"Mother..." Tang Tianxing hesitated a little, "Ye Feizhou, that junior is second. The key is that there is Baiyulou behind him, and there is also that person. Xia Qing and this young man. Although he has been in the limelight recently, it is still unknown whether the momentum can be maintained. We will make a move now, isn't it too early?"

Old Mrs. Tang shook her head, with a flash of wisdom in her eyes, "If you don't make a move now, it will be too late to wait until the Chinese world is in chaos, and if you make a move, it will be too late!"

"Don't hesitate, this carp will soon leap on the dragon gate. When the dragon comes out of the abyss, I, Tang, can also ride the wind!"

Tang Tianxing nodded, "I would like to obey my mother's arrangements!"

...

After the race, a car was racing towards the suburban estate.

Kong Chun was busy with things, so he returned to the imperial capital from Shanghai two days ago. Wei An, the second Dragon Venerable in Baiyu Building, has been staying in the manor. He has to look for Ye Feizhou every morning and evening to answer his questions and answer questions. The small stove was very prosperous, but he didn't know what the effect was.

"Qinglian?"

Unexpectedly, the deputy general manager of this session, drove to the suburbs to see him when the auditions were in full swing. Wei An was very surprised when he opened the door to Wei Qinglian, "Why are you here?"

Wei Qinglian's eyes turned to the living room and happened to catch a glimpse of Ye Feizhou closing the door and entering the quiet room.

Look at the TV in the hall again, the screen is black.

really.

Busy instilling cooking knowledge into Ye Feizhou, Wei An seemed to have completely forgotten the first major battle today, until Wei Qinglian lowered her eyes slightly and tried to tell in a steady tone: "It's another 300 points."

"Um?"

Wei An's pupils shrank, and he finally remembered that the third round of auditions was going to be held today, and all the competitions ended on the same day.

His face changed in a slight and gloomy manner, which was quite exciting.

"Come with me-" Wei An turned around and glanced at the closed door of the quiet room. Just like last time he had a secret conversation with Kong Chun, he whispered to Wei Qinglian, then covered the Xuanmen Pass of the villa and went to the corner of the courtyard.

What Wei An couldn't expect was that as soon as he and Wei Qinglian disappeared from the glass door of the entrance hall, the door of the quiet room opened. In a gap, Ye Feizhou was wearing loose plain clothes and pants. The face in the gap was a little surprised and suspicious. He held the right hand of the recipe book, and he held it tightly, his fingers and palms red.

The content of Wei An and Wei Qinglian’s conversation is easy to guess, it is nothing more than 300 points.

However, Wei An was surprised when he heard Wei Qinglian telling about Xia Yu's dishes.

"A spice formula that splits into two?"

"Self-attacking yourself?"

Wei Qinglian said expressionlessly: "Yes, he realized the split combination of spice formulas in a dish. The part with 'salty fermented black beans' as the core forms a spear, and the part with 'light fermented black beans' as the core is a shield. As long as you can understand these two core hubs, other materials are no longer important."

Just by oral expression, Wei An seemed to see a sharp spear, constantly facing a solid shield, poking and poking, dynamic picture.

Even old guys like Wei An, who are well-informed and well-educated, were surprised by it. Obviously, Xia Yu's performance of the Demon King cuisine was really extraordinary this time, and he could get a lot of shattered eyes.

You should know that according to common sense, in the eyes of tasters, the spice formula is a structural picture such as "mountain", "beehive", and "Jiuchong Mountain".

However.

Like a musical piece, there are two chapters in the main structure, and the spice formula where the musical symbols are still fighting each other is incredible.

...

“Not enough!”

On the way home, Xia Yu faced Zhu Qing's questioning and shook his head, "It's just a basic operation, a recipe that can meet my cooking skills."

In the car, not only Zhu Qing stared at him, but Zhao Tong and Zhao Qi were also puzzled.

"If I only pursue qualifications every time, not surpassing, or exceeding the limits that I can reach in my current cooking skills, then how can I make progress? Do I want the dragon level?"

As he answered in a very plain manner, Xia Yu moved his eyebrows and reached into his pocket, grabbed a brand new spice formula note and spread it on his knees.

The 8 spice names that can be memorized by memorization:

Fermented black beans, garlic, scallion, perilla, gardenia, mint, burdock, almonds.

In my head, there was a scene where the female celebrity chef in Yunmengze bowed and asked for joy in the backstage of Longmen Pavilion before.

Seeing Xia Yu calm down quickly, the three people in the car were stunned.

"This guy doesn't look like a top student who just got 300 points from the exam room!"

Zhao Qi complained viciously.

"Can we give us salted fish a way out?"

At the same time, Zhao Qi felt a voice sighing in his heart.

Will there be the day when such a "young demon king" who is always pursuing progress be defeated and killed by the brave?
Chapter completed!