Chapter 1375

After a while, Mo Yangyang made a decision. She ordered tofu and some other side dishes

Mo Yang Yang said to Xiao Chu, "today, let's make Pingqiao bean curd soup."

Xiao Chu nodded.

Mo Yangyang's choice today can't be a dish, it should be said that it's a soup, it's a Huaiyang dish

She thought that most of today's players should choose meat. If she chooses again, there will be nothing new.

It's better to be smart. This Pingqiao bean curd soup is more suitable for the judges to get rid of their tiredness after tasting a lot of meat dishes.

Pingqiao bean curd soup is simple to say, but it's also simple. It's hard to say, but it's not easy to do.

Mo Yangyang made some improvements to this dish

There is still enough time, so Mo Yangyang does it slowly.

What's more, his dish is not the same as last time. It's not suitable to serve it early.

Mo Yangyang does it in an orderly way. It's like cooking at home. He doesn't panic or feel sad

All kinds of fragrances from the next room came one after another. Through these fragrances, Mo Yang Yang could roughly know the materials they chose.

Mo Yang Yang was a little curious and wanted to know what Fu congsu next door had done this time?

However, this curiosity was soon forgotten by Mo Yangyang. After all, at this time, it's useless to think about others, only to focus on one's own food.

However, when cooking, Mo Yangyang found that there was a photographer carrying a camera to shoot her from the stop.

Mo Yang Yang wondered why so many photographers had been taken this time.

It seems that they are all very professional. There are referees passing in front of her or stopping to watch.

The nearest screen in the rest area to Xie xieze's was switched back to see Mo Yangyang.

The scattered crowd gathered again.

Once again, there was a discussion.

"This little sister's technique looks very powerful. I feel that she can be promoted."

"Yes, it doesn't look like a man who only lives on his face."

"It doesn't have to be, everything doesn't have to wait until the result of the game comes out."

"Why don't we make a bet on whether the 67 little sister can be promoted."

"OK..."

Xie Fengmian listened to their gambling and thought, "my husband is still sitting here. Won't you stop?

He secretly looked at Xie Xize. At this time, he looked calm and focused on Mo Yangyang, as if he could not hear what the people behind him were saying.

But the more Xie xieze was like this, the more he let Xie Fengmian lose his mind.

Xie Fengmian reached for his father and wanted him to say something.

As a result, what about people?

Xie Fengmian found that Xie Beizhao had disappeared at some time.

Xie Fengmian turned to look for someone, but It turns out that Xie Beizhao is crowded in the middle of that group of people. Unexpectedly I'm betting.

Xie Fengmian (⇀‸↼‶)

is this still the father he knows?

However, what makes Xie Fengmian even more uncomfortable is that his father didn't call him when he went to bet.

How can we not call him a 100% winner?

So, Xie Fengmian quietly got up and walked over, "I'm going to be promoted by No. 67..."

Then he threw out his car key. "That's what I'm pressing on today."

The car he drove here today is a Big Ben worth two or three million yuan.

Among Xie Fengmian's cars, this is a relatively ordinary one.

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