Chapter 184

"Xinghe." When he spoke lightly, a cold light flashed in Mo Yang's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "When I was very young, my dearest grandfather died, and my mother told me that he went to the distant Xinghe, where every The stars are all people I know..."

"I think that grandpa didn't leave, and mother didn't leave. They are all in the stars. Just like the power of the stars that we use, they surround us at any time, lingering." He looked at Mu indifferently. Cang Yun, Mo Yang stepped forward and put the pearl in his hand on the table, "This is the source of stars. Whether real stars or fake pearls, they must be formed by the precipitation of time. Mother is in my heart. The beauty of this ice-breaker is incomparable to this ice-breaker, and the beauty of the galaxy lies in its intangibility.”

"Heh..." With a soft smile, Mu Cangyun leaned on the seat, his eyes swept over Feng Qingge, nodded slightly, and inserted the sign in his hand directly into the Golden Temple on the side.

Without any hesitation, Weiner quickly threw the sign in his hand to Mo Yang. On the Silver Star Zhaiyue Pavilion, only Zhong Menxi voted alone. This is completely unequal, two votes to one vote, but how could such unpalatable rice porridge be possible...

"Impossible, impossible, how could I lose to a little brat!" With wide eyes, Feng Yuan quickly rushed to the table, picked up a spoon and dug a spoonful of rice porridge. He knew he had lost completely.

The plump cheeks were pulled down immediately, Feng Yuan smiled coldly, turned his head to look at Mo Yang, and couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing: "Okay, boy, your cooking skills, even if you are a chef in the Golden Temple, won't help you. People dare to say you, you actually came to be a student. Your purpose, I don't want to pursue anything, but at your age, you can hide your emotions in food and cook meals with emotions. I, Feng Yuan, admire. you!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Feng Yuan, what's wrong with this dish!" Zhong Menxi's face sank immediately, but it's a pity that Feng Yuan's temperament is born like this, and he is a dead brain in cooking, no matter what Zhong Menxi does When he spoke, he fell silent.

With his hands making a very weird handprint in front of him, Feng Yuan said in a low voice, "I lost, the Temple of the Golden Dragon is really a crouching dragon and a tiger, it seems that I have to go back to continue my studies. Zhongmenxi, I want you to give The beautiful women, I can return it to you, this Golden Temple, I will walk around."

"You!" Feng Yuanqi almost vomited blood, Zhong Menxi's face couldn't be darker, his eyes were round, he stared at Feng Qingge, but he snorted coldly from the bottom of his heart, the boy in front of him is not simple , I know so many things, this game, no matter what, I have to win it!

Quickly grabbing Feng Yuan's wrist, Zhong Menxi laughed loudly: "Feng Yuan, you just left, don't you plan to watch the last game?"

The fat body trembled, Feng Yuan's eyes closed, staring at Feng Qingge and said, "Okay, the third game, I want to see your strength!"

Intuition told Feng Yuan that Feng Qingge in front of him was the most feared. His game had just passed, and he was even a little fortunate. Fortunately, he didn't follow the trend and compete softly.

Patting the folds on her clothes, Feng Qingge raised her eyebrows with a smile and said, "Then, in the third round, who will your Silver Star Zhaiyue Pavilion send to fight?"

The last game, absolutely can not lose!

A one-to-one draw!

With a cold light in his eyes, Zhong Menxi took off his clothes and said with a cold smile, "Of course it's me!"

"Pfft!" Seeing Zhong Menxi's lean body, Feng Qingge couldn't help but burst out laughing.

On the other hand, Shan Xiping blushed, slammed the table and shouted, "Zhong Menxi, you old man, shameless, you are a judge, how can you cook."

"Oh? Although I am a judge, I am also a representative of the Silver Star Zhaiyue Pavilion. If you think it is unfair, you can let Chef Lin compare with me!" The old face has been sold out, completely answering that shameless sentence.

Openly bullying the young with the old man, he has more cooking experience than Feng Qingge, I don't know how many years, and it is really shameful to take on the challenge now!

Even Wei Na couldn't help frowning, banging on the chair like Mu Cangyun and said, "Zhong Menxi, you are going too far!"

"Excessive? Princess Weiner, am I not from Silver Star? I have already given them the opportunity to replace Chef Lin. As for whether Chef Lin can join himself, that is his own business, and what does it have to do with me? ?" With a cold smile, Zhong Menxi gave Lin Yue a wretched look.

That right hand was injured by his subordinates, the purpose is to make Lin Yue unable to cook. He had set up such a circle for a long time, but he didn't plan to enter it himself, because Feng Yuan lost the game, so he had to shoot it himself.

"The mad dog bit you, do you still want to bite it back? Since Chef Zhong wants to compete with me even if he loses face, then I can only answer. But don't cry if you lose for a while." Feng Qingge He smiled, stretched out his white and tender little hand, and looked at Mo Yang on the opposite side.

"What?" Mo Yang said impatiently.

"Lend your knife, you don't want me to lose this game." Ordinary knives are not as good as special kitchen knives, so they are easy to use. It was inconvenient for Feng Qingge to take out the Xuanji Saber. As for Lan Yu's Ghost Saber, she was not easy to use either. Seeing how easy Mo Yang's Saber was just now, she made up her mind.

After successfully getting Mo Yang's kitchen knife, Feng Qingge couldn't help sighing secretly, this student from Chaoyang Sect is really amazing, even the kitchen knife is so extravagant, although it is not as good as the Xuanji knife, but in terms of material, it is a complete victory Xuanji knife N times, and even has an accelerated array to improve the speed of cutting vegetables.

With a light wave of his right hand, many people didn't even see Feng Qingge's movements, only to find that the lantern beside him was cut in half.

"Feng Xunbing, can you do it?" Shan Xiping pinched his fingers involuntarily. After all, the final game decides the outcome. If you are not sure, you can change people immediately.

Nodding her head, Feng Qingge smiled indifferently: "Of course there is no problem, let's see how I peel off this old man's tortoise shell in a while."

The confident smile overflowed, Shan Xiping's cheeks blushed when she saw it, and she quickly lowered her head.

However, Feng Qingge didn't notice so much, she put the kitchen knife on the table, raised her eyebrows and said, "What is this game?"

What she likes to eat, Feng Qingge must not be able to do. What's up with this third game? Weiner couldn't help frowning, thinking but had no clue, and didn't know what to do at all.

But Mu Cangyun said indifferently: "How about you leave this topic to me?"

"Okay, come here." With a sweet smile, Weiner nodded immediately.