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Chapter 2120 Falling in Love with the Chef's Taste 10

There are only a few dishes I know how to cook.

So what if they're so powerful now? In the end, they'll still have to rely on themselves.

After all, he had already advanced and had six points.

As Dad said, at this stage, it's very rare for someone to score above five.

If it weren't for the age requirement, Dad would have done it himself and wouldn't have taken the risk.

Having thought of this, Han Moli became very certain again.

Anyway, if they listen to their father and step on Zheng Qingyou to get ahead, their Huang family will definitely rise to prominence.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

As Han Moli was lost in thought, the crowd suddenly burst into laughter again.

She raised her head in confusion and looked up.

It turns out... Zheng Qingyou was making fried rice.

Seeing this, Han Moli couldn't help but laugh.

Zheng Qingyou's fried rice is very simple, containing only scallions and eggs.

Besides that, there was only white rice.

Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but laugh.

Did Zheng Qingyou really think she was making a movie?

In movies, the story of a chef's rise to success often begins with a bowl of fried rice.

But she... she's just not good enough, okay? She shouldn't be trying to be funny.

She felt embarrassed for her just watching.

In such a food competition, the person who comes out to make fried rice is a very naive person.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Zheng Qingyou's egg fried rice was ready.

She covered her fried rice with a stainless steel cover and placed it on the two of their trays.

He then sat down and closed his eyes to rest.

I still got heatstroke, and even though I took medicine, it didn't relieve the symptoms.

Now, when I smell fried rice, the aroma makes me feel nauseous.

Fortunately, she was only making simple fried rice. If she had been making other dishes, her body simply wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Zheng Qingyou sat down and wiped the sweat from her forehead again.

After sitting for a while, I heard the bell ring to signal the end of the session.

All the dishes were served.

They were all Michelin three-star chefs, and even with ten dishes, they were all rejected.

It's the meal Zheng Qingyou had.

When the stainless steel lid was first lifted, everyone seemed to feel a burst of light.

This fried rice with egg is radiating a glow.

But when you look again a second later, the light has disappeared.

The judges saw that this ordinary fried rice had suddenly become dazzling.

One by one, people instinctively reached out with their spoons, and in no time, the plate of fried rice was empty.

"very!!"

After the judges shared the fried rice, they all gave this answer.

"It's fantastic, it's really great!"

Even the judges, while eating their last bite of food, offered their heartfelt praise.

Upon hearing the score, Zheng Qingyou's expression remained unchanged.

She came down and found a seat.

At this moment, C felt waves of nausea rising in his heart, and he kept wanting to vomit.

Even worse, some people felt dizzy and were on the verge of collapsing.

"Zheng Qingyou, when did you become able to make such delicious fried rice?"

Han Moli walked up to her and questioned her.