Best Young Chef

"You look so beautiful when you blush. If I were a man, I would marry you." Left Qiao Qiao see her coquettish and unbearable, come forward to hold her that white tender small face son, say smilingly.

"Go, you're so bad, they won't marry you."

After such a disturbance, Jin Yingying immediately relaxed.

"Am I bad? Is Zhao Zilong bad? " After hearing this, Zuo Qiao touched her bright red lips and asked, "he always talks dirty jokes, and he's a freeloader. He's hundreds of times worse than me. Don't you still like him?"

Referring to Zhao Zilong, Jin Yingying's face darkened: "he, now I don't know what's wrong?"

"Don't worry. His kung fu is so good that he will be fine." Left Qiao Qiao sighs a way.

"Having said that, those people are extremely cruel. Even uncle Zhao is in their hands. It's not easy for Zhao Dong to rescue people by himself."

"It's a pity that I don't have any Kung Fu. It doesn't matter if I want to help him, but I can't help it." Jin Yingying sighed, and a trace of helplessness flashed across her face.

"How can I help you if I can?"

As Zuo Qiao spoke, her face was slightly solidified, and her eyes were bright.

"Why, pretty, what's the matter with you?" Jin Yingying is curious.

"We may not be able to help, but one person can." As soon as Zuo Qiao's eyes turned, she couldn't help thinking: "you wait here, I'll find someone to help..."

See her mindless to throw down a word, then wind general leave, Jin Yingying not from Leng.

While director Qi is full of doubts, Jin Yingying is suffering, and Yang Ziyu and Zuo Qiaoqiao are busy seeking help, Zhao Zilong, who has no idea where he is, has already begun to prepare for the second competition.

In order to save his father, Zhao Zilong fought alone, surrounded by wolves, trying to win.

Ten minutes ago, Jin zuojiao received a phone call to confirm that five of his subordinates who had been robbed by the icehouse had regained their freedom, and had obtained confessions and evidence. He was secretly satisfied and praised Zhao Zilong for keeping his promise.

The second contest was conducted by Zhao Zilong and Wang ruomiya, who had a fat lip.

According to the regulations, it is still Zhao Zilong's competition project, while Wang Zheng's gambling content.

After changing two boxes, Zhao Zilong came to the box, took a deep breath several times, and drew out a note with a dignified face. After the previous failure, he was full of confidence and could not help feeling a little pressure.

Zhao Zilong also tried to use his Tai Chi eye to check the notes in the box when he took out the competition items. He hoped that he could use his super ability to peep at the contents of the notes, so as to help himself to get some benefits.

But unexpectedly, the tin box was painted, and there was tin paper on the outside of the paper, which could not be seen at all.

In desperation, he had to give up the idea of speculation and draw lots honestly.

Unfolding the note, Zhao Zilong was shocked when he saw what was written above.

This time, the competition was about taste, and the content of the competition on the note was actually to let them taste the soup and tell them the ingredients and seasonings used in it. Zhao Zilong was at a loss for this novel way of doing things.

That Wang just came over to see the content on the note and couldn't help but be happy.

"Ha ha, I have to say that your luck is really bad."

Wang zhengba, with his fat lips, said with a smile, "compared with a long, what you smoke is potatoes. Compared with me, what you smoke is soup. Do you know how to watch Feng Shui? How can you always know our strong points?"

Wang Zheng not only has a keen sense of taste, but also speaks bitterly, which is hard to accept.

After hearing this, people around him burst out laughing and saw that Zhao Zilong's eyes were full of contempt. It was as if Zhao Zilong had already lost ahead of time before this match.

"Even if you're good at it, how do you know I'm not?"

Zhao Zilong listened to his words, not from frown, cold voice asked.

"You know, tasting soup has always been my strong point. I've been learning to cook since I was 16 years old. I've been drinking famous soups from all over the world every day. I'm very familiar with the ingredients for making soups. Do you think you can beat me? "

While Wang Zheng was talking, his thick lips were constantly wriggling, which made people feel a little nauseous.

"Drinking soup every day doesn't mean anything, only one thing can be basically confirmed, that is, if you drink too much soup, you will go to the toilet twice more." Zhao Zilong endured nausea, turned his head to one side and said without good temper.

"You're really tough. If you lose later, you'll see what you have to say."

Wang Zheng grinned and began to gargle with water to prepare for the next soup.

"If your taste system is as powerful as your language, I don't think there's any chance." Zhao Zilong gave him a white look, sneered, and exclaimed without good temper.

When Wang Zheng drew out the signature on behalf of the bet, he sent his hands to Jin's left foot with a smile.

The fat lips of this old dog, who licks his ass, look more greasy when he smiles to please."Ha ha, it's a little interesting. I bet a lot this time!"

After seeing the sign, Jin's left foot couldn't help narrowing his eyes and chuckling.

"What is it?" Zhao Zilong asked anxiously.

"When you come, you should be at ease. Don't be impatient."

Wang Zheng bullied Zhao Zilong, who was an outsider. He cried in a strange way.

