There are just a few dishes that can be cooked.

Now it's so awkward and coaxing, what about it, afterwards, it's not about relying on yourself.

After all, he has already been promoted, and he has already scored six points.

Dad said that at this stage, people who want to exceed five points are very rare.

Had it not been for the age requirement, Dad would have personally entered the battle, and would not let himself take risks.

Thinking of this, Han Moli became very confident again.

Anyway, listening to Dad's words, they stepped up on Zheng Qingming together, and their Huang family would surely rise up.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Han Moli was thinking about it. At this moment, the crowd burst into laughter again.

She raised her head suspiciously and looked up.

It turns out... Zheng Qingming is cooking rice.

Seeing this situation, Han Moli couldn't help laughing.

Zheng Qingpu's fried rice is very simple, with only chives and eggs in it.

In addition, there is only white rice.

Seeing this, she couldn't help laughing.

Zheng Qingming really thought she was making a movie?

In the movie, the counterattack of various chefs is a bowl of egg fried rice.

But she... can't do it at all, okay? Don't come out to be funny.

She looked at it, blushing for her.

When this kind of food is tested, the people who come out for fried rice are very naive.

Amidst the laughter of everyone, Zheng Qingming's egg fried rice has been fried.

She used a stainless steel cover to cover her egg fried rice and put it in a tray for two people.

He sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

I still have heat stroke, even though I took the medicine, it still can't be relieved.

Now that I have fried rice, it smells good, and when I smell it, I feel a disgusting feeling in my heart.

Fortunately, she was just cooking simple egg fried rice. If she was cooking other dishes, first of all, her body would not be able to support it.

Zheng Qingming sat and wiped the sweat from his forehead again.

After sitting for a while, I heard the end bell.

Everyone's dishes were served.

They are all three-star Michelin chefs, and all of them have been cooked for ten dishes.

It's Zheng Qingming's meal.

When the stainless steel lid was just opened, everyone seemed to feel a burst of light.

This egg fried rice exudes light.

But when I waited for the next second to see, the light disappeared again.

Several judges saw this ordinary egg fried rice, and at this moment, it turned out to be dazzling.

One by one involuntarily stretched out the spoons. After a while, the egg fried rice was empty.

"very!!"

Several judges unanimously gave this answer after dividing the egg fried rice.

"Very good, really good!"

And the judges ate their last meal and praised them sincerely.

When Zheng Qingming heard this score, the expression on his face was still calm.

She walked down, found a place and sat down.

c At this time, there was a burst of nausea in my heart, and I always wanted to vomit.

What's more, I feel dizzy and even fall down.

"Zheng Qingming, when did you make fried rice so delicious?"

Han Moli walked to her side and questioned aloud.