"It's about to start..."

When the camera locked the No. 1 kitchen counter, several young people arrived late in the guest seat in the tent.

Except for Ye Feizhou, the remaining four people from the "Five Chinese Shows" arrived.

As soon as he sat down and took a breath and recovered, Tang Yuqiong fired at Li Han, "It was you who insisted that we wait for you together. You delayed for an hour before we arrived, which almost made us miss it!"

"This is really not my fault, it is actually the Lou Lin ship..." Li Han asked for an injustice to explain.

clang!

At this time, the bell rang at 10 o'clock in the morning, and the male celebrant on the stage held a scroll with the title in his hand. He happened to see the four late prides of famous families and glanced at the other side with a shocking glance, but his hands were not stopped. With a trembling shaking, the scroll was unfolded to the end.

So, the topic with black characters on white background is clearly fallen into the camera.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes are there, either on the scene or in front of various display screens, keeping a close eye on the handwriting on the question scroll—

fragrant!

Just one word, square regular script.

"fragrant?"

It took a while before the scene was breathing, and the riots spread to the entire venue and even the entire metropolis.

"Has the word missed?"

Inside a commercial square in Shanghai, Zhu Qing and Zhao Tong were on the elevator in the mall. Listening to the sounds echoing on the floor, they couldn't help but stop and chat with their best friend, staring at the big screen in a restaurant next to the elevator, and a strange look immediately appeared on their pretty faces.

"Fragrance?" Zhao Tong's ears moved, he pondered for a moment, and then said with a smile: "A Qing, I guess this "Fragrance" refers to the word in the six-character recipe of cooking 'color, fragrance, taste, shape and meaning'. After all, this is a collision of young heroes in the field of cooking. In fact, the connotation of the text has long been imprisoned in this field, and it is impossible to get out of it, otherwise it would be a topic-by-topic!"

"I know!"

The strangeness on Zhu Qing's face turned into a kind of madness of regret, "Hurry up, let's go back and stop shopping! Who made this question? Didn't you hit the gun? I'd known it if I had known..."

Zhao Tong could only let his best friend pull him up. He couldn't help but be surprised when he heard Zhu Qing cursing.

Is it a muzzle? Does it mean to hit the muzzle?

on site.

"The word "scent" extends in the field of cooking. It can be said that it is the smell smelled by the nose, or the actual taste tasted by the tongue...or, standing at a high place represents the seasoning level of a whole dish!"

Wei An told Kong Chun this.

The two dragon chefs in Baiyulou were also whispering due to the atmosphere.

"Well, this question is good!" Kong Chun is a thin scholar who looks like a teacher. He is in his fifties, his temples are white in his hair, his eyes are bright and vivid. "From the question from a sensory perspective, it is the smell of the nose and the taste of the tongue."

"Or, order directly, starting from the basic seasoning of the dish, and making "seasoning" to the extreme is to perfectly interpret this assessment question!"

Kong Chun said this, and his thoughts seemed to be trying to solve the problem from his own perspective.

Wei An laughed and said, "Brother Kong, do you think anyone of the young heroes present can really push "seasoning" to the extreme? If this is Lin Chu's food halberd topic..."

Words came to an abrupt end.

It was obvious that a figure suddenly appeared in Wei An's head, reminding him like a ghost!

"Don't forget that No. 1 player." Kong Chun looked slightly solemn, "To be honest, I still don't believe that this generation will have a minor Lin Chu again. I don't doubt Qinglian's taste, but this matter is too incredible. You must know that since those geniuses disappeared one after another, there has been no such evil in the Chinese world."

He pointed to the Forbidden City in the north.

"That dragon leader was only nineteen years old when he was crossing the Linmen."

Upon hearing this, Wei An's eyes flashed, "So I pulled you over today and went to the scene to take a look--"

Bang!

Speaking of this, Wei An slapped the armrest of the chair with both hands and cast a solemn look at the No. 1 kitchen table in a conspicuous position, "Seeing it is true! I hope he..."

While the two talked, the hundreds of young talents who knew the questions were like going to the exam room, and they all lowered their heads and frowned and thought.

The lens, the broadcast screen locks in the No. 1 kitchen counter.

The moment she saw the topic clearly, Xia Yu's face was stunned.

"It's fragrant!"

I had the urge to rub my face in public, but Xia Yu had the awareness of a public figure. At least he held it back and pretended to think hard, but he wanted to laugh in his heart. So the reason for rubbing his face is very simple. In order not to make his expression break, he held back laughing, especially when he was watching, it was quite difficult.

He didn't know how many people were paying attention to him and looking at him.

If it were placed in Japan, the audience in the audience might have been ignored by him as NPCs. However, breathing the air of this land, there was a slightly familiar urban building in his sight. There seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept reminding Xia Yu:

This is Shang Hai!

Chinese world!

He is in Shanghai and in mainland China!

A completely different land, an older and vast world of chefs!

It was completely different from what I felt when I just returned to China to take the stage last week. Xia Yu's breathing suddenly became a little heavy and he couldn't control his heartbeat frequency. "Am I excited?"

Look at the teenage girls on the same stage who frowned and worked hard to prepare the recipe.

With Xia Yu's current cooking skills and mood, looking at these children is like parents watching children play at the entrance of the kindergarten. Although it is a bit impolite to say this, the difference between Lin Chu and Special Chu is like this.

So, his inner excitement has nothing to do with this group of peers.

Swish-

The guest seats in the audience, Wei An and Kong Chun, frowned and met the sharp gaze projected directly from the No. 1 kitchen counter.

"This boy..."

The two old guys also came from young, and they fought countless times in their lives. How could they not feel the surging and restless fighting flames in their sight?

For a moment, the two were stunned as if they were regarded as prey, but then they were annoyed by the younger generation underestimated and provoked.

The older one is, the more face you need.

Whether Wei An or Kong Chun, who was born in the Confucius family in Qilu, he definitely didn't want to be old, but was treated as a stepping stone under his feet to see the scenery at a high place by a young man.

"Chef Xia, can you talk about your interpretation of the topic of "scent"?"

The emcee walked down from the reviewing table and handed Xia Yu the microphone.

This unexpected link made the audience lose their voices.

Including those on the same stage who are thinking and preparing recipes, they all look over.

Far from Huihu Headquarters.

The other two dragon chefs, Mr. Lan and Mr. Li, also sat watching TV.

Old Lan raised his thumb to Wei Qinglian, who was standing, "Yes, this arrangement is wonderful. It is the stage for young people. Adding more elements to liven up the atmosphere can also inspire the younger generation to strive for the first place."

When she was accidentally interviewed on the stage, Xia Yu seemed very calm, and countless shots failed to capture any tension from his face.

"An interpretation of "scent"?"

Xia Yu pondered.

As the only male in the reviewing station team, the middle-aged emcee was an old driver. She thought Xia Yu didn't know how to speak, so she kindly prepared the steps for him. "Any interpretation is OK, just say what you think."

"no!"

Unexpectedly, Xia Yu's answer was just two words.

"Well?"

The middle-aged emcee was slightly stunned.

Immediately, the boy in the camera just smiled and raised his fingers on his lips, "Shh!"

"I don't want to say that it's better to give food to the cook's heart. Telling it out is equivalent to revealing the answer in advance. That's so boring, right?"
Chapter completed!