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No.1: Jiangyou.

Zheng Xiaoying was the first to notice Jiang You's arrival, she flicked her tail and slapped Zhou Daming on the back.

Zhou Daming immediately recovered from the excited state of eating melons. He turned around and said, "Boss, you are here! Boss, you are number one!"

"Yeah." Jiang You's expression didn't change, and there was no surprise, as if he knew that he would be the number one.

Director Li and the white-haired old man were arguing endlessly over the two dishes. The lid of the plate on the shelf was lifted, and the two dishes were steaming.

Jiang You listened and found that they were discussing which one was second and which one was third.

Jiang You looked at the two dishes they were arguing about.

Both dishes were Cantonese dishes, and Jiang You could name the names of the dishes. Among the players, someone happened to choose these two dishes.

And those two people were none other than Jiang Ling and Cheng Qianli.

Jiang You: "Are these two yours?"

Noticing her gaze, Jiang Ling nodded and said, "That's right, I can easily rank among the top three this time, and thank you for your things."

"Boss, you're so polite. Do we still need to say thank you?" Jiang You said with a smile.

Hearing this, Jiangling raised his eyebrows. No need to thank you, just use the points to speak?
At this time, the voices of the two judges stopped, and the white-haired old man walked up to the doorman, looked up at the doorman, and said, "Chef, take a look, who is the second to the dishes cooked by these two students?" ?”

The guard listened to their quarrel for so long and didn't speak. He just stood there with a serious expression, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Hearing this, the guard came to the stand where they were arguing.

He only looked at the names on the plate, and then began to record on the red paper with a pen.

No.2: Jiangling; No.3: Cheng Qianli.

Director Li glanced at the white-haired old man, pushed the black-rimmed eyes, through the lens, her eyes were full of sarcasm.

The white-haired old man watched the doorman write from behind. The order of the names on the paper was not at all what he wanted. He rubbed his hands on his clothes and tried to reach out several times, but the head chef was the host of the cooking contest. Judge, he has no right to stop.

Jiangyou and the others were not far away, and they could see the names on the red paper.

The guard's actions were too casual, and Jiang You felt that he just wrote it casually because it was convenient.

The ranking written on the red paper happened to be the order in which the plates were placed, with JMC in second place.

The rankings of the second and third places have been determined. Director Li and the white-haired old man walked around the shelves and stopped in front of two different dishes.

The two looked at each other with hostility in their eyes.

The white-haired old man: "Chef, I think this plate of sea cucumbers roasted with green onions is the fourth."

Director Li: "You are old and faint, and you have no sense of regressing. It should be this plate of soy crab in red paste."

When Zhao Yingjun saw Director Li stop, he became excited. He said, "That's right! Red cream crab! I'm the fourth!"

After Zhao Yingjun yelled, he found that there was no response from the few people. He looked around and found that no one was wearing a crab-style translator, and even Zhou Daming secretly took off the earphones at some point.

No wonder no one paid attention to him for so long.

Zhao Yingjun smashed hard with his pliers and hit Zheng Xiaoying on the head.

Compared with the size of the big ox, the crab was very small and weightless, but Zhao Yingjun kept moving around on her head without stopping.

No matter how small the injury is, you can't keep poking her scalp with pliers!
The big ox shook its head vigorously, suddenly, she heard the sound of something falling to the ground, and Zheng Xiaoying stopped.She felt a little dizzy in front of her eyes, but looking at the crab lying on the ground with its eight legs stretching its teeth and claws, the big ox snorted.

Zheng Xiaoying finally felt comfortable.

On the stage, Director Li and the white-haired old man were about to quarrel again. The guard shouted to stop, and both of them looked at the guard at the same time.

I saw that he didn't move. He raised his hand to move the fourth plate of dishes placed in order, and then began to write a name on the paper.

The fourth dish was plain-cut chicken, and the player's name was still written on the red paper by the guard, No. 4: Liu Teng.

The eyes of the crab stretched out long. Zhao Yingjun's current position is too low to see the words on the red paper, but from the guard's handwriting movements, he can be sure that No. 4 is not his name.

The crab's movements like lying down and paddling stopped instantly, and he turned over suddenly, returning to the prone position.

Zhao Yingjun saw that several people's attention was on the red paper with the rankings written on it, and no one thought about picking him up again, so he took out the flying carpet and jumped on it.

The blanket lifted off automatically, and the crab flew to Zheng Xiaoying's body again.

Afraid of being thrown away for the second time, Zhao Yingjun didn't take back the flying carpet. He spread the flying carpet on the big ox's back and lay down on the flying carpet himself.

The location is just right, the height and distance are perfect.

Zheng Xiaoying noticed his movements, but this time across the flying carpet, the crab was relatively quiet, so Zheng Xiaoying let him lie on her back.

Zhao Yingjun looked at the guard. In fact, except for the top three who could get double the points during settlement, there was no difference between No. 4 and No. 10. He could accept both.

After writing the fourth one, the doorman kept moving.

fifth, sixth...

The doorman didn't care what the dish looked like. He moved quickly and wrote exactly the order of the dishes on the shelf.

Zhao Yingjun watched eagerly, and his dishes were also on this shelf.

When the ten dishes were brought over by the staff, Zhao Yingjun saw his name, and he knew it was safe.

Only ten dishes were served, and anyone could see what this meant. The top ten in the cooking competition must be the creators of these ten dishes.

Zhao Yingjun was originally curious. According to the rules of the dungeon and the judges of the competition, where would his dish be?

As a result, seeing this now, it seems that there is no fixed standard.

The head chef who has a good relationship with Jiang You seems to be perfunctory in his actions.

His red cream soy crab was placed in the ninth position. When Zhao Yingjun saw the movements of the guard's hands, it was no surprise that No.9 had his name written on it.

Jiang You kept looking at the names on the red paper. The names of several people next to him appeared on the red paper one after another.

However, there are two names on it, which she has never heard of before, and they should be students of the academy.

The others are all players' names.

Jiang You looked at the last tenth dish, which looked dark, with fish scales that hadn't been scraped clean.

She looked at Zhou Daming next to her. Zhou Daming looked stable and not panicked at all.

Jiang You remembered Zhou Daming's dishes. His dishes were made of chicken, not fish, so the tenth dish could never be Zhou Daming's cooking.

On the red paper, there is no Zhou Daming in the name written now, which means that he is not in the top ten, and he has no ranking. When the ranking is announced, it means that his main task has failed and he will be left in the dungeon.