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As a result, Lin Xiaoqing walked innocently back to her desk and sat down again to watch the video. Time passed by bit, and the dishes on the plate in front of her had been almost eaten by her.

At this moment, Liu Dongqiang's heart is broken. No matter how stupid people are, they can see that she is lying. The purpose is self-evident. However, because he took her home before, Keng dad said that she was the future daughter-in-law of Liu family, so he dared to be angry at the moment.

All of a sudden, she turned off epped, and then she took out some of those supermarket bought cakes, and put the egg white into the steamer to steam.

About three minutes later, she opened the lid of soy sauce seasoning one by one, and added seasoning to the noodle soup. But at one time, she slipped the bottles and cans into the noodle soup, black and red in a mess, rendering the noodle soup into a colorful picture It's really a creative landscape painting, but it's a cooking work. Can you eat it?

"Time is up!" With the sound of a gong, food tasting begins.

Liu Dongqiang stood up and walked up to the bowl of noodle soup.

The noodles are delicate, and the soup is dark gray and sloppy, which makes people feel sick. The garlic sprinkled on it is quite abrupt. It's true that most people sprinkle scallion on the soup, but I'll see you for the first time.

"Don't look at its ugliness, there's more gold and jade in it than in it!" Lin Xiaoqing made a big speech.

He stretched out his hand, pinched the edge of the bowl with his slender fingers, and handed it to his mouth at a very slow speed.

After a small bite, he suddenly froze in the bowl of noodle soup Temo is the best noodle soup he's ever had. It's light with a natural delicious flavor. It's a delicious noodle soup with clear lines He would like to say that, but does NIMA really hurt her identity?

Liu qiangdong really can't describe the taste of this bowl of things. There are all kinds of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty and astringent things, but he can't accurately locate a kind of taste. Maybe it's because she poured in too many seasonings?

"You, how much seasoning did you put in? Oh... " He tried his best to cover his mouth and took three deep breaths to suppress the surging vomiting in his stomach.

His eyes were fixed on the noodle soup in his hand. A sad look was gradually rising in his eyes. She really didn't love him and exhausted her mind

"Let's see," Lin Xiaoqing looked up at the sky with green eyes. After a long time, he said, "there are 43 kinds of seasonings in and out of the wall. I've bought all kinds of seasonings. I'm a pain in the ass!"

At the moment, all the people present are full of black lines. What is the flavor of a dish with more than 40 kinds of seasonings? Can it be eaten? Is eating really OK? All their eyes looked at Liu Dongqiang who had tasted a small mouthful, but somehow, his body seemed to be fuzzy and empty, as if it was about to melt.

Mr. Liu, Mr. Qiao and Mr. overbearing president, you look at me and they are all shocked Is NIMA really going to try this damn dish later? How awful!

"President, Mr. Liu, I just thought there was something important at home. I think I have to go home..." Mr. Qiao gave both of them a hand and was about to flee to the house.

But as soon as he started, he was stopped by Shuihu Yangping. "As a judge, it's not appropriate for you to leave without tasting, isn't it?"

Mr. Qiao is full of tears. I have nothing to say about tasting your food, but Lin Xiaoqing's Damn it!

"Mr. Qiao, you can try to walk again," the bully president walked maliciously in front of Qiao Feng, put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him back. "It's said that your eldest grandson is going to graduate. Do you want to work in our kapukong catering group? It's said that it's hard to find a good job now... "

The corner of Joe's mouth smoked. What the president said is the truth. How can I feel strange if I listen to him? Isn't that a threat?

Mr. Liu, as the host of the contest, wanted to go, but he couldn't go. His expression was very tangled. As the prize of the contest, Mr. Liu Dongqiang had already tasted it and almost turned into an immortal. However, due to his bad mood, he chose to taste it. No matter how hard it was made by Lin Xiaoqing, it must be said that it was delicious!

In fact, the secret exchange of ideas started before the competition. The old man of the Liu family was also quite fond of Shuihu Yangping as his daughter-in-law, but he couldn't resist his son's pleading and had to agree. Without seeing what Lin Xiaoqing had made for the first time, he had to doubt whether the decision was reliable?

The position of the overbearing president is naturally clear-cut. No matter how delicious Lin Xiaoqing makes it, he will say it's not delicious.

In fact, he didn't believe that she could make any wonderful dishes I just didn't expect that this product could make a dish that almost makes people become immortal after a taste. How hard is it to eat?

There are two steaming dishes on each tray. Because of the psychological shadow, the three of them decided to taste the dishes of Shuihu Yangping first.

