Back to Eighty Zero: The Magical Chef

Hearing these words, Qiu Shuhong had a bottom line in her heart, and her frowning face immediately became happy: "Little brother, thank you, you have helped my sister a lot."

"We're all a family. What are you doing with your brother? That's fine. Now that you have a direction, stop crying. You have to stay at home for dinner today. Let Chen Weiguo settle down in that dilapidated household!" She never liked her son-in-law. If her daughter hadn't tried her best to force her, she wouldn't have looked down on such ordinary people.

Qiu Jun doesn't have time to stay with the mother and daughter, so it's more important to make a phone call now: "Hey, Xiaoqian, help me contact the judges of the folk cooking competition, yes, just one of them is fine, I have some private matters to ask him , OK, I'll wait for your call."

After a while, he got a phone number, and after dialing, he heard a deep male voice coming from the phone: "Hi, I'm Jiang Guangming, and I'm the judge of this folk cooking competition. May I ask you What's the matter?"

At the same time, the two girls staying in the guest house had already gone to bed early. Because of Yuan Qiaoyun's presence, Chen Xiangqin did not dare to enter the space rashly. The two of them had a good night's sleep and started a new day energetically.

The two of them came to the cultural activity center early, and the venue was almost arranged by the staff. When the two arrived, there were already many people sitting inside. They were all contestants in this competition. Each held a shelf and set up a score.

"Xiangqin, they don't look very friendly, they won't embarrass us then, will they?" Yuan Qiaoyun was a little worried because he had never seen anything in the world.

Chen Xiangqin reassured: "Don't worry, during the competition, it's not about one person and one table, everyone is separated, so don't interfere with each other, so what are you afraid of?"

The two girls were whispering to each other, when the host came onto the stage: "Guests, contestants, today is the lottery of the folk cooking competition. First, let's invite our three judges to come on stage. Everyone applauds and welcomes."

There was thunderous applause at the scene, and three men were seen walking slowly onto the stage, one in front of the other.

"The one who is coming to us now is the gold medal chef of Jubao Building—Master Xu Shouyi." Xu Shouyi was grinning, striding up to the stage with his head held high.

"The second place is also the golden signboard of our capital, Jiang Guangming, who is very wealthy, Master Jiang, please!"

Jiang Guangming, who was on the stage, turned his eyes to the audience. He found Chen Xiangqin in the crowd at a glance. He raised the corner of his mouth and showed a sinister smile, his eyes were full of conspiracy.

"I invite our third judge, who is also a heavyweight among the judges of this competition, well-known gourmet connoisseur Zhao Yi, Mr. Zhao, please!"

Chen Xiangqin looked towards the stage, and saw a fat old man staggering onto the stage, with the words "can eat" written on the folding fan in his hand, and when she stood still, the more she looked at it, the more familiar she looked, as if It seems that I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Our three judges have already met with you, and then I will invite the three comrades who witnessed the lottery process of this contestant, and the comrades whose names I called, please come to the stage to draw lots."

The contestants whose names were called came to the stage one after another, and Yuan Qiaoyun, who came back after drawing lots, was beaming with joy on his face: "Xiangqin, I am the last member of the ninth group, and almost all the contestants in this group are the first." This is the first time I participated in a competition, and I feel that my level is about the same as mine..." She rambled on.

"Chen Xiangqin, Comrade Chen Xiangqin is invited to come to the stage to draw lots."

When the host called her name, Chen Xiangqin stood up and went on stage. She stepped onto the stage step by step with steady and powerful steps.

The staff member holding the lottery box saw the person coming, and the expression on his face fluctuated slightly.

Chen Xiangqin had a panoramic view of everything, and without saying a word, she was about to reach into the box to get the group number, only to see the staff holding the box pat the lottery box a few times before holding it in front of her.

"Cut—" Sneering in a low voice, she reached out and found out the number.

"Comrade Chen Xiangqin, you have been divided into one group in this competition, please step down and return to your seat."

When she came down, Yuan Qiaoyun's face was darkened, her brows were frowned, and she said anxiously: "Xiangqin, why did you go to the group, that group is the death group! Two of them are the fourth and No. .5, there are two more from the Shanghai stock market, and I heard they are also big favorites!"

The strength of the remaining players is not to be underestimated.

"Really? Maybe my luck is too good!" She raised her eyes, frowned, and looked at Jiang Guangming on the stage, who happened to be looking at her too. The man had a scheming smile on his face. Colliding with fierce sparks.

Now that the other party has bullied her to the head, then she will not be polite. The vegetables, fruits and eggs in her space will come in handy this time. When the time comes, she will have to see who will have the last laugh.

After a busy morning, the drawing of lots and grouping finally came to an end. Chen Xiangqin, who was about to go back, was stopped by someone: "Little girl, we meet again!"

She turned her head and saw that this was the third judge on the stage just now, the famous gourmet Mr. Zhao: "Mr. Zhao, have we met somewhere?"

The old man was amused, and laughed loudly: "You girl, why are you just like an old man like me at a young age, your memory is not very good, you forgot, we met once in your family's Fu Xiang Ji, I can't tell you that day I didn't eat less."

At the mention of this, Chen Xiangqin remembered that the fat old man in front of him was the aggressive-tongued man in the store that day: "Oh, it was you! If I knew you were coming, I would definitely use my housekeeping skills to entertain you that day. you."

"Haha, so you still have a hand! Okay, after the game, I invite you to my house. How about we make friends with vegetables?"

Chen Xiangqin nodded quickly: "Okay, no problem, then I have to prepare well!"

"I look forward to that day, play hard and show your strength!" Veteran Zhao folded his fan and patted her on the shoulder twice as a sign of encouragement.

When the people walked away, Yuan Qiaoyun regained his composure: "Xiangqin, you are really amazing, you actually know two of the three judges, and they all look familiar!"

Chen Xiangqin looked a little embarrassed, and thought to herself that the three of them should know each other, and the other one is so familiar that she almost hates herself: "Let's go eat something first, and in the afternoon we will go to the department store to buy something for the competition. Don't wait until tomorrow, when your eyes are darkened and you can't find anything."

"Row!"

Just as the two girls were about to leave, they were stopped by someone.

"You are Chen Xiangqin? I didn't expect to be a little girl. I heard that you have two brushes? How long have you been learning cooking?"