v2 Chapter 153： Game goes live

Jiang Feng, who was miserable, continued to sit in the corner silently for lunch, and Zhang Guanghang was sitting on the sofa in the lounge, surrounded by young or young female staff.

Longan, cherry, freshly squeezed juice, delicate fruit plate ...

Jiang Feng looked at the boxed lunch in his hands and the boiling water that was already cool by his feet.

What a sharp contrast, what a huge gap.

Jiang Feng immediately turned his head and looked at it.

At more than seventy forty, the staff came to call the players to go to the playing field.

The audience was all in, and the judges were seated at the judges. Jiang Feng knows nothing about the lighting camera. Anyway, someone who knows it is doing it. He just needs to stand quietly in front of the cooking table and wait for the game to start.

Han Guishan sat leisurely on the jury seat and looked at each player with interest. Sometimes Jiang Feng was really curious about where this weird boss came from so much time every day.

Jiang Feng looked at the auditorium. The provincial Taiwan was the provincial Taiwan. Even the seats in the auditorium were so spacious. Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian sat in the second row and stood out. Jiang Jiankang waved excitedly at Jiang Feng.

Comrade Wang Xiulian looked disgusted, and pia knocked his left hand down.

Jiang Weiming smiled at him. Jiang Weiguo was looking elsewhere. He didn't see Jiang Feng at all. It happened that Sun Guanyun was sitting next to Jiang Weiguo.

There are no pots on the cooking table, only chopping boards and kitchen knives, and a bowl of mysterious substances that can't be seen, such as a mixture of various spices and seasonings and a glass of strangely colored juice.

It seems that Wu Minqi guessed right, this time it was the swordman.

The lighting photography was all in place, and at 8:00, the live broadcast started on time.

The hostess spoke passionately with some opening words that no one cared about, just a few words, gave a brief introduction to the good taste cooking competition, and introduced the sponsors, and quickly began to introduce the judges to the topic.

All the contestants were surprised to find that the host's introduction to the judges was the same set of words that they had said to them before, without changing a word.

"Now, let me announce the rules of the 32-16 elimination game."

Finally, it is time to move on.

"The theme of this game is, Miho." As soon as the host's voice fell, the big characters Mi and Mi appeared on the display behind.

"As we all know, knives and seasoning are the basic skills of a chef. In this game, we will test the basic skills of each player."

"Each cooking table has a bowl of a mixture of sixteen spice seasonings. You can only smell it. If you violate the rules, you will be disqualified on the spot. The glass of vegetable juice on the right side of the cooking table , It is the juice made by mixing 12 kinds of cooked vegetables, you can taste it freely. Everyone has half an hour to observe and answer. The white board is under the cooking table, you get one point for the right answer, and make a mistake. One point is deducted, please don't try to pass the blind guess by trying to get lucky. "

"The eight players with the lowest scores will be eliminated on the spot."

"Three minutes before the start of the game, as soon as the countdown on the screen ends, players can start."

A countdown clock appears on the display.

Jiang Feng felt a little stunned in her heart, feeling that she was going to be cold.

Looking around in horror, everyone's face was full of calm and calm, the problem was not big, trivial, really simple.

His face was light and light, as if the champion had already been in his pocket.

Jiang Feng felt that he was a rookie who had strayed into a rally.

"Dad, what should I do, Xiaofeng has a bad sense of smell and taste!" Jiang Jiankang in the audience was also panicked, and he hurried to Jiang Weiguo for help. How can he compare! "

"Shut up!" Jiang Weiguo said impatiently.

"Well, your grandson is going to be eliminated?" Sun Guanyun poured fuel on the fire.

"If my grandson eliminated your grandson, it would be almost the same." Jiang Weiguo went back.

"Ah."

His face was calm and he was panicked. The person next to Jiang Fengxue looked at the spice in the bowl calmly.

It is really powder. At present, Jiang Feng can not see even the larger particles. It can be said that the ground has been polished very carefully, and there is no room for drilling.

The three-minute countdown, one drop per second, Jiang Feng is more nervous with each drop. It is like having a butcher rack around his neck, dropping a little bit, and the end of the game is dead.

Both fathers are sitting in the auditorium. If Jiang Feng is eliminated, it may be difficult to live in the studio.

"Dripping, dripping, dripping, the game starts." The mechanical sound started.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath and comforted herself.

It's okay, they're all pretending, they're actually very generous, who can be sure of this anti-human subject.

Grab a small powder and place it in the palm of your hand, rub it apart, send it to the tip of your nose and close your eyes to sniff.

