All of them went along with the reputation and found that Liu Yijin, the king of the golden knife kitchen, opened his mouth.
At this time, looking at the volunteer dish on the table.
"Mr. Liu, what's your opinion?"
Mo Tianlin frowns.
His tone already had a little anger, but Liu Yijin, who was immersed in his emotions, didn't seem to recognize it.
Liu Yijin shook his head and said with a sneer, "it's just a clever work made with some simple ingredients.
White radish, noodles and silver moon COD are just rotten Street things.
Even the homemade noodles made by Zhang Yuchen are more expensive than these things! "
Suddenly, Zhang Yuchen, who was named, opened his mouth and didn't say anything.
Liu Yijin held his arms and continued to spit fog at the white dragon. "I think this ordinary dish is insulting the famous name of the kitchen god contest."
"So..." in Mo Tianlin's eyes, there was a deep meaning. "Do you always think that Yehong's ingredients are not exquisite enough?"
"That's it Liu Yijin held his head high and looked proud.
But to his surprise, no one of the judges agreed with his opinion. Instead, with a bitter smile, he advised him not to make trouble.
In particular, Jiang guchen shook his head and sighed: "Liu kitchen king, you are wrong to blame Yehong.
He not only used the right ingredients, but also... "
however, Liu Yijin, who was very angry, couldn't listen to the advice and directly interrupted Jiang guchan's words.
"You think I'm making trouble?"
Liu Yijin's big eyes glared and his pale beard trembled with anger.
"We have our own criteria. Please don't make trouble."
Mo Tianlin also lost patience, cold face a wave: "Fang Yaoting, statistics of this stage score results!"
But Liu Yijin's stubbornness is far beyond the expectation of the public.
He seemed to have forgotten the identity of these people in front of him. He blew his beard and glared and exclaimed, "no way!
Now I have reason to suspect that you shameless people are shielding Yehong! "
All the people present were stunned.
Is Liu Yijin crazy?
Does he know who he's talking to?!
Mo Tianlin's patience has reached the extreme.
As the supreme emperor of Jiangnan Province, he was seldom scolded in such a way.
He had respected Liu Yijin's age and identity, which was good advice.
Did not expect the other side pedal nose face, really make Mo Tianlin angry.
"In that case, Fang Yaoting, you don't have to count the results.
This round of elimination, is Liu Yijin, Liu Chewang
Hearing Mo Tianlin's words, Liu Yijin was surprised at first, and then angrily said, "have you heard me? This is not a black screen. What is it? "
Between the fire and the heart, he suddenly looked shocked, his face showed a painful color.
Immediately fell to the ground, hands dead cover heart position.
Big drops of cold sweat rolled down his pale forehead.
"Medicine... Medicine..."
Liu Yijin murmured.
"No! I heard that Liu Chewang has angina pectoris
Suddenly, some people exclaimed.
And Mo Tianlin and others also changed their faces and were in a hurry.
"Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang, please help me to have a look!"
When they remembered that there was a master of ancient medicine beside them, they were relieved.
Jiang guchen squatted beside Liu Yijin, groped in his arms, and finally found a small brown medicine bottle.
He shook the empty bottle with a bitter smile on his face.
This bottle must contain the medicine Liu Yijin took when he had angina pectoris, but it seems that it has just been used up.