Fairy’s Box

"Luya!"

Yale's face paled in shock, he stood up abruptly and looked behind him, only to find that the other party was covering his stomach and gasping for breath.

"Are you here to smash the field?"

"Hahaha, you think so."

Luya gasped for a while before she had enough to laugh and climbed up from the red carpet. She said solemnly, "But I'm convinced, your plan is really perfect...you're losing."

"No, no one lost."

The black-haired knight had a clever idea, and suddenly a clever plan came up in his heart, he changed into a sincere look, and said politely: "This task was originally assigned to the three of us, my success alone is ours. Three people's success."

"What's the meaning?"

The female knight's smile froze on her face.

"Do you think it's wrong? Since your methods are not as efficient as mine, why don't you join me and let everyone complete this task together?"

laugh at me, right? Since you are smiling so happily, let's drag you into the water, let's come together!

"Well, what you said makes sense."

After thinking about it seriously, Luya slapped her palm heavily, and said cheerfully, "If that's the case, then bring Genevieve too! The three of us will host this game together."

"Equal distribution of funds, equal distribution of manpower, this is my bottom line."

"no problem!"

...

"Hey, have you heard that both Ao noza and Akanoza have joined the cooking show, and now the black seat has become the official designated venue for the food competition."

"It should have been done long ago, because Yale's second seat is the most formal!"

"Yes, yes, in terms of conscience, the Black Seat is indeed the most conscientious."

From this day on, every morning, the chefs will bring their tools and materials, like going to a market, and rush to the square in front of the Black Seat. Fortunately, the previous audition was almost completed, and the semi-finals began, so the square was spared the explosion.

Boom-boom-boom!

The bell of the tower rang again, and the dimly lit hall was instantly illuminated. Exquisite lamps, quaint sculptures, and luxurious carpets added texture under the bright light. On both sides of the stone gate, the colored glazed windows shot into the spot and the finely broken pieces. neon.

On the left and right sides of the hall, there are seats for 150 spectators. At first glance, the seats are full. Why are there audiences? Of course, they are making money from the name of the food and cooking show. The ticket price for each seat is 250. Although it is a bit small, it can also subsidize a little for the family...

Opposite the slate door, there are four swivel seats from left to right, namely Yale, Genevieve, Luya, and Ilunzia. Among them, the female chief came in with a shy face. Surveillance... The **** knows what she wants to monitor.

"I invite the next contestant to enter the arena."

In Nicole's enthusiastic voice, a chef walked out of the room with his head held high. As he entered, the hall suddenly burst into warm applause.

"This contestant will bring us a Gallic delicacy, Marseille fish soup!"

Nicole held a loudspeaker and briefly introduced the dishes for everyone. She did not disclose the name of the chef, but also to show the fairness of the competition.

In the same way, the second place for the four tasting food cannot deliberately observe each other's breath - it all depends on the consciousness.

Soon, the four housekeepers, including Lydia, divided the dishes in the chef's hands into four, elegantly distributed them to the table in front of the second seat, and stepped aside in a standard etiquette manner.

Their graceful performance caused quite a stir in the audience.

Yale sniffed the smell of the dishes, and immediately frowned. After taking a tentative bite, he blurted out the old saying that has remained unchanged for thousands of years:

"You can't impress me with your cooking, so I won't turn around for you."

...

Genevieve tried to eat it very seriously. After chewing it carefully, he said lightly:

"I don't think the ingredients of this dish are fresh enough. Although you try to disguise this with strong spices, as long as you taste it carefully, you can still feel a subtle sense of inconsistency... So sorry, I won't turn around for you .

...

Luya took a small sip, raised her eyebrows directly, and spit out two syllables expressionlessly:

"Delicious!"

...

Ilunzia took a slight sniff of the dishes, and put down the tableware in a picky manner:

"It made me imagine the rotten smell of dead wood after the rain. It's hard to swallow. I won't turn around for this kind of thing."

...

"It's really very, very regrettable. The four judges are unwilling to turn around for this player, so I can only regret it. Goodbye, this player, do you have anything to say?"

Nicole pretended to sigh and sent the loudspeaker to the chef.

"I'm very sorry, because the raw materials are too expensive, so even after the best time to eat, I still took it out and used it... This is my fault... If there is still a chance, I will definitely use the most precious and fresh ingredients. , thank you, all the commentators."

