1265: C1265 It Takes a Day to Cook

C1265 It Takes a Day to Cook

"What about Little He?"

"He seems to be laughing at Chef Yang with malicious intentions!"

"The villains are all laughing like that. We don't discriminate against him, but if he doesn't cook well, why is he laughing at us, chef Yang?"

"I don't know. Does he think he's going to win for sure?"

"In his dreams? I think he wants to disturb Chef Yang."

"Are you joking with our Chef Yang? Or do you have other motives?"

"I think I should ask him."

"Maybe he just wants to laugh. Ignore him and focus on appreciating Chef Yang. He has been busy for so long, but Chef Yang is still very handsome and handsome."

"You're right!"

……

Yang Soong, on the other hand, did not slow down and steadily filled up the food.

After he finished filling up the dish, the pot of soup that was hanging in the air finally stopped boiling and turned off the lid.

"What the hell? What smells so good?"

"This is too fragrant, isn't it?"

The sleeping person woke up while salivating.

Before he could open his eyes, saliva fell on his feet.

"It's raining?"

"The rain smells so good!"

"You bastard, your saliva is like a river!"

……

The judges in Little Black's room chewed on the mantou, ate the stir-fried vegetables, and shed tears of regret.

Why did they agree to let Nozawa Ichiro, that scammer, be locked up in the small black room?

Was it because of money?

That was the reason why some people were willing to do so. Some were not.

The dishes the five of them ate were tomato fried eggs, bitter melon fried eggs, and a plate of bitter chrysanthemums.

It was said that these three dishes were rich in nutrition, and they also helped to clear the heat and remove the fire, which helped to maintain the sensitivity of the taste.

They ate one meal in the afternoon, and another in the evening.

They were exactly the same. As senior chefs, they naturally had no dignity as a senior food evaluator.

When they woke up in the middle of the night from hunger, they didn't need to eat mantous anymore.

The take-out delivered a bowl of tomato egg noodles to each of them.

The judges smelled the soup outside and almost smashed the bowl.

"This is too much!"

"This is intolerable. Let me see another thing in the morning. I will tear down this broken house!"

The person in charge quickly made a guarantee. "Definitely not. We'll eat buns and porridge in the morning, as well as provide fruit. Everyone, bear with it. It's already the second day. More than half of the time has passed. We'll be able to eat Buddha Jumping the Wall at noon."

Victory was in sight.

Yang Soong's dishes were also ready. The fire was stewed.

It was time to rest.

Ozawa walked proudly towards Yang Soong, wanting to say something to him.

He had been waiting for Yang Soong for a long time.

He believed that Yang Soong would definitely talk to him about something.

After all, there was only one more step before the Buddha Jumping over the Wall could get out of the pot.

They should say something before the final result was out.

Before he could get close, Yang Soong took out a big package from a drawer at the side.

'What is that? A secret weapon? Nozawa Ichiro suddenly stopped and stared at Yang Soong nervously, afraid that Yang Soong would take out some mysterious ingredients that he did not know about and turn the tables on him.

Yang Soong took out another box.

"There are actually two secret weapons!" Nozawa Ichiro pulled his face with both hands and nearly collapsed.

Yang Soong took out another box.

"The third one! The third one! Ahhhhh..." Nozawa Ichiro couldn't help but cry out loudly, waking up all the people who were sleeping.

Yang Soong couldn't help but look at him, sigh, and ignore him.

Nozawa ran over and pointed at the three secret weapons with trembling fingers. His voice was also trembling. "Why did you prepare so much?"

In the previous steps, whether it was the ingredients or not, nozawa had been very cunning. Yang Soong did not take out any ingredients and spices that he had never seen or heard of. It seemed that he did not have any trump cards this time. It was not a big deal for him. I don't have to be afraid at all. I lost to him before because I was careless. Forget about the past, hug now... The victory in the future belongs to me!

Such a wonderful feeling continues until just now.

"You Huaxia people are too crafty. You actually waited until this moment to take out your secret weapon. In order to win, you are really unscrupulous." Nozawa Ichiro suffered a blow.

Yang Soong was helpless. "What kind of crazy thing are you talking about?"

He opened the big package and found that it was a bed. There were all kinds of bedding and pillow, especially the mattress that would automatically heat up. It would not be cold when sleeping on the ground.

Nozawa was dumbfounded. "What are you doing with these useless things?"

"None of your business."

"[What did those two boxes contain?] Were they mysterious ingredients? Or were they special spices? I knew you Huaxia people... " Nozawa was speechless.

Yang Soong had taken out two rectangular tents and placed them on both sides of his bed.

"Get up. I'm going to sleep." He even put on his nightcap.

The question marks on Nozawa's head were even more lush than the four-leaf clover on the head of the village chief.

"Let me remind you, the land you're standing on right now is called China. Mind your mouth, your mouth is full of shit. I'm very unhappy."

Yang Soong put on his eyepatch and fell asleep just like that.

His breathing was steady and long. Nozawa walked back in a daze.

The surrounding crowd silently watched him.

"Let's beat this old brat up."

"Don't say that, he's an international friend after all, you have to be polite"

"Then what do you mean?"

" I'll treat him to braised iron shovels, steamed saws, and stewed insoles. "

"I understand. This grandson is very suitable for rolling, right, baby cow!"

F * ck off and understand.

"Ah!" Nozawa Ichiro suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream that shook the heavens and the earth.

Yang Soong was woken up. He sighed, took out a pair of earplugs, and continued to sleep.

Nozawa hurriedly turned the fire down...

Yang Soong slept peacefully.

On the arena, the audience and the judges of Little Dark Room finally had a moment of peace.

Nozawa's heart was hanging in the air.

'What should I do? What should I do? 'What should I do? I'll start the fire! After three and a half minutes, the sea cucumber came down late, and the time for the fish lips to be changed later. I'm finished. This pot is no longer the perfect Buddhist Jumping Over the Wall.

In the midst of despair, he saw Yang Soong.

Yang Soong had fallen asleep. He was still sleeping soundly. Would he miss the time as well?

Nozawa stared at Yang Soong and silently calculated the time.

There was still an hour left, and Yang Soong also wanted to go down with the sea cucumber.

Ten minutes passed, and Yang Soong slept soundly.

Twenty minutes passed, and Yang Soong was still sleeping.

Forty minutes had passed, and Yang Soong was sleeping even more soundly.

Fifty minutes passed, and Nozawa Ichiro heard Yang Soong talking in his sleep.

……

There were still three minutes left, two minutes left. Once the time was up, Yang Soong would make the same mistake as him.

This was great!

Ozawa was so happy that he couldn't breathe.

Suddenly, Yang Soong stretched his body and sat up. He walked steadily to the wine jar and turned off the fire. He quickly put the sea cucumber in and sealed the mouth again. He opened the fire to the maximum, and it did not even take a second for it to turn into a civilized fire.1

Yang Soong washed his hands, drank some water, and went back to sleep.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Ozawa knew that things were different.

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