Beautiful Rural Cook Girl

What Meijing does is to shoot cucumber, which is unheard of before.

The other two cooks made sour jujube cake with no special features.

As for the other male cooks, they are all snacks, but they are not sour jujube cakes. They try to be gorgeous, sour and sweet. Looking at the delicate and lovely cakes, Mei Jing thinks it's not hard to guess that this is specially made for Feng Lingwei.

A variety of beautiful dishes were put in front of the judges.

Red and green are very popular.

With Feng Lingwei's words just now, everyone rushed to Meijing's dish of cucumber and stretched out his chopsticks. Seeing this, Feng Lingwei was more happy. Mei Jinggang didn't even turn on the fire. How could the food be delicious?

But the judges' reaction disappointed Feng Lingwei.

Wei Zhedong took a piece of cucumber and ate it. After eating it, he couldn't help exclaiming, "how do you do it? It's sour. It doesn't smell like vinegar. It's crisp."

It's the best appetizer he's had in decades!

"I'll try it, too. I haven't tasted the cold cucumber. I've heard about it for the first time." The woman who announced the beginning of the ceremony joined in. After taking a bite, she said with a smile, "it's sour and spicy, it's appetizing but not greasy. There's a smell of fruits and vegetables. You're really talented. How did you think of this method?"

She is also the first time to see people cooking without cooking, directly give people to eat.

Song Liangchen is not stingy about his daughter-in-law, blowing rainbow fart.

Just to say that this dish is just because there is in the sky, but Rao doesn't speak. The praise in his eyes and eyebrows is enough to make Feng Lingwei jealous.

She looked at Meijing's flattering and humiliating appearance. She tightly clenched her fists and her nails fell into the flesh, but her face did not show half of the time. She said with a faint smile, "you can't patronize kuamei girl. Ha ha, I think this red date cake is also very delicious." No.3 Chinese website www.3hzw.com

She would never touch Meijing's cold cucumber, and never encourage the dead girl's arrogance!

So Feng Lingwei's chopsticks extended to the sour jujube cake.

When the moment of cake entrance, Feng Lingwei directly vomited out.

Picking up the tea cup on the table, he wrung her eyebrows and said, "what's this? It's so bad! Do you dare to join the cooking competition at this level? Elimination

Hearing this sentence, the cook immediately cried, "why do you say that the food I made is bad? Sour jujube cake is our special cake in Zhennan. It is the flavor originally. Will you and you taste it?"

Feng Lingwei doesn't know how disdainful her face is now. She gently puts down her chopsticks and looks like an egotist, "you little cook. Is this your attitude towards talking to the judges? I'm going to kick you out of the culinary contest with your attitude! This is a competition, and the game is cruel

"Enough!" Wei Zhedong can't stand Feng Lingwei's stupid woman's speech, "who is the judge who elected you? Is it stupid to be so stupid that you can't tell the competition system clearly? Even if you want to eliminate them, you have to eliminate the first course, main course and dim sum after three rounds, and you just insulted the cook and looked down on them? "

"I'm just telling you the truth. It's really bad. Can you come to the cooking competition at this level?" Where did Feng Lingwei get such anger? If he pointed out, "I feel strange that any cat and dog can come to participate in cooking."

The cook thought Feng Lingwei was scolding herself. She cried. She didn't want to compete in the competition and ran away.

Wei Zhedong and other judges were blue with anger.

Pointing to Feng Lingwei, he said, "get out of here! You don't deserve to be a judge! "

Feng Linghao looks at Feng Lingwei faintly. Her sister thinks she is perfect, but she still falls on her own conceit.

There are all kinds of tastes in the world. She can't even make it clear. What kind of judge should she be? Now, the sign of the Feng family was smashed on her hand.