All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Mo Bai narrated the facts he saw in the tone of [there is only one truth].

It can be said to be very brazen.

However, the students didn't know that Mo Bai was hanging out, and they were all shocked by what Mo Bai said.

Swapping dishes on the spot and getting full marks, this kind of thing sounds really appalling.

"Is this kind of thing really possible? And I've never heard of the name Yishihui in the first grade."

"But Chef Mobai has the tongue of God, so it's impossible for him to talk nonsense, right?"

Everyone looked at Mo Bai's serious expression that didn't seem to be fake, and a trace of trust rose in their hearts.

Could it be that Yisehui has been hiding among all living beings and wants to make big things happen?The elites of the Yuanyue exchange group began to look defensive in the eyes of Yishuihui.

There are always only two types of people who want to make big news without saying a word, one is a lunatic, and the other is a genius.

However, the two are essentially the same.

As first-year elites, they naturally set their sights further and see higher—Yuanyue Shijie.

The third grade is about to graduate, and apart from food halberds and other factors, the only chance to win the seat is the battle to replace the seat naturally at the end of each year-the ancient battlefield of Jade Seat.

It is different from the red leaf hunting, which is a super long battle spanning from the winter vacation to the beginning of the second year, and it is different from the autumn selection.

That is the real battlefield where sand, stones and waste materials are used to sharpen the brilliance of real jade.

If the first grade wants to get one of the top ten seats in the second year, then the first semester is to understand the opponent, and the second semester is to crack the opponent's plan.

At this time, if a guy with unknown strength suddenly appeared to disrupt the situation, although it would not hurt his muscles and bones, he would definitely be in a hurry.

There are even many people who will lose their thrones because of the shit-stirring characters who emerge every year.

The tragic lesson of blood reminded them not to relax.

"Chef Mobai, you have won the award. Is it obvious that ordinary people can't do this kind of thing?" Yishihui's brows twitched with a stiff expression. Compared with the mature appearance in the original book, he just entered the first grade. A little immature.

Sure enough, only abandoning integrity can make a person stronger!

Mo Bai expressed the above emotion.

This is the case for him to open the plug-in with peace of mind, and the same will be the case for the naked apron madman Yisehui in the future.

"So, not ordinary people?"

"Yes, that's right! It's your kind—a genius!" Mobai's style of painting changed drastically. Under the rough JOJO wind, he swung his arm vigorously and pointed at Yisehui, his chin slightly raised thirty degrees!

There is substance in the eyes.

"Of course it's not enough to just decide after you've decided on yuba sushi as a recipe."

"Afterwards, you watched several dishes and confirmed that the sweet and sour sushi was not outstanding among all the dishes with mixed flavors, so you started to match the ingredients of the dishes to replace the sushi vinegar rice."

"From deciding to do it to picking the ingredients, you spent four minutes and two seconds."

"Deducting the round-trip distance and the time spent watching the classification of ingredients, the time you stay in the ingredient storage room is only one minute and forty-three seconds."

"I decided on the recipe almost as soon as I saw the ingredients."

"It's really a great time." Mo Bai closed his eyes and prepared his last words.

"if--"

"If this is only at the level of ordinary people, then I, Mobai, would like to call you the strongest mortal!"

The moment Mo Bai opened his eyes, special effects artist Luo Ziyan's vigorous wind swept across the entire cooking room.

Mo Bai secretly gave Luo Ziyan a thumbs up.

Yishihui opened his eyes, his emerald-like pupils stared at Mobai in a daze.

"Being able to see through my cooking in an instant, and this kind of observation ability that can be accurate to the second in a crowd—"

"who are you?"

"Hmph." Mo Bailuo pointed to Yisehui's right hand, lowered his head and raised his chin and right hand suddenly, his thumb was facing himself, with a presumptuous smile on his mouth and his eyes wide open. "Quanodio!"

Yise Hui:! ! !

Crowd: ? ? ?

"Who is Dio?"

"Could it be Chef Mobai's English name?"

"However, I always feel that this name is amazingly aggressive, how can I break it?"

The humiliating whispers of everyone in the audience made Mo Bai suddenly sober.

His old face darkened. "Oh, let me go, I overplayed it."

However, not square.

Mo Bai coughed twice to regroup.

"I mean—" Mo Bai pointed to his own eyes. "In front of my eyes, every little trick you hide is invalid."

"Eyes!? Could it be!" Yisehui was shocked.

"That's right, Chef Mobai not only has the God's Tongue equal to mine, but also has the God's Eye." Erina, who was pretending to be calm, was still struggling in her heart, whether to eat or not.

"Wow, Chef Mobai also has the eyes of God~"

"Wow, that's really cool~"

The unemotional reading reveals that the students have been bombarded by repeated explosive news, but the tears in their eyes betrayed everything.

There are six-character mantras floating in their hearts:

NMD! WSM! ?

Why are there so many monsters in this world? !Wouldn't it be nice to cook quietly? !What are you doing with so many bells and whistles? !

Why not make one for us too? !

They are sour.

"God's eye? No wonder it's like this." Yisehui suddenly realized.

Mobai:? ? ?

I just wanted to pretend to be a force, why was it forced to set it again?

I glanced at Erina who was grabbing the words, you just grab the words and add drama, what do you mean by imposing character settings?

But this time is really not very suitable for denying and refuting.

Mo Bai could only bite the bullet and continue.

"Hiding a talent is a good thing, but it's your fault for burying it under the sand."

"Student Yisehui."

"...What else can I say now?" Sensing the sharp gaze from behind, Yishi Hui only smiled wryly, "I've been taught."

"Well, Ziyan, remember, Yisehui, 100 points."

"Wait! I still have objections!"

"You can't forcefully add it to the cooking points because of the other party's cooking time."

"The score depends on the taste of the food!"

There are two more...

By the way...

1 round of service cards

right right and 2 fan

Treasure card 5 fan

Red Envelope 2 Fan

Ronghe! 10 to 40 symbols!

total! 24000 Da! ! !

I feel like I'm going to be beaten by a group of friends...but I really can't help but be positive!

Ot2

Chapter 120. We still don't know the influence of Mobai that day (three more)

Mobai squinted at Nakiri Erina.

Well, although Yishihui has not yet reached the thick-skinned naked apron who regards others and nothing, Xiao Aojiao is as arrogant as in the original book.

"Then you can try it."

"Try it and you'll know." Mo Bai stretched out his hand.

Please start your show!

Mo Bai is not afraid that Erina will make a judgment contrary to his.

Because Yisehui's cooking has already hatched and formed a kitchen heart.

Enjoyment—emotional kitchen heart, Yisehui's mood when cooking is completely carried in the cooking and passed to the tip of Mobai's tongue.

It is this kind of enjoyment of immersing body and mind in it that can show a harmonious heart of cooking and open up the illusion of food.

"As expected of him in the original book, even Si Yingshi, the number one member of Yuanyue Ten Heroes, wanted to win him over."

"As an assistant, a guy with such a culinary heart will make dishes that can match the chef's main dish no matter what, and improve the overall evaluation."

"Just try it!" Erina, who seemed to be very affected by the teasing, frowned like a cat.

Not caring about the shyness of eating the same plate of food with someone for the first time, Erina angrily picked up the tofu skin sushi and bit down in one gulp.

"Ah!" The rich soup of the bean curd splashed out, hit her milk-like delicate facial skin, dripped down the plump and full curve along the cheeks.