The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

"It's such a bully. How could they do this?" Cheng Zilan's face turned red with anger and she ran to Zhao Yan to complain.

She had eaten the food cooked by Zhao Yan, and the taste still made her drool. How come it became worthless when it came to the judges?

"Haha, it's okay. Anyway, I'm not here for the championship."

Zhao Yan, who had already made up his mind, was no longer angry.

I've seen this kind of shady stuff a lot in my past life.

"But I want to see my idol win the championship." Cheng Zilan lowered his head, feeling a little depressed.

"For me, the championship is only a matter of minutes. I will have a chance in the future. Okay, let's get busy. I have to start preparing the ingredients."

After sending Cheng Zilan away, Zhao Yan began to prepare the ingredients.

This time he decided to make a Shandong cuisine to repay the judges for their comments.

After the preparation time, the live broadcast continues.

The contestants who had prepared the ingredients were busy in full swing.

Zhao Yan had two pieces of toilet paper stuck in his nose and was washing ingredients in a basin.

It's just that the taste of this ingredient is a bit strong, which makes Nie Han at the next door counter feel like he's eaten black garlic, and he retches from time to time.

"Ugh! I said brother, what are you doing?"

After retching again, Nie Han took advantage of the camera shift and asked with a frown.

"Of course it's cooking. Have you ever eaten the Nine-turn Large Intestine?"

As he spoke, Zhao Yan also raised the half-washed pig intestines in his hand.

The pungent smell of pig intestines exposed to the air made Nie Han almost vomit.

Hurry and stay away from this guy.

He now very much suspected that Zhao Yan was retaliating to make him perform abnormally.

Huh, what a beautiful thought, even if I perform abnormally, the championship is still mine.

Nie Han was very disdainful. He had seen this kind of petty tricks too many times.

At this moment, the camera came to Zhao Yan.

"Hahaha, look at Nie Han's expression, it looks like he has eaten a piece of the answer!"

"I'm laughing so hard. Why are you hiding from pig intestines when they taste so delicious?"

"Damn it, what is this man's name? He did this to our brother!"

"It seems that he is called Zhao Yan. It must be intentional. He was unwilling to lose to our brother, so he chose pig intestines to disgust my brother."

"How despicable!"

Without Zhao Yan's knowledge, he suffered another online violence from Nie Han's fans.

But he didn't care, it was just an online violence, a small scene.

If you have the ability, go offline and beat him.

"That's almost it, let's get started."

Heat oil in a pan.

Zhao Yan tried hard to recall the original owner's cooking operations.

First, he clumsily poured the unwashed pig intestines into the frying pan.

Then put all the seasonings, and finally add a little black water for washing the large intestine, cover the pot and let it simmer.

A special smell permeated the show.

The expressions of the other contestants changed and they quickly covered their noses.

Grass! Who the hell is cooking shit?

Is this because he knows he is going to be eliminated, so he takes revenge on society?

Some players found it difficult to breathe.

"Damn it! This person must have deliberately destroyed our Taoist heart. His heart is to be punished!"

"It's over, it's over, my fucking hands are shaking, I put too much salt."

"Wow, it smells so good. I want to eat it."

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The players were in various situations, and they cursed at the top of their lungs.

It's so wicked. Your cooking skills can't compare to your mentality, right?

The nearby audience and program crew members obviously smelled such an overpowering smell. They immediately held their breath and looked in the direction of Zhao Yan.

The three judges frowned, suddenly having a bad feeling in their hearts.

Time passes slowly.

"Okay, now all the contestants have prepared their dishes, and now it's time for the judges to score."

The host's face turned a little pale, and he was not immune to this biochemical attack.

Unfortunately, this so-called rematch does not bring hope to some players. Basically, those who are eliminated for the first time do not have much hope even if there is a rematch.

Among the players present, the only one who is confident is Nie Han.

This time he got steamed seabass, mainly because the selling aspect was easier to control. As for the taste, that was not his concern.

Not surprisingly, the three judges praised him again.

Nie Han almost thought that his cooking skills were extraordinary.

The last one was Zhao Yan's turn.

He held the nine-turn large intestine specially prepared with the original owner's cooking skills and placed it in front of the judges with a calm expression.

The three judges looked at the lumps of sauce-colored intestines, their expressions changed greatly, and their hearts were full of resistance.

But according to the rules, if they want to eliminate Zhao Yan, they must taste it.

You don't even taste the contestants' dishes, but you eliminate them with just one sentence. Does that still have credibility?

The first was Li Sheng. He lowered his head and approached the plate of nine-turn large intestine, and fanned it slightly with his hand.

He was ready to use the technique of smelling the wind and discerning the smell.

Suddenly, a pungent and strange smell came, almost sending him away.

Grass!

Li Sheng cursed inwardly, reluctantly picked up the knife and fork, slowly cut a small bite and put it in his mouth.

Entrance.

The sticky and fishy smell came, causing Li Sheng's brows to furrow into the Chinese character "Sichuan".

He chewed subconsciously and retched.

In the end, I really didn't have the courage to swallow it, so I quickly took out the dinner paper on the side and covered my mouth and spit it out.

Taking a deep breath, Li Sheng turned pale and glared at Zhao Yan fiercely. He didn't even feel like talking, so he gave him 0 points.

It was Ye Fan's turn.

He walked forward in a hurry, holding the knife and fork, but made no move.

"Have you tasted this large intestine yourself?" Ye Fan suddenly asked.

"No." Zhao Yan shook his head honestly.

Are you kidding? How could he eat it?

The original owner's egg fried rice would make him vomit. If he ate this nine-turn large intestine, he wouldn't just wear it again.

"What do you think of your dish?" Ye Fan wanted Zhao Yan to give up. It was best to quit the competition by himself so that he could stop eating.

"I think this nine-turn large intestine dish is the pinnacle of my career as a chef."

Pooh! God is at his peak!

Ye Fan had a dark face and sighed hard in his heart.

Zhao Yan looked serious and continued: "I originally wanted to remove all the fishy smell, but after thinking about it, I still kept part of it."

“I think it’s only when you retain some of the flavor of the intestines that you know you’re eating large intestines.”

Hearing this, everyone at the scene was dumbfounded.

"Damn, you're cruel!"

"It made me laugh so hard, you were so honest and fair."

"The judges endured it so hard, they must be so angry!"

"..."

The audience and players at the scene whispered to each other and looked at Zhao Yan with admiration.

Ye Fan laughed dryly and asked unwillingly: "Did you keep it on purpose?"

"I left part of it during the cleaning process." Zhao Yan looked calm.

"Is it intentional or accidental?"

Zhao Yan answered readily: "On purpose."

After receiving the answer, Ye Fan felt that the last trace of luck in his heart was gone!

What kind of hatred or resentment are you trying to make me eat shit on purpose?

Ye Fan was heartbroken after receiving the answer. He bravely cut off a small piece of scraps and put it into his mouth with great perseverance.

Zhao Yan looked expectantly from the side.

"Well…"

For a moment, Ye Fan thought he had eaten a piece of shit.

That's the truth.

He quickly took out the dinner paper, covered his mouth and spit it out.

He wiped his mouth vigorously, fearing that there would be shit on his lips.

Ye Fan opened his mouth and took a deep breath, feeling that his breath smelled bad.

His chest rose and fell heavily, like a pufferfish about to explode.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

After silently giving a score of 0, Ye Fan pushed the large intestine to Xiao Ming, he couldn't just eat it!