The chef no longer had the look he had when he entered the venue, and said with a face full of frustration.

Amid the sparse applause of the audience, a steward led the chef to the side hall, where he would leave the hall as a loser through the secret door and return the same way with his own kitchen utensils.

"Then let us thank this player again and invite the next player to enter! He will bring us the famous food of Asia Minor, baklava! Let us invite him in!"

The audience burst into enthusiastic applause again. Under Nicole's guidance, a chef holding a tray stepped onto the red carpet with a smile on his face.

As is customary, the four stewards put the baklava in front of them.

Yale took a sip, only to feel a sweetness hitting his forehead. It was so sweet that he couldn't stand such a sweet thing, so he could only express regret:

"You can't impress me with your cooking, so I can't turn around for you."

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Genevieve closed his eyes with satisfaction, and after slowly pondering, he immediately pressed the mechanism on the right handguard, and turned his body and the seat to the rear:

"Very delicious dessert, the meringue and butter are thick and thick, the nuts and cinnamon are carefully ground into powder, and the syrup is mixed in a subtle degree of sweetness without being greasy. What is even more valuable is this Knife craftsman, this mango-like shape is a work of art...a really, really great dessert, I hope you'll join my team!"

...

Luya cut a small piece with a dining knife, put it in her mouth and tasted it carefully, and continued to say expressionlessly:

"Delicious!"

...

Ilunzia carefully observed the shape of the baklava, with a look of admiration in her eyes. After trying a small sip, she pressed the mechanism intoxicated, and her body and seat turned to the back:

"This fresh and sweet taste almost melts me. This feeling... It's like being soaked in honey made from hundreds of flowers. Even if the aroma blocks my mouth and nose, I would rather indulge in it..."

What the female chief said was very good and devoted, but it was useless because she was just a simple commentator with neither authority nor team.

...

"It seems that the two commentators have a high evaluation of this dessert, which shows that Pansy is really strong and has a very good chance to be shortlisted for the finals."

Nicole immediately put on a proud expression and put the loudspeaker in front of the other party: "Then Pansy, the choice is now in your hands. Which judge's team would you like to join?"

"Genevieve second seat! I would like to join the Genevieve second seat team!"

The chef was excited with tears in his eyes. Amidst the enthusiastic applause of the audience, a team member who belonged to Ao noza, a beautiful woman dressed as a bride stepped onto the device and presented him with a bouquet of flowers.

"Let's congratulate Pansy with warm applause and hope that he will make persistent efforts to achieve better results!"

Nicole tried her best to stir up the audience's emotions. Amid the applause that almost broke through the ceiling, a female knight dressed as a bride walked upstairs with the chef who kept blowing kisses towards the audience, preparing to discuss the semi-finals.

"Then the next contestant, this mysterious female contestant, will bring us an extraordinary cheesecake! This contestant is invited to enter!"

The female man's voice was so high that it was almost out of tune, and there were faint beads of sweat on his forehead, because this contestant was none other than Charlene who was pushing a trolley and moving forward cautiously!

Why didn't I see her in the previous play-in match, was she shortlisted in the red seat or the blue seat? Knowing that Yale hates desserts, are Luya and Genevieve going to kill him together?

No matter how much... Yale... You can ask for your own blessings!

Lydia, who had a simple brain, didn't think much about it. She didn't take into account the details at all, so she sent one of the cakes to the black-haired knight.

Dessert, dessert again!

Yale held back his headache, took a sip, and was immediately blown away by the sweet soul. He couldn't taste the true taste of this cake at all, so he could only continue to say weakly:

"You can't impress me with your cooking, so I won't turn around for you."

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Genevieve cut the cake into slices, carefully observed the ingredients, picked out the thinnest slice, put it in his mouth, and said calmly:

"A decent cake, the taste is ok, the ratio of cheese and nuts is perfect, but the heat is a lot worse, it seems to be too rushed, all in all...I can't turn around for you."

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Luya glanced at the cake indifferently, and said coldly:

"The smell is too sweet to eat."

...

After Iluncia finished tasting, she directly showed an expression that she couldn't bear to look directly at, opened her arms exaggeratedly, and said almost groaningly:

"It's so sweet! The sweetness in my mouth is war! Cheese and nuts are fighting each other, and the egg yolk gallops across the buttery wilderness, mercilessly slaughtering my palate!"