I'm a young and handsome guy, and my fighting power is off the charts at the beginning?

"Popularity value +3, popularity value +5, popularity value +10..."

The system prompts kept ringing in Zhong Mo's mind again, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Mastery-level cooking skills are so powerful. If you increase them by two more levels, wouldn't it mean that the universe is in seconds?

It only took him ten minutes to prepare the ingredients, and the remaining twenty minutes were spent cooking.

Although he knew some simple cooking skills in his previous life, but only to the level of being able to eat, but now when facing these knives and spatulas, it is as if those cooking skills have been trained thousands of times, and his movements are skillful and silky. slip.

Not only to him, but also to other people, Zhong Mo didn't look like stir-fry at all, but a beautiful artistic performance.

Bai Lu was dumbfounded just now.

She never thought that a man's posture when cooking could be so perfect, and his little heart was jumping around, his little face was blushing.

Originally, this man was handsome, powerful, could sing, and now he also had superb cooking skills. Wouldn't this make all the men in the world fall to the ground and rub him hard?

"Lu, please hurry up and bring these dishes down with Officer Ye and the other inspectors so that everyone can have a taste. They won't taste good when they're cold!"

Zhong Mo reminded him hurriedly when he saw Bai Lu still sitting there blankly, almost drooling.

"Okay, I'll do it right away!"

Bai Lu stood up, clenching her two little pink fists tightly, with a firm light shining in her eyes.

Such an outstanding man must be me, Bai Lu!

No one can try to take him away from me!

When Ye Zixin saw that Zhong Mo noticed people like her, she didn't hesitate and hurriedly called a few criminal police officers to help serve the food.

Zhong Mo not only cooked a large number of dishes this time, but also had a large portion. Each dish had three or four plates. In the end, he could only carry the plate to the front of all the onlookers, and then handed everyone a pair of chopsticks. It was as simple as that. Taste it.

“Oh, this caramelized apple tastes so good, it’s almost like the one from a five-star hotel!”

"The twice-cooked pork tastes really authentic, spicy and delicious. This piece of pork belly is so chewy when you put it in your mouth."

“This sweet and sour carp is the best I have ever tasted. I must give it a five-star rating!”

"This potato-roasted abalone tastes great. If you give me a plate, I can eat five bowls of rice!"

…

After tasting it, many onlookers raised their thumbs and praised it repeatedly.

They thought that Zhong Mo's cooking speed must be average, because haste makes waste, but who knew that Zhong Mo could perfectly combine speed and deliciousness.

Why did Song Hongming ask the audience to comment?

Even if everyone passed the first level, it would only cost more than five thousand yuan. To him, it was still just drizzle?

The main reason is that he really doesn't have much confidence in the cooking skills of these contestants.

If these people cook up some dark cuisine, will you eat it or not?

eat?

Wouldn't that make you suffer unprecedented mental and physical damage?

Don't want to eat?

Under the gaze of everyone, where should I put my fat face?

But after all calculations, how could he have imagined that a peerless chef would emerge from a small competition.

He smelled the fragrant fragrance wafting in the air, and every dish was delicious and delicious. Just looking at it made people salivate and increase their appetite. Why did they care about face?

He casually picked up a pair of chopsticks and rushed in front of Bai Lu and Ye Zixin as quickly as possible. He took three big bites of each dish, then closed his eyes and shouted intoxicated: "I didn't expect that Mr. Zhong is not only strong but also powerful." , I can ride a wild boar, and my cooking skills are so good. It’s no worse than the food in those five-star hotels. Okay, great!”

"Okay, great!"

Everyone also applauded and praised.

Deng Chao and his nineteen contestants finally finished copying one dish, put it on a plate, and prepared to serve it to the audience to taste. But who knew that the people in the front, number 50 or 60, were busy tasting Zhong Mo's five-course stir-fried dish? Food, no one paid any attention to them.

"Actually, my dish tastes pretty good. You can try it!"

Deng Chao looked at the potato stewed chicken nuggets on his plate and almost collapsed.

Before he prepared to participate in this variety show, he had learned to cook a few dishes with his wife Sun Li. For ordinary people, he was still qualified, but in front of Zhong Mo, the cheating devil, his cooking skills were a bit... Not enough.

The other contestants also stood there helplessly, holding the dishes they had cooked carefully, like a group of abandoned kittens. If there weren't so many people at the scene and so many cameras pointed at them, I would have cried.

If ink is born, how can we be born?

The way they looked at Zhong Mo was filled with resentment and helplessness!

Why are other young people focusing on acting, singing, dancing and acting, but you are exercising your strength and cooking skills?

It seems that your technology tree is in the wrong direction?

Song Hongming finally woke up from the delicious food and found that the other contestants were standing aside blankly, looking lonely. He coughed twice and shouted loudly: "Now the twenty contestants in the second group can start. By the way, these nineteen contestants have also cooked the dishes for the audience to taste!"

"Wait a minute!"

Deng Chao suddenly thought of something and hurriedly waved his hand to stop him.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

Song Hongming asked curiously.

Everyone else looked at him, wondering what he wanted to do.

Deng Chao's face turned red and he stammered: "Actually, I think the fifty or sixty people in front of us have already tasted Zhong Mo's cooking, so there is no need to taste our cooking, right? Let's leave the opportunity to others. The audience is fine!”

After saying this, he turned his head and whispered to the other contestants, "After these people have tasted Zhong Mo's stir-fry, do you think our stir-fry can pass the test smoothly?"

"hiss!"

The other contestants gasped when they heard this.

They still have some confidence in their cooking skills, but if they ask themselves, compared with Zhong Mo's, they are pure garbage.

The tastes of these people have been cultivated by Zhong Mo. What will be the result if they taste the dishes cooked by themselves again?

Killing!

“Let other viewers taste our stir-fry!”

The other contestants nodded in agreement.

How could Song Hongming not know the little Jiujiu in their hearts? However, he could understand that, after all, facing the big devil Zhong Mo, whoever touched him would die, so he quickly chose other spectators to taste the dishes cooked by their dozen contestants.

"Bah, bah, bah, do you know how to stir-fry? This dish is too salty, and the meat is thick and woody. It takes too long to fry. This is a waste of ingredients. What a waste!"

Suddenly, an old woman in her sixties spit out a piece of pork on the ground and started to curse.