There are four lions in Shuihu Yangping. They are as big as fists and look very white. Mr. Qiao took a piece of it and put it into his mouth. After chewing it gently, he said, "sister Shuihu's cooking skills have greatly improved. This lion's head is fragrant and tender. It's delicious." The two next to him also praised each other.Look at the silk drawing. It's evenly cut. Each one is about the same thickness as the embroidery needle. The whole dish is bright and beautiful. The dry silk is soft and delicious.

The old man of the Liu family said for a long time, "this way of Tusi is the best one I've ever eaten!" As soon as this remark came out, shuido Yangping's face couldn't hide her complacency. In fact, she knew for a long time that as long as her cousin didn't teach Lin Xiaoqing's wonderful recipe privately, she could win her nine streets as long as she played normally. She didn't pay attention to a housewife who was not serious in cooking.

Originally, as a judge, he rinsed his mouth repeatedly with clean water to remove the residual taste of the previous dish and then judge the next dish. It was the rule of the culinary competition. However, Mr. Qiao, Mr. Liu and the overbearing president could not help thinking when they looked at the water cup in front of them Lin Xiaoqing's food is so scary. If you don't need to cover up the aftertaste of Shuihu Yangping's food, will you vomit on the spot? It's going to kill you, right?

Even when the bully president was just a small boss, he had been deeply poisoned by Lin Xiaoqing, but he still could not practice his iron stomach. Maybe he had not yet reached the level of eating her food without convulsion. He felt the same about this. He looked at his master with infinite pity, and then secretly stood farther away, for fear that he would have to vomit to death if he smelled it.

As a valet, he can't vomit to death now. He has to be ready to call the ambulance.

This time, Mr. Qiao, with a tangled face, wanted to use chopsticks to look for the lion's head from the noodle soup, but he couldn't find it for a long time. He didn't know if he had been eaten up by Lin Xiaoqing himself. When he was at a loss, Lin Xiaoqing said with a smile, "ah, I forgot to leave some for you just now, almost all of them have been eaten up, by the way, you and so on." He picked up a spoon and fished it into the soup pot of the steamer. After a long time, he really let her fish out some meat balls.

It's just that NIMA's meatballs have been spoiled, but that's not the point of the problem. Mr. Qiao remembers Lin Xiaoqing's eating with relish while watching an American drama just now In this way, the taste of this meat ball is normal, at least it won't let people eat urine, right?

"Oh, yes, there are just four," Lin Xiaoqing said, throwing the leftover meatballs into their bowls. "Watch and sister are polite. Let's have a try!"

The sweat from Mr. Qiao's head is a little big. If you look at the colorful things in the bowl, he will run away as soon as his face changes But just when he took the second step, he was forcibly held by the old man of the Liu family and the overbearing president.

"Joe, my meatballs No, it's the lion's head that can't be clamped. You can use a spoon! " Lin Xiaoqing handed the spoon and looked at him innocently. The valet also rushed to send spoons to other people, but they didn't pick up and said nothing.

"Well, my life is over!" Mr. Qiao took a look at Lin Xiaoqing and the overbearing president. He sighed. Then he took the spoon as if he had made a great determination and put it into his mouth. At once, his eyes were wide open, and then he closed them. There was a terrible panic on his fat face. Several other people dared to eat there, but they had to eat because of their own position. So the expression was quite wonderful It's like being constipated for 79 days.

The expression of these goods is different. Mr. Liu's face is full of joy, as if he is thinking about it with his eyes closed. The most exaggerated one is the overbearing president. He runs to Lin Xiaoqing quickly, with an extremely ironic smile on his face, and stares at her with his eyes wide open: "xiaoqingqing, can you teach me how to make this dish?"

"It's a very simple dish. Don't you just chop the meat, dip it in flour, fry it for a while and throw it in the soup? Every housewife will do it Lin Xiaoqing saw that the overbearing president's performance was interesting. He started to talk nonsense seriously. Technically, it's true, but it's so bad. Lin Xiaoqing, you'd better apologize to housewives all over the world!

"Not the same, not the same!" The overbearing president shook his head as if he had taken some pretty bad drugs. "I saw you put some colorful things just now. What's that? And your soup, which can't be made by ordinary people. What kind of soup is so bad? " The bully president glanced at the crisscross seasoning can on the table, and his mouth twitched How much seasoning did she add to the soup?

Worthy of being the president of the catering group, Lin Xiaoqing secretly asked about the key points.

"President, why do you hate it so much? If you give me the prize money of the finals champion now, I can give you a detailed introduction, you know..." Looking at the bottles and cans poured around,