"It's out!" The reminder from the host of the chef competition interrupted Mo Bei's thoughts: "Everyone can look up and look at the words on the screen. This is the question set by the masters in this competition."

It’s not just the contestants.

Even the guests who came to watch looked upward.

There is a line written on it: "Exquisite, delicious, and emotional."

Exquisite, delicious and easy to understand.

"Emotional?" The host tilted his head and smiled: "It sounds like this is the theme."

Mo Bei also saw that line of writing.

Be different from others.

She thought about it a little more.

speed.

That's right.

She wanted to do it quickly.

Only then can there be other time.

Just when she was about to choose the material.

There was another sound from the other side. It was the host interviewing the contestants in the front row: "Look who I saw, Mr. Tom, who is very popular recently."

Mo Bei didn't pay attention here at first.

Until the host asked: "Mr. Tom, what are you going to do to compete?"

The voice was very confident: "Of course it is the French dish that best symbolizes elegance."

Host: “Have you never considered Chinese food?”

"Chinese food?" The voice seemed to be smiling, a little bit disdainful: "Although I came from the mainland, Chinese food does have its limitations. First of all, in terms of taste, it always tastes bad. It destroys the original aroma of the ingredients, and Chinese food is far less refined than French food. In such a high-end competition, no one should cook Chinese food."

Indeed, when many contestants saw the word "exquisite", they focused on Western dishes.

After all, aesthetically speaking, it is easy to achieve.

At this moment, Mo Bei stopped and looked sideways at the man, his face as clear as snow.

Xiao Nailin also recognized the other person, and especially wanted to complain to his mother, telling him that this was the person who had just pushed him.

But Xiao Nailin knew that one thing meant another. He could wait until the person finished playing before kicking him out. This was his hotel anyway.

He can't participate in the competition. Whoever cooks delicious food is the one who cooks delicious food.

But Xiao Nailin also felt conflicted by what this person said.

It feels like everything is belittling Chinese food.

Is there any mistake?

The Chinese food is delicious, okay?

Xiao Nai Lin’s cat eyes are so deep that she really wants to beat someone up!

It would be nice if my little brother was here.

With my little brother's cooking skills, I can definitely shut this guy up. He's really annoying.

What Xiao Nailin didn't know was that his little brother was here, but Mo Bei was standing in such a corner that no one else could see him.

Mo Bei put down the pasta he had just picked up, hooked his fingers on the string, put on the white mask, and adjusted the direction.

"Come on, let's see what ingredients the contestants have chosen." The host adjusted the atmosphere and handed the microphone to a foreign gourmet: "Mr. Smith, what are your thoughts on selecting ingredients."

"If it were me, foie gras would definitely be my first choice, and then there would be black truffles, and oh, yes, there are also delicious snails." Smith smiled slightly: "I believe these will be what the contestants most hope to get. Ingredients."

"A typical French meal." The host held the card and fantasized intoxicatedly: "It sounds like I want to eat it."

Smith was wearing a suit and smiled again: "I'm also looking forward to what surprises the players will give me."

"Okay, let's take a look at the contestants' selection of ingredients."

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