. There is a pot of delicious broth boiling in a big pot beside her. What we have to do is to guess what is in this pot. For all the ingredients of the soup, if you guess too many or make a wrong guess, not only will you not get points, but points will be deducted..."

"Point deduction?"

"Well, that is to say, unless we are absolutely sure, we may not get points, and may even be deducted points!"

"Any more requests?"

"Well, after guessing, we have to find a way to improve this pot of soup. The improvement plan cannot exceed three or more new ingredients or condiments!"

Bai Feng frowned. The difficulty is not so high. Compared with the previous participation in "The Best Chef in the World", it was completely heaven and earth. She looked at the big pot not far away, sighed in her heart, and guessed that the pot of soup might be It's not easy to deal with either!
Seeing that Da Bo Niu was still chattering, Bai Feng frowned and showed doubts.

"What is she still talking about? Why don't you translate?"

Mo Bei let out an oh and added hastily.

"Oh, she's supplementing the rules, saying that every team in the competition can get a bowl of soup. If you only rely on your sense of smell when guessing, your score will be doubled!"

"Sense of smell? That is to say, if you don't taste this soup, just rely on your nose to smell it, and the score you get will be doubled?"

"Well, she also said that one point is awarded for guessing a material, and the sixteen teams with the lowest scores will be eliminated today!"

"Eliminate half again?"

"Um……"

The two of them had just finished discussing when they heard the big girl on the stage yell.

"Soup!"

The waitresses in blood-spitting clothes twisted their buttocks and brought soup to the 32 teams on silver plates.

The small white bowl contained half a bowl of green cloudy liquid. After Mo Bei took it from the waiter, his nose wrinkled immediately.

"Damn it, what the hell is this boiled, why does it smell worse than shit!"

He put the bowl of green soup in front of Baifeng, and took a blank paper question board and oil paint brush from the waiter.

Seeing Baifeng picking up a pen to write, Mo Bei asked with an ah.

"Boss, don't you want to taste it?"

"Hehe, didn't you double the score? Besides, you said that this thing smells worse than shit, and I don't like eating shit..."

Bai Feng smelled it by the side of the bowl, and wrote with a pen.

【Coix seed, wolfberry, Polygonatum odoratum, lotus seed, sunflower, herbal ginseng...】

Mo Bei looked at Baifeng brushing away almost without thinking. He had already written more than 1 materials in one minute, and his brows were wrinkled to his heels. He opened his mouth several times, and finally got the most sincere reminder .

"Master, why don't you... read it a few times before writing..."

Bai Feng stopped writing and showed a strange expression.

"It stinks worse than shit, and I'm not sick, why have I smelled it so many times?"

After finishing speaking, he started to write again, and Mo Bei went crazy, thinking to himself, Master, don't you mess around?This is a competition, you only need to smell it once, you have already written 53 kinds of materials, and you are still writing, are you crazy? This is, half a bowl of soup, how can you boil so many materials...

It doesn't mean that you will get points if you write more luck, and if you make a mistake, points will be deducted. Don't be deducted as negative points at that time, and it will be embarrassing...

Knowing that persuasion was useless, Mo Bei anxiously went to see Meng Yun again. It turned out that Meng Yun was also relying on smell, but he didn't know that Meng Yun had lost the function of taste long ago, and he knew to rely on smell at all.

I thought it was Meng Yunniu B, but I saw that Meng Yun would stir the soup in the bowl every time he wrote a material, and after smelling it, it didn't seem to smell bad at all.

However, Meng Yun's speed was much slower than Bai Feng's. He looked at it for a long time on tiptoe, and Meng Yun only barely wrote half a line, about seven or eight kinds of materials...

About 10 minutes later, Bai Feng let out a breath and put down his pen. Mo Bei leaned over to take a look, and almost bit off half of his tongue.

Called in a low voice.

"Master, no way! You are too exaggerated, this, this... a page is full, how many kinds..."

"Hehe, there are 99 types in total, oh, by the way, one less type..."

Suddenly, Bai Feng picked up a pen and added another material at the end.

Mo Bei leaned over to take a look and saw that it was 'soda water...'

Immediately confused and asked again.

"Master, can you smell the smell of soda water? Your nose belongs to a dog..."

Bai Feng glared at him and explained to him seriously.

"Xiaobei, although the test questions this time only test the sense of smell and taste, it didn't say that you can't answer the questions visually. You see, this soup is obviously squeezed out by a juicer first, and then boiled, so there is still water in it. There are some thick fibers, look, this white stuff, look carefully..."

"This... this seems to be the rice noodle of barley..."

"Well, look again, is the green residue particle somewhat like the fragments of Polygonatum odoratum, and the red one, which is obviously the unbroken skin of red dates, and this, this, this... remember, In the future, if you participate in this kind of competition, don’t be in a hurry to drink or smell it, you must know that there will be deviations in every sensory experience of ours, and the combination is the strongest!”

Mo Bei nodded approvingly, then pressed the button on the table, and handed the completed answer to the waiter beside him!
In the next 2 minutes, people began to submit papers one after another. It's not that the time is up, but many people really can't think of a 100% correct answer. point.

After 5 minutes, the answers of all the contestants were sent to the stage. Then, the score was counted on the stage, and the second round began below to improve the taste of the soup.

Of course, the contestants are not required to boil the soup again, you only need to write down the specific improvement plan on the paper, no more than three kinds of auxiliary materials.

(End of this chapter)