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The audience in the live broadcast room had already laughed like crazy after seeing this scene.

：Hahaha! Why do I feel that Qiu Mengyun is a little proud of her cooking skills.

：When I saw her cooking just now, I began to mourn for Xia Tian in my heart, but I didn't expect that it was Sister Yunting who suffered in the end.

：Xia Tian is probably crazy thanking the program team for this exchange mechanism in his heart, otherwise this plate of top-notch smashed cucumbers would be his business.

：To be honest, I am quite curious about what Qiu Mengyun's smashed cucumber tastes like. After all, the smashed cucumbers with mustard oil and ketchup at the same time are probably the only one in the world.

: I am now more looking forward to what her tomato scrambled eggs will be like. Will it be better than this plate of top-quality cucumber?

: You don’t understand. Goddess Mengyun is not cooking but life. Didn’t you hear He Yunting say that Goddess Mengyun’s dishes have all five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. Isn’t this life!

: Damn! I’m convinced. The buddy upstairs is definitely a professional in licking dogs.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Xia Tian quickly made a round: "Let’s not just stare at Mengyun’s dishes, or let’s try Brother Long’s cooking together!"

"Ah, right, right! Try my dishes. Although I haven’t learned cooking specifically. But under Yunting’s supervision in recent years, my cooking skills have improved a lot." Xie Jinglong also smiled and echoed.

Qiu Mengyun was the first to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Well! Not bad, although there is still some gap compared to Xia Tian, ​​but at least it can be classified as delicious."

After swallowing the fish in his mouth, Qiu Mengyun expressed his true feelings very seriously.

"Haha, this is probably just your personal opinion. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I'm afraid no matter how Xia Tian cooks, you will think his dishes are the best! If so, what's the point of choosing, wouldn't it be better for everyone to choose their own group?" After listening to Qiu Mengyun's evaluation, Fang Wenxuan said sarcastically.

Although Qiu Mengyun said the truth, it may not be the case in the eyes of others.

In their opinion, Xia Tian, ​​a college student who just graduated, probably cooks instant noodles secretly in the dormitory. Even if he really knows a little cooking skills, he certainly can't compare with Xie Jinglong who has been cooking for many years.

As one of the parties involved, Xie Jinglong didn't care at all. He laughed and said, "Haha! I'm a pure amateur, I can only cook home-cooked dishes, I'm satisfied to get a good review."

Xia Tian said modestly, "Brother Long, don't listen to Meng Yun's bragging. She always has a blind confidence in me. My cooking skills are actually more ordinary, and I'm definitely far inferior to yours."

Hearing Xia Tian's words, Xie Jinglong didn't react, but Fang Wenxuan on the side snorted coldly and raised his head high, like a victorious rooster.

Seeing his smug look, Qiu Mengyun was ready to start a fight.

Xia Tian quietly pulled her hand and whispered in her ear, "Why do you care about him? Isn't it good that he looks down on my cooking skills? At least you don't have to worry about them coming over to eat our big goose. If you really convince them, maybe they will come to eat the goose in a while."

Qiu Mengyun, who was still indignant, heard that it was about her lunch, and she immediately stopped.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Fang Wenxuan picked up a piece of water spinach with chopsticks and started eating.

After putting the dish into his mouth, he pretended to close his eyes, as if he was seriously comprehending the essence of this dish.

"It's just so-so! First of all, in terms of color, aroma and taste, the color of this dish can be scored about 80 points, the aroma is a little bland and can only be scored 70 points, as for the taste, in my opinion, it's only 60 points. Don't think I gave a low score, I'm already very objective, taking into account the fact that you are not a professional chef."

After tasting, Fang Wenxuan put down his chopsticks and commented on the water spinach made by Xie Jinglong in a tone of pointing out the world.

Hearing Fang Wenxuan's comments, the expressions of several people on the scene became a little uncomfortable.

Putting aside whether his comments are objective, the tone of this guy's speech is unpleasant. We are all guests who come to participate in the show, and you are still a junior with little experience. What qualifications do you have to put on such an attitude in front of everyone?

Xie Jinglong is quite well-mannered, although he has

He was a little unhappy, but thinking that this was a show, everything he said and did at this moment would be broadcast live. He did not directly express his dissatisfaction in his heart, but asked with a smile: "Brother Wenxuan is right, I still have a lot of room for improvement in this dish. I wonder if Brother Wenxuan can give me some pointers and explain the shortcomings of my dish in detail, so that I can avoid these problems next time I make it."

"Uh! This... this! This can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences, otherwise I'll give you some pointers after the show, and I'll have a chance to give you some pointers!" Fang Wenxuan also saw that Xie Jinglong was always a smiling old man, so he thought of stepping on him a little to help himself pretend. How could he have thought that Xie Jinglong would actually fight back, and the counterattack was so neat and tidy.

What he said just now was all bragging. In fact, his cooking skills only stayed at the level of watching a few cooking videos when he was browsing Douyin. In desperation, he had to find excuses to delay and try to get away with it.

Xie Jinglong was not prepared to let him get away so easily. He smiled gently and said, "Actually, it doesn't need to be too troublesome. You just need to tell me whether the temperature of this dish is not well controlled, or the timing of using oil is wrong, or there is a problem with the use of starch? For example: the temperature is too high, and it should be changed to medium heat when the sauce is collected. Is the oil added too early or too late? Is the starch too thin, or too much?"

"This shouldn't delay Brother Wenxuan too much time, right? Or do you think that this brother is not good enough and don't want to guide me?"

Although Xie Jinglong's face has always been a gentle smile, his words are not gentle at all. Although he only said a few short words, it is equivalent to blocking all the retreat routes for Fang Wenxuan.

Either he is really capable and points out Xie Jinglong's shortcomings in cooking on the spot. If he doesn't have that ability, then I'm sorry that you can only lose this person yourself.

"You... I..." Facing Xie Jinglong's inquiring eyes, Fang Wenxuan hesitated for a long time but still didn't dare to speak nonsense.

If it was in other occasions or recorded programs, it wouldn't matter. The worst that could happen is that after the recording is finished, someone would cut out this part and it would be fine.

But now it's a live broadcast, and there are so many professional chefs watching this program. If he dares to make up nonsense, it is estimated that the posts mocking and scolding him on the Internet will be on the hot search.

"Ahem! I'm not good at Cantonese cuisine, and I don't know much about it. Forget about the advice." After holding it in for a long time, until his face turned red, Fang Wenxuan came up with a lame excuse.

Seeing him embarrassed, Xie Jinglong didn't mean to pursue him, and chuckled: "Oh! That's really a pity. We will have the opportunity to exchange other cuisines in the future."

"Okay, definitely, definitely!" Seeing that the matter was finally fooled, Fang Wenxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.

"Hmph! Next time, don't make random comments about things you don't understand. People who don't know will think you are a Cantonese cuisine master."

He Yunting, who had been silent, said with contempt.

Fang Wenxuan had no way to deal with this, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb and pretend that he didn't hear it.