Food That Doesn't Glow is Not Good Food

"Cough, cough...I'm fine, I'm fine, but Yunfei..."

In the middle of the venue, inside the shipping container, a hand emerges from the wreckage under the house.With the help of Huang Shang, Xiaoyun and other staff members, Feifei slowly sat upright.

As the girl said, she was indeed not injured, but Xie Yunfei, who used his body to help her block the impact, and him, who also slowly sat up from the ruins, saw the bright red liquid continuously slipping from the side of his forehead.

"Brother, your head is bleeding!" Xiaoyun wanted to take out the handkerchief from her pocket, but because her hands couldn't stop shaking no matter what, things that usually seemed very simple could not be done at this time.

"It's just a small injury, it's okay."

Xie Yunfei didn't care about his wounds, just under the wreckage, almost immediately after realizing the situation, he exchanged a bottle of potion from the mall that can be used to recover from his injuries.

"Master Xie, are you really alright?" Long Yuan Ersan came to the side panting heavily.

The boy in front of him is really unlucky. He has superb cooking skills, but he encountered such a dessert competition. Not to mention two four-star special chefs signed up to participate, and he was also targeted by the Marquis of Vauban, a seven-star special chef. It is required to create a dessert decoration in the final round.Seeing that the work was about to be completely completed, it encountered earthquakes that often occur in Japan, and the magnitude of the earthquake was not small. Most of the finished products that had spent countless efforts were destroyed.

Longyuan Ersan glanced around, and couldn't help but sigh.

Maybe it's really fate, not letting Chef Huaxia get that kind of thing.

In fact, there is still a guess in Longyuan Ersan's mind, but that guess is too scary, even Longyuan Ersan dare not jump to conclusions lightly.

——The earthquake just now was really just an accident?

Such a question flashed across Xie Yunfei's mind. While being bandaged by the staff nearby, he turned his head sideways and looked at the Marquis of Vauban who was sitting in the middle of the judging panel.

The other party didn't intend to hide at all, and the happy smile on his face could almost turn into substance.It seemed that the earthquake just now had any potential connection with him.

But...how is this possible?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Xie Yunfei withdrew his gaze, ignored the photographer standing aside, and asked Feifei softly, "Do you still have the strength?"

"Well... yes!" Feifei didn't realize the meaning of the young man beside her at first, but then, after seeing the fighting spirit in the opponent's eyes, she suddenly realized it and nodded her head heavily.

Yes, the work that she and Yunfei spent a lot of time building was destroyed by an 'accident', but isn't there still some game time left?

As long as you don't give up...

Although she encouraged herself in her heart, Feifei felt a little at a loss. Even if she and Yunfei tried their best, it was impossible to restore everything to the original state.

There is not enough time at all. As for resuming the third round of the duel, heh, how could the Marquis be so kind?

So, what else can you do?

Feifei thought about it.At this time, the young man's entreaties sounded in his ears.

"Feifei, in the rest of the time, you can repair the fallen tree. As for the houses here..."

Xie Yunfei gritted his teeth.

"I'll find a way!"

Chapter 449 let it go

Even so, Xie Yunfei didn't have a good way to deal with the current situation.

In the past, when encountering similar situations, no matter how dangerous it was, there was a plug-in called Cooking Space that could prolong the time for me to calm down and think.

But this time, the time for the cooking space was exhausted, and Wuheyoujing's access authority for the day had also been used up.

In other words, to cope with the current situation, Xie Yunfei could only rely on himself.

Heh, that's easy to say.

Xie Yunfei's brain kept turning, looking for various measures to make up for the current situation.

The first thing to exclude must be the original production plan. Even if some half-processed or nearly finished ingredients were deliberately left to prevent accidents, there is no way to restore everything in the house in less than half an hour.

and……

Xie Yunfei lowered his head, glanced at the face man who was completely broken due to the collapse of the dessert house, and the expression on his face twitched slightly.

The dough girl is the core of Xie Yunfei and Feifei's works. This point, not mentioning the special chefs and cooks, can be easily seen by ordinary audiences.

But also because of this, at the moment when the noodles were damaged, if they want to use the same method to make another core in the remaining time, let alone Xie Yunfei and Feifei, even those seven-star special chefs are almost impossible to complete.

There is definitely no way to copy the previous production plan, but to overthrow it all and start over, the time does not allow it at all.

Xie Yunfei propped his chin with one hand, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Seeing him standing there motionless, the audience and reporters in the venue immediately felt that the next game had lost its meaning.

However, they did not rush to get up and leave, but sat where they were, planning to see what the organizers would do next.

Whether to re-select the time for another match, or discard the results of the third round, and just judge by the total score of the previous two rounds, or...

"Xiaoyun, are you back?" Wu Shishi looked at the girl beside her, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly, "Is it okay for Feifei to reconcile Yunfei?"

"Sister Feifei has no problem, but brother..." Thinking of the boy who saw blood on his forehead when he rushed into the venue, Xiaoyun felt very distressed, and wanted to ask him to give up the game, but in the end, such a selfish The words did not come out of the girl's mouth.

She understood her cousin's character, and also understood what the other party was thinking at this time.

If it were her, she would not be willing to swallow this breath.

Xiaoyun raised her head and cast her eyes on the thinking young man in the center of the venue.

If I were my elder brother, facing such a bad situation, what kind of counterattack could I make with my own cooking skills?

Xiaoyun was thinking, confused, and praying, her hands were clasped together unconsciously.