Blood sausage, dense and soft.

The second blond and blue-eyed middle-aged man, swallowed it, his eyes widened incredibly.

As the teeth bite, the delicious juice exploded in the mouth. It was obviously just a piece of boiled blood sausage. The juice splattered was so abundant. A drop seemed to be a sea. The middle-aged man heard the surging tides.

Keep eating!

"boom!"

The scalp exploded, and tears fell from the corners of the middle-aged man's eyes. It was delicious and touching.

"It's really an indescribable smell! Why can blood sausages be able to do this level, wait, the fishy smell of 'Cow, Pig, Bird'? Unbelievable, there is no trace of fishy smell... Well, here it's again, this burst of juice is really a happy and mysterious spice combination!"

The first hunchbacked and thin old man, who was hunched, seemed to have epilepsy, was twitching, but he tightened his fork, one piece after another, and moved quickly, stuffing blood sausage into his mouth.

"Cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, pepper, pepper... and fresh ginger and scallion flavor. What spice recipe is this?"

The fork in the hunchbacked old man's hand suddenly fell, and he looked up at the lights above the venue.

The melody from heaven echoes in the ears of the five judges.

The audience covered their mouths and the venue was silent.

Melissa was the first to leave the table, chewing food in her mouth unconsciously, and danced French court ballet in front of the judges' table. Her long linen hair was flying in the dance pose, and her red high heels stepped on the stage floor, making a clear pounding sound.

Dada dada...

So graceful.

The blonde and blue-eyed middle-aged man cleared his throat and sang North American folk songs with a low and emotional tone:

“justonelastdance,ohbaby…”

"The last dance, baby..."

The remaining three judges may be relatively restrained and sit in the chair without moving.

The first hunchbacked old man put a fried blood sausage into his mouth, took a bite, and his body swung even harder. Chiyo Aichi was stunned. At this moment, he really doubted whether the old judge had hidden illness. She wanted to ask the staff at the scene to come over a bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills.

Soon, five people stared at the empty white ceramic plate.

"It's gone!"

"It's finished!"

Melissa sat back on her chair, and she burst into sweat. She unbuttoned the buttons on the white shirt in public. She immediately stretched out the collar with her plump breasts. The ravines were deep and charming. The black lace underwear even showed a corner. She was worthy of being a porn star and extremely hot.

The judges sighed.

After a long time, the first hunchbacked old man calmed down and looked at Xia Yu with a monster-like gaze.

"Why is the taste of blood sausage so rich?"

Before Xia Yu spoke, the second middle-aged judge from the United States couldn't help but respond: "Yes, the taste is very rich. It not only perfectly preserves the ultimate flavor of "Bottle, Pig, Bird Blood", but also completely removes the fishy smell. How did you do it? Is the spice formula?"

The last few judges were also watching him, with many problems stuck in his heart and their eyes were hot.

"I said..."

Melissa fanned the wind at the neckline. Seeing Xia Yu's opinion, she deliberately straightened her back and generously showed off the deep groove of the woman. She even threw a charming look at the boy, which was completely different from the previous sarcastic and questioned appearance. Her attitude changed from resistance to enthusiasm, but only in just a few minutes.

"This is definitely not a classic French black blood sausage! I promise!" Melissa said with a giggle, "But, very good, the classic is used to break it. In the future, your black blood sausage will be my classic, baby--"

As he said that, he blew a kiss from the air.

Xia Yu really couldn't stand the enthusiasm of this female judge, especially the sound of the baby made him feel chilled.

"But I have some questions."

Melissa stared at him and asked, "On the one hand, it's the other hand, can you tell me what kind of spices did you add when stirring blood, pig skin, and pork?"

"Cinnamon, cardamom, yamna, amomum, cloves, star anise, cinnamon, pepper, pollen and cumin. Note that these spices are ground dust."

Xia Yu said.

"That's all?"

Melissa didn't believe it, frowned slightly, "Then why, the spices I've eaten are so mysterious?"

Hearing this, Xia Yu laughed.

"Actually, this is the question of combination. Cinnamon, cardamom, clove, yamana and amomum villoss can form a classic 'five-spice powder'. Similarly, pepper, star anise, cinnamon, clove and cumin are also a 'five-spice powder', and then..."

Tell us about several combinations of "five-spice powder" in one breath.

"Is that true!"

The first hunchbacked old man lit up his eyes and slapped the table and said, "It's so!"

"Is this the self-combination and self-sorting of spices in a dish? It's just a recipe, but it has achieved the superposition of several recipes. No wonder we can perfectly control the 'Blood of Beef, Pig, Bird' so that this delicious ingredient has no trace of fishy smell!"

He said in surprise, carefully looking at Xia Yu's young face:

"Did you know, this is the first time I have eaten the 'Cow, Pig, Bird Blood' without a trace of fishy smell. I like the blood sausage made with the main ingredients of 'Cow, Pig, Bird Blood', but I have been worried for a long time because of the endless fishy smell!"

"For our top and sensitive taste buds, every flaw is so untolerable!"

"Thank you!"

The hunchbacked old man suddenly stood up and bowed to Xia Yu.

"You let me know that the 'Blood of Cow, Pig, Bird' can be perfectly controlled!"

The scene was silent.

I'm afraid the audience who watched the live broadcast of the game would be speechless.

The second blond middle-aged man suddenly stared at Xia Yu and asked, "You, are you really only 16 years old?"

"Yes."

"This is my business card, please accept it!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out a business card from his pocket and handed it on his hands.

Xia Yu took the business card and took a step back.

The third one, as if it were an Obasan judge from India, frowned and said dissatisfied: "Staff Xia Yu, you have missed at least one spice! I am sure that other blood sausages made from 'Bul, Pig, Bird Blood' do not have the deep charm you created!"

As he said that, the female judge picked up the fork again, swept his eyes to Bernard's dish, put the fork, and forked a fried blood sausage and bit it. After chewing it carefully, she put down the fork with a cold look on her face.

"really!"

She sighed, then stared at Xia Yu with a keen desire, begging with a hint of begging: "Tell me! The real secret of your dish!"

"I want to know the answer now!"

The other four judges all looked at each other, and Xia Yu Alexander.

The audience's eyes gathered.

"Uh, what do you mean..."
Chapter completed!