"Ann, do you still want to be a man?"

Zhao Zilong glared at him and pointed to his lower part.

In the face of Zhao Zilong's murderous spirit, Wang Zheng covered his face with grievances.

Xiong Tu on one side couldn't see any more. Teng stood up and looked at him.

"Don't just stare at me. You should know how to make money with kindness. Sit down."

The cripple, who has been dominating the underground world of Yangzhou City for 20 years, waved to Xiong Tu.

Although this underground King seems kind, he has a lot to say. Even Xiong Tu, a villain, has to be obedient. It can be seen that he does not have a false reputation. He must have real skills.

However, Zhao Zilong knows that although he looks friendly, he is a smiling tiger. On the surface, it looks approachable, but maybe at any time, it will open its mouth and bite you hard.

It's like the culinary competition proposed by the old lame man at this time. Although it's called to give him welfare, it's actually to cut his flesh with a blunt knife, nibbling at his interests a little bit. Such a conspiracy is not poisonous.

Just as Zhao Zilong's face was gloomy and he thought to himself, Jin left foot handed the note in his hand to him: "this time, the bet is big. If you win, you may get a lot of wealth."

After reading the note, Zhao Zilong couldn't help but be surprised. This time, the bet is really big enough.

If Zhao Zilong wins, he will be exempted from all the payment in installments in the contract and directly gain the control right of the Golden Sunshine Hotel. He will become the real owner of the hotel and no longer have to worry about paying the transfer fee.

It's worth tens of millions of shares. Even if Zhao Zilong's first seven million yuan loan to Luoyang was discarded, more than 20 million yuan would have to be paid in the contract. It's not too much to say that such a huge deal should be decided through a cooking contest. It's a gamble.

There are risks in everything. If he wins, he can directly control the Golden Sunshine Hotel. But if he loses, not only the contract right of Golden Sunshine Hotel will be taken back, but also Changfeng hotel will change his name.

To put it bluntly, if you win, both hotels will belong to you. If you lose, both hotels will have nothing to do with you. Isn't this a typical one size fits all? Shit, you don't want to take advantage of it?

Do you really think Lao Tzu is a lamb to be slaughtered?

Zhao Zilong stretched out his hand and pinched his nose. A trace of cruel tears flashed in his eyes.

Just as he pondered, a graceful woman in a professional dress came in from the outside with a soup basin in her hand. There was a strong taste in the soup basin, which made everyone in the room have a good appetite.

"Gentlemen, this is a soup I just brought back from outside. Please have a taste." The graceful woman wriggled the exquisite curve to the table, put down the soup basin, and slowly opened the lid.

The soup is bright in color, fragrant and foggy on the surface.

"I ordered this soup myself. It uses more than ten kinds of ingredients. I'll give you three minutes. Whoever can identify more ingredients will win." Jin said with a smile on his left foot.

"I have no problem. Look at him?" Wang Zheng shrugged and pointed to Zhao Zilong.

"I don't have a problem either. I happen to be hungry and have nothing to eat. It's good to have some soup first." Zhao Zilong said faintly and said to the graceful woman, "would you please help us with the soup?"

"Yes, sir, just a moment, please!"

Graceful woman said, turned to soup.

She turned and bent back to Zhao Zilong when she was filling the soup. Her peach shaped hips were like a blooming flower. Although Zhao Zilong had a heavy heart, he was full of wolf in his blood, and his eyes moved unconsciously.

Seeing that charming scene, Zhao Zilong's spirit was relaxed, and his heavy heart was slightly relieved.

Three members of the Food Association frowned when they saw that he had such an idea before tasting the soup.

On one side, Jin's left foot's eyes were sharp. Seeing Zhao Zilong's concentrated expression, he couldn't help laughing: "brother Zhao, are you good-looking? Do you like watching? Do you want to have a look? "

Zhao Zilong's eyes were poisonous, and Jin's left foot was shameless. The three members of the Food Association nearby heard his words. Their forehead burst with green tendons, and their heart roared with grass NIMA from time to time.

Come on, it's a sacred culinary contest, OK? Don't intersperse with peach news, OK?

But the two had no such consciousness, and they were still saying enchanting words there.

"Good looking is good looking, but I can only do it. I'm still hungry and can't do anything." Zhao Zilong patted the shrunken stomach and said that he did not give them the chance to use the beauty trick.After hearing this, Jin's left foot raised his eyebrows and said, "aren't you hungry? Drink some soup first. As long as you win later, not only will you have a big meal to wait on, but also the pretty girl will be transferred to you."

"She is a trump card that I have carefully trained. She is proficient in all kinds of oral skills, can do 18 kinds of postures, and even can do such difficult movements as the lion rolling the embroidered ball, so as to ensure that you can fly to heaven..." Gold left foot bad smile way.

After hearing this, the graceful woman, blushing and bowing to Zhao Zilong, looked very charming. Her heavy chest trembled as if it were going to burst out of her clothes.

Seeing that Zhao Zilong is so handsome, the graceful woman's heart is secretly happy, and her eyebrows are full of spring.