Chapter 792

See.

Chen Mo'er, sitting under the stage, couldn't hold her breath. Several judges just watched each other and didn't give specific scores, which made her extremely anxious.

Isn't it delicious?

Why don't you score?

"Why don't the judges score?"

Chen mor'er's mind is full of questions, but Lu Sen beside him gets impatient and stands up to shout.

"Well, this dish gives me a feeling that can't be compared. I give it ten points!"

"Ten!"

"Ten!"

"Ten!"

The four judges have scored their own scores. It's amazing that the four 10's alone is the record of the most ten points in the field so far.

Liang Chen was surprised to get this score. All the people's eyes immediately focused on Cai Shiping. He was the only one who had not given the score.

"Nine, do you know why I gave you nine?"

Cai Shiping looks at Liang Chen with rigorous eyes, which gives people a very cold and serious feeling.

Liang Chen thought he looked away. He saw tears in the corner of his eyes just now. He should have given ten points. How could he only give nine points? Liang Chen didn't understand this point.

Liang Chen shook his head blankly at Cai Shiping's question. Anyway, he was the judge, and he said everything right.

"In fact, your dish is perfect, but I have to deduct this point for you. It's not because your story is bad or the dishes are not good. It's because I'm afraid you will be proud.

There are two more games waiting for you. Don't let me down

Just when everyone felt that Cai Shiping would say something about the shortcomings of this dish, this remark immediately made the audience speechless.

Which is a comment?

This is clearly holding it up.

After a while, all the six contestants finished their comments, but Tao wanwan's tofu soup was obviously defeated, not because she did not taste good, but because she did not understand the story.

Understanding the origin of a dish is the most noble way to cook, but Tao wanwan naturally can't do this. Liang Chen and Zhang Zifang were successfully shortlisted. The other two opponents were required to play overtime because of the draw, and the others were eliminated.

After standing for several hours in a row, Liang Chen was tired of backache. He never thought that it would be so hard and time-consuming to participate in a competition.

Back in the lounge, there are only two players to be determined and Zhang Zifang in the room. When they push the door, Liang Chen feels a disdainful look from three meters away.

With a sneer in her heart, Zhang Zifang's jealous eyes could eat people.

"Oh, I can't imagine that our novices this year are also very good. How much money has been put into the judges, and they can get such a high score."

Zhang Zifang's voice was strange, and immediately the other two players began to be suspicious of Liang Chen. Is the new cooking really so delicious?

"Get out of the way, sister Fangfang, I'm coming!"

Before the words fall, a figure rushes past Liang Chen. Tao wanwan rushes into the rest room with yangleduo in her hand. She almost bumps into Liang Chen's body.

"Why do you come here now and let you buy something? Do you want to learn cooking from me in the future? I'm dying of thirst!"

Zhang Zifang's bossy appearance beckons Tao wanwan. She respectfully delivers yangleduo, which she bought two blocks from outside.