If Zhao Qishan can't restore his memory in his whole life, then no one can take it away, including that Murong Yinyin.

   "Cher..."

   Zhao Qishan worked hard to restrain himself, and when Xueer was a little older, he must eat Xueer and wipe it up!

  The two slept together all night.

   When he woke up in the morning, Zhao Qishan's arms were a little numb.

   "Sigh~~" Zhao Qishan shook his arm.

"What's wrong?"

   "numb..."

  Han Yingxue smiled awkwardly and reached out to help Zhao Qishan rub.

"feel better now?"

   "Yeah!" Zhao Qishan nodded.

  Xueer's small hand, helping him to squeeze it, is very comfortable.

   The competition goes to the second round.

   Twenty-four people participated in the competition, and eight people advanced. After the promotion, it is the final finals.

   The second round of the competition directly limited the dishes of the competition.

   Braised Pork!

  Every cook cooks a braised pork.

  Han Yingxue guessed that the title of this competition was definitely decided by Murong Qing. With Murong Qing's bizarre temperament, he must have let people do what he wanted to eat.

   In the audience, Bai Wuyan asked curiously, "Aqing, why do you let them cook only one dish? It's all braised pork later, aren't you afraid you'll vomit?"

   "You don't know that, it's just because you cook the same dish that you know who's craftsmanship is better."

   In yesterday's competition, Qin Feng said that he wanted to eat chicken, so the competition was to ask the cook to make all kinds of chicken. Now Murong Qing said that he wanted to eat braised pork, so in today's competition, all the cooks cooked were braised pork.

   is also not afraid of eating nausea to him! Bai Wuyan secretly complained in his heart.

   "Tomorrow's competition, I will decide the topic!" Bai Wuyan said.

   They can't always eat whatever they want. In the third round, the chefs have to choose what to do. They will definitely do what they are best at, and the dishes they produce will definitely be the best.

  The competition is in full swing, and several people on the jury are waiting slowly, chatting a few words from time to time.

   "Aqing, I heard that yesterday's dish was made by a little girl?" Qin Feng asked.

   Murong Qing knew that the dish Qin Feng was talking about was beggar chicken, and the little girl he was talking about was Han Yingxue.

   When he ate that dish yesterday, Murong Qing guessed that Han Yingxue made that dish, and only Miss Xue'er could make dishes that they had never seen before.

"Yes!"

   "This little girl is really amazing!" Qin Feng sighed.

   Not only is she beautiful, but her craftsmanship is also so good.

   When he saw Han Yingxue that day, he never thought that she was really the cook who came to participate in the competition.

   This is the first time he has seen such a young restaurant chef, and it is the first time he has seen such a young chef with such good skills.

   Qin Feng is now very interested in Han Yingxue.

   "Xiao Feng, what are you thinking? Are you thinking in such a trance?" Murong Qing was talking to Qin Feng just now, but he didn't seem to hear it.

   "No, nothing!" Qin Feng smiled.

   "Xiao Feng, I've become a lot stupider after you returned to the capital!" Murong Qing sighed.

   Qin Feng's smile was a little unnatural.

   Does he have it?

   "Xiao Feng, don't listen to Ah Qing, I still think he's a lot stupid!" Bai Wuyan said.

  “…”

   When the three of them complained about each other, Han Yingxue cooked the dish calmly.

She doesn't know how many times she has made    braised pork, and the competition does not come up with a difficult problem.