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An omelet is divided into four parts. The four judges, like the previous seniors, bite down.
Their expressions have changed instantly, just like the old high-aged ones, with a look of surprise, with a stunned look, with shock, the unexpected taste of the omelet, can be said to completely smother them.
Each of the first to eat ancient scrambled eggs, in fact, the ordinary people are better, they are the members of these cuisines association, often taste the cuisines people, after eating will be more shocked, because they eat a lot of good food food, only this is more obvious contrast, In order to understand the differences between the ancient fight omelette, this delicacy is how rare.
"good to eat!"
The first judge who swallowed down couldn’t help but said that the four people who had eaten before did not naturally nod, delicious, really delicious, this fried egg they never ate, let alone eat, smell I haven't heard it, I haven't heard it.
If I knew that there was such a good food omelet, they thought about the solution and tasted it.
"Gao Lao, I understand your feelings, I regret it, very regret."
Another judge said very distressedly, and the eyes also looked at the direction of the ancient struggle. The third omelet was quickly completed. He really did not think that the ancient omelet could be so delicious. It was delicious to shock all of their judges.
"As long as you know!"
Gao Laoxiao nodded, he believed that the judges who had eaten would regret it, regret that the food was too fast, and he would not remind him, otherwise it would be a torture to watch others slowly eat it.
"Old Shao, this omelette, really delicious?"
The remaining cuisines association judges who had not yet eaten the omelettes hurriedly asked, 11 judges, eight had eaten omelettes, and now there are three people who have not eaten the omelet of the ancient fight, strictly speaking There were only two people who had not eaten. Wu had eaten once before, and the food was more than them. It was a whole one.
The remaining two, one is the judges of the cuisines association, the other is the Hua Zong, both of them are extremely curious, especially the Hua Zong, he now has a feeling of bad feelings in his heart.
The judges who were questioned nodded and replied: "You will know when you try it. I will not say it now, but I can tell you that if I can play six points, I will definitely fight. I really want to be higher than the highest score. one cent!"
I want to be a point higher than the highest score. This evaluation is really high. The judges of the cuisines association who have not eaten the omelettes are very surprised. They are all people of the cuisines association. They know each other very well. Shao is a very rigorous person. He is also very demanding. He used to be a four-pointer to the chef.
He said so enough to show that the fried egg tastes really good.
"I can also tell you that the omelet is better than the duck blood soup he made!"
Lao Shao added a sentence. Other judges who have eaten agree that these two kinds of foods are very good, and they all belong to the top, but if they are strictly divided, the taste of the fried egg is even better, especially the aftertaste.
The judges who spoke are not clear. The omelet is made of ordinary grade eggs. The duck blood soup is good. After all, it is inferior. The main ingredient is slightly inferior. Adding Ancient is an authentic Gluttonous. Immortal culinary arts, the omelet made is better than the ancient ones.
The judge who had not yet eaten the omelet was surprised. The taste of the duck blood soup was almost a must. The taste of the fried egg was even better than the duck blood soup. They would be more anxious in their hearts. It's scratching like it, I can't wait to eat the omelet made by the ancients.
Only the heart of Hua Zong is getting colder and colder. The duck blood fan soup of ancient times has just been eaten by him. Even he has finished eating unnaturally. The taste of this taste can be imagined.
He has eaten the chopped green onion noodles made by the chef. It tastes really good. Even better than the duck blood soup he made. He precisely looked at the chef's craftsmanship and digs him to improve his duck blood fans. The soup, the chef did not let the disappointment, after the arrival, it really made the taste of the duck blood fan soup better.
The chopped green onion of the chef is just a little better than the duck blood soup. It is better than the duck blood soup made by the ancients. If the fried egg is better than the duck blood soup made by the ancients, then the chef is I can't win it.
He can only do one time, and he can only do it once. He dares to score zero points. Wu will definitely score zero points. Other judges will also score according to their own tastes. The chef’s score is higher than the ancient competition, so that the last loser is them.
At this time, he was secretly swearing at the chef. Why did he agree to fight? If he did not agree, he could maintain a draw. If he lost, his previous efforts would be in vain, and he would lose a low reputation.
When he was angry with the chef, the third omelet was also disputed by the ancients. The chopped green onion on the chef’s side was also out of the pot. A large bowl was being divided into small bowls, and 11 small bowls were to be separated. Let eleven judges come to taste.
When the ancient omelet just came up, he was forced to separate by the curious cuisines association judges. This time, the score is still four copies. The four copies are better, one horizontal and one vertical, and then three people each. One copy.
Seeing the little omelette left, Gao Lao and other judges who had eaten the omelette suddenly turned bright.
The judges of Wu Zonghe and Cuisines Association quickly sent the omelette to the entrance. They also bite down. Only after Wu got the omelette, he did not panic. He slowly took a small bite and closed his eyes and carefully enjoyed the fried. The taste of the egg.
After taking a bite, Hua always regretted it.
He didn't regret the food fast, but regretted the incontroverted request for the match. The taste of the omelette even shocked him. He has been in the catering industry for so many years and has eaten a lot of other delicious foods. This is very rare. Bring him shocking cuisines.
In his impression, this shock is two or three times, and that two or three times are not even this time. Although he is not willing, he must admit that the ancient fried egg tastes really good, even if it is against the heart. It’s hard to say that it’s not good.
The judges of the cuisines association finally understood the feelings of Gao Lao, regret it, really regretted it, and regretted it so much. If I knew that the omelet was so delicious, I wouldn’t eat it at least, at least two. It’s good now, and I don’t want to go back.
His eyes naturally fell on the extra omelet.
Only eleven judges, three omelettes were divided into twelve, so there was one left. In addition to Mr. Wu and Hua Zong, the judges of the nine cuisiones associations now focus on the omelette. The two also secretly picked up the chopsticks.
"I think……"
"I need to……"
"Don't fight, you have to respect the old!"
Several judges just spoke, and Gao Lao suddenly took the plate to the past, directly lost the sentence, and did not give other people a reaction. He took the remaining omelette and took a bite. This time he did not eat it. Finish.
Several other judges are silly eyes, who also did not think, the most respected, the most respected high old will so shameless, directly on the grab, even the opportunity to fight for them, those who speak of the judges also want to be polite, express their wishes, will have not expressed, was high old to rob, but also eat.
Where did they know that Gao Lao was a person who had worked for Chef for a lifetime, and he climbed up from the bottom in his early years. When he was an apprentice, the master did not have enough good food. Many apprentices were robbing together, and grabbing the food was a great skill. .
"This is my chopped green noodles, please judge the judges!"
The chef's chopped green onion is also sent up. He doesn't come up directly like the ancient quarrel. He lost some time in the small bowl, but he didn't have a time limit of more than five minutes. Now he is ten minutes and five minutes.
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