Feihong was just asleep and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

This door was not strong and was pushed open.

They were two burly men who brought him a food picture with cosmic magnetic stones in the competition restaurant.

That's what he had worked hard to get before.

They looked around the room for a week and placed it on Feihong's desk. Without saying hello to him, they immediately left.

Feihong guessed that the qualities of these two people were good or bad. Anyway, they came to help him deliver them. If he asked him to pick them up by himself, he still didn't know which picture to take first.

But he was very strange. When he was looking at the wall, the pictures seemed to be hung on the wall or floating on the wall. Is it what Lin Xia said about a particularly powerful cosmic magnetic force?

So what material is made of the wall in their competition restaurant? He was particularly curious.

There is a mysterious color on the table. Although the food picture is on it, the dark blue light around the frame is dotted with stars, so he pays more attention to these things. Although the picture is nothing more than some home-cooked dishes, they all have a vague color of the starry sky. Are they painted or printed? They are not similar.

Anyway, this picture is now owned by him, so he simply stretched out his finger and touched it quietly.

There was no reaction...so, what could such a picture have?

He immediately laughed at his ignorance and recklessness, and then planned to go to bed to have another chance to recover.

I didn't sleep well. Since I came, I made the two rogue chefs mess up, and he felt panic all day long.

But that kind of obsession seems to be helping him, so that he will not be so impatient, but will face everything on the court calmly, steadily and calmly, so he can successfully win this level.

Before he could walk back to the bed, he suddenly felt a burning feeling of the finger he had just touched the picture. He then took his finger to his eyes and looked at it. Unexpectedly, his finger turned into a blue one. Isn’t this a fantasy joke?

He thought to himself: "Is there something wrong with that picture? It's a special pigment. Will I be poisoned and die?"

In fact, Feihong, his inner potential, did not wake up from his original will. It turned out that he was a famous mage, so he would not be afraid of life and death, nor fear of these things. It was just because he was attached to Qin Feihong now, but instead became a state of humor.

He quickly strided back to the table just now, and then carefully looked at the scene just now. Unexpectedly, a hole appeared in the place where his fingers touched, and the pigment had already been absorbed on his fingers. There was obviously a fingerprint on the fingertips in that place.

Feihong couldn't help but think: "?No, if this is true, if some people in that place are not honest, they might have to touch it, then there will be traces of touch. But I saw that every painting is perfect as before. Did they give me a fake? I specially painted one and sent it to me. Is the picture still on the original display wall? In this way, wouldn't I be deceived? Then who should I ask for advice..."

But suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness. Feihong's potential power was stimulated. In fact, this energy was used to stimulate his ability. However, mortals would not absorb this energy at all.

This is the cosmic magnetic pigment. These pictures are made of this material. Few people except Lin Xia know about them. Those who know about them are the people around Lin Xia. Even Wang Meng and the others don’t know about them. They are subtly attracted to them, but they are actually not aware of them.

He bent down to look at the painting. While he was thinking about this, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The lock in this door was not strong. It was obviously locked, but when he looked up, it was Lin Xia. He quickly stood up and walked to his eyes. He was half a head shorter than Feihong, but he had a full aura.

"The foreign chefs have arrived at the plane and arrived at the venue where you competed before. There will be a rehearsal today, and the host will also come to rehearsal, and the scores will be included in the scores entering the finals. Although today is not a knockout match, it is considered a warm-up and ready to go."

"It's okay, just believe me!"

Lin Xia looked at him nervously, wondering whether Feihong was really confident or artificial. Then he took him out of the room, asked someone to dress him up for a simple dress, ate some food, and took him to the competition venue.

Today, the layout is a bit like a wedding scene, with some flowers and romantic surroundings. I watched some foreign chefs on the workbench there, each of them was busy and some were interviewed by reporters.

Host: "?Flowers and food are the best things in the world. When flowers meet food, this is a willful and beautiful encounter! Only food and flowers cannot be disappointed. Although it is a busy day, there are flowers, food and love, and a sense of happiness. This season of flowers blooming, wouldn't it be a pity if you don't have a flower banquet?"

He looked around and pointed at the foreign contestants who were rehearsing, saying, "Please ask our cameramen and assistants to look at the beautiful flowers and food ingredients in their hands?"

There was an extremely fresh smell inside. These flowers made the judges' eyes lit up. Feihong was a little helpless. He looked at Lin Xia, and Lin Xia gave him a sweet smile.

She knew that if Feihong lost in this game, he would be impressed and truly worship her as his teacher. She also wanted to see him, but Feihong was influenced by the power of food chips and never had the intention to give in. She thought: "?I don't know where this obsession comes from. If I have the potential for food, please let me burst out and let me make flower food too?"

Under his guidance, the chip power immediately developed the potential of the chef king, and one after another of the pictures of delicious flowers flashed in his mind: "?Host, I'm the first to come first?!"

"What?" Lin Xia, the judges and the crowd around him were surprised. Could this poor boy really make flowers and delicacies?

A tall foreign chef could understand Feihong and his language, and walked over with a little gloating look at Feihong, who was a little shorter than him: "?Do you want to be eliminated in advance? Don't want to wait and see here, so as not to feel jealous?"
Chapter completed!