The first is the taste of star anise and angelica, which is very easy to distinguish.

Sixteen kinds of spices and seasonings are mixed together, and they can only be smelled but not tasted. Some of the spices are close in flavor, and some are very light but have a strong flavor. Jiang Feng closed her eyes, motionlessly, and smelled it quietly for a long time, which would make people wonder if he was asleep.

Jiang Jiankang felt that way. He didn't dare to bother Jiang Weiguo, but only to trouble Wang Xiulian.

"What's the situation with us, don't move it!"

"Should it be asleep?"

"Tell him to take a good rest. Don't play with your phone until midnight, just don't listen. Look, you are sleepy at the critical moment."

"What to do, what to do, others have begun to write, why can't he move!"

Wang Xiulian was also nervous. Jiang Jiankang was even more nervous when he was so stunned, he yelled: "You shut up your old lady, sleep your big head!"

Jiang Jiankang closed his mouth in a grievance.

After a while, Wang Xiulian asked, "Is it difficult to smell this question?"

"It's difficult." Jiang Jiankang said straightforwardly, "It's harder to smell spices than drink vegetable juice, and your sense of smell is too tested."

On the other side, Sun Guanyun also said to himself: "When you smell the spice, you can see it from Xu Cheng."

Eight minutes passed, Jiang Feng finally opened his eyes.

He smelled seven.

Star anise, angelica, pepper, lemongrass, peppercorn, mint and cumin.

There are also cinnamon sticks and cinnamon sticks, he smells secretly, but can't judge which one.

There are only seven species that can be determined, and he is really bottomless.

After a subconscious look, most people have begun to taste vegetable juice.

Jiang Feng wrote the seven species he had identified on the whiteboard, then picked up the vegetable juice.

Weird color, twelve kinds of vegetables mixed, Jiang Feng stunned and almost came out of tears.

I understand the reason, why do you put Chaotianjiao.

Is this skin happy?

At the first sip, Jiang Feng tasted Chaotian pepper.

Despairingly, he took the cup and tasted a second sip.

Tomatoes, pumpkins, and radishes.

Third bite, the onion has some kind of mushroom.

Fourth mouth, carrot, loofah.

Fifth mouth, Chinese cabbage.

At the sixth mouth, Jiang Feng dared to use his experience of boiled mushroom soup for a month to guarantee that the mushrooms in it were Hericium.

Seventh mouth, cabbage.

Number eight, potatoes.

The ninth mouth, did not drink out.

Tenth mouth, still did not drink.

Eleventh.

Jiang Feng was a little bit stretched.

With half a glass of vegetable juice underneath, coupled with the previously eaten box lunch, Jiang Feng was afraid to snore in public.

The last vegetable didn't taste.

Jiang Feng started writing vegetable names on the whiteboard.

In the audience, Wang Xiulian saw Jiang Feng's current status at a glance, turned to Jiang Jiankang and said, "My son is full."

Jiang Jiankang: "..."

His son was so sincere, everyone else tasted it little by little, and he drank bite by bite, and then it seemed that a large glass would be consumed by him.

With seven kinds of spices and eleven kinds of vegetables, Jiang Feng is sure he can get eighteen points. Before starting to be complacent, looking around, everyone's face was full of good intentions.

Jiang Feng, the vegetable juice, can't drink anymore, and it will be really good to drink it, and he has already drank so much that he can't taste the last two even after drinking all.

He set his sights on the spices.

There are more than ten minutes, and if you work hard, you may be able to smell cinnamon or cinnamon sticks.

Picking up the bowl of spices, Jiang Feng planned to sniff the whole bowl.

Align the bowl edge with the tip of your nose.

"Ding, the game update is complete."

Jiang Feng is too late to be happy, the next second——

"An optional side mission appears, please ..."

"Optional appears ..."

"appear……"

"Get 97 points ..."

"Get 6 ..."

"obtain……"

"Get ..."

"Acquired: Identification (Advanced)."

"Open message ..."

"Get 1 ..."

...

Hundreds of different game sounds ~ www.novelhall.com ~ at the same time sounded in Jiang Feng's mind, like a shell, exploded in his head.

"Duang."

Jiang Feng held the seasoning bowl and fell directly to the ground.

"Shit!" Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang screamed in the auditorium.

The two old men stood up suddenly.

"Jiang Feng!" Wu Minqi dropped the cup in her hand and ran towards him.

"This player!"

"Jiang Feng player!"

On and off the stage immediately messed up.

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