Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 405
The atmosphere on the field was getting weirder and weirder, probably only Lanhui Pavilion was cheering.

Off the court, the person who bet on the wrong number was even more irritable and couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

The master of ceremonies looked at the owner of Fengxinlou whose face was almost distorted, and looked more and more at a loss.

At present, Lanhui Pavilion has won two games, but the result has already been reached, so there is no need to compete in the third game.

But whether to continue to the third game still depends on the intentions of both parties.

But everyone basically felt that the third game would not be a match. First, it was meaningless. Second, even if Feng Xinlou won, it was normal, because the strength of the third game was too obvious, even if it was not clear who the opponent would send. .

Many spectators on the field began to leave, and the discussion was buzzing.

The master of ceremonies saw that both sides had nothing to say, so he just gritted his teeth and announced the final result, directly removing the third round.

But the next moment, the field was silent again.

Only the owner of Fengxin Building with a stiff and gloomy expression stood up, "The first two rounds of kitchen fights will count as Lan Hui Pavilion's victory. According to the previous agreement, the past grievances and grievances will be wiped out, but now, Hui Qing, how dare you compete with me! Whoever loses will disband the sect!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, looking at the owner of Fengxinlou, including the people in Fengxinlou, in astonishment. The first reaction was that the owner was mad with anger.

The excited people in Lanhui Pavilion couldn't help but put away their smiles and subconsciously looked at Huiqing, with a bit of worry in their eyes.

The victories of the two games were like a shot in the arm, giving them a lot of confidence and confidence, but it was only for now. In their past memories, the inferior lack of self-confidence was still rooted in their hearts.

Hui Qing wasn't too surprised, but sneered, "Today's competition was originally won by Lanhui Pavilion, so it doesn't matter. As for the grievances between the two families, we all know the truth. I don’t know how to recite it, I will always check it out, as for the contest, if you still refuse to accept it, there will be a third round today, wait until you win.”

Her rare toughness made others look at Lanhui Pavilion with admiration.

In the past, in the eyes of people, Lanhui Pavilion was just a street mouse that could only shrink back and dare not come out. It was timid, dirty, and incompetent.

But in today's competition, what Lanhui Pavilion showed was completely different from what they thought.

Then some people suddenly remembered that the Lanhui Pavilion stood here for at least ten thousand years. It is said that the sect was once prosperous, even if it was down and out, it still had its own heritage.

Some people compare the two sects without knowing it. Some people think that in this comparison, Lanhui Pavilion is more like a hermit who keeps a low profile, concentrates on research, and does not participate in world affairs, while Fengxin Tower is like It is an upstart who has just risen but has made a high-profile publicity, and can't wait to make a name for himself.

People are like this, they only believe what they see, and always obey their senses, when he doesn't approve of you, no matter how good you do, no matter how much you explain, it's useless.

And when they have a good impression of you, even if you do nothing or do something bad, they will make the most reasonable and best explanation for your behavior.

The complexion of the owner of Fengxin Building became even more distorted.

His son, the young landlord also stood up with a gloomy face and said, "If you win the third game, will you compete?"

Huiqing smiled elegantly and calmly, "It's still the same sentence, we'll talk about it after we win." These words seem very objective on the surface, but it depends on who listens to them.

Most viewers feel that this statement is reasonable and nothing wrong with it.

But those who stood on Fengxinlou's side felt that her words were extremely contemptuous and provocative.

The owner of Fengxin Building's mentality and rationality dropped again and again. This would be so contemptuous by the other party, and he was even more furious. He immediately said, "Okay! Continue to the third round."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the table and stood still, staring straight at Hui Qing, like a poisoned blade, as if he wanted to cut her into pieces.

Hui Qing smiled indifferently, and looked sideways at the girl beside her.

The girl straightened her back immediately, clenched her fists nervously, took a deep breath, then stood up with a serious face, and walked to the table.

Everyone's eyes moved with the girl, and they were all shocked for a moment.

As Huiqing's only direct disciple, anyone in Yunhuang Town basically recognizes Shan Cong.

They never thought that Hui Qing would play cards so unreasonably, and even send her disciples to come forward.

What was even more speechless was that when Shan Cong walked over, he was still carrying a bamboo basket, which contained some ingredients, cooking accessories, staple food, etc.

Originally, items such as storage space were considered luxuries, so as a member of the small sect, it was normal not to have a storage bag.

But at this time, no matter how you look at it, it is out of date.

The one with the ugliest face is definitely the owner of Fengxinlou. At this moment, the way he looks at Hui Qing is more than just wanting to cut her into pieces.

In his opinion, this meant that the other party was deliberately humiliating him.

The people at Lanhui Pavilion didn't respond, obviously they all knew about it.

Hui Qing nodded to Dan Cong, showing an encouraging smile.

Dan Cong pursed his lips, and couldn't help looking at An Ning, then adjusted his mood and expression again, put the basket on the table, and slowly laid out the contents one by one regardless of everyone's reaction.

Currently, Shan Cong is not even considered a first-level spiritual chef, or can only be considered half a spiritual chef. Of course, this is what everyone knows.

So everyone felt that Lanhui Pavilion sent her not only because they gave up on this round, but also because they wanted to disgust Feng Xinlou.

Everyone in Fengxinlou obviously thought the same way, and they looked at everyone in Lanhui Pavilion with fierce eyes.

The owner of Fengxin Building stood where he was, adjusted his emotions for a long time with a sullen face, suppressed the anger that was rolling in his chest, glanced at Huiqing with some unknown meaning, and then made a move.

Everyone thought that he probably wanted to end the match as soon as possible, and then put all his grievances on the fight with Hui Qing.

Everyone was shocked when they thought of this, and they all waited for the competition between the leaders of the two factions later.

Almost no one paid attention to Shan Cong's side, and all eyes were basically on the owner of Fengxin Tower and Hui Qing.

After a period of special training, Shan Cong's current cooking skills are not much inferior, but limited by his own cultivation, so he can be regarded as a first-level spiritual chef now.

But this time the competition does not count the energy contained in the aura and food, so this limitation has no effect.

Dan Cong didn't even have a fire, let alone control the flame to cook, so An Ning taught her a simpler way to make desserts.

After she processed the required materials one by one slowly, she started the secondary production.

There are no brilliant skills, only operations that are too ordinary to be ordinary, but this kind of operation, if you look carefully, you will unconsciously taste a different charm.

An Ning nodded, Shan Cong's psychological quality is still good.

(End of this chapter)