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First place: Jiangyou.

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

Zhou Daming immediately recovered from the excitement of eating melon. He turned around and said: Boss, you are here! Boss, you are number one!

Yes. Jiang You's expression did not change, and there was no hint of surprise. He was calm, as if he already knew that he would be the first.

Director Li and the white-haired old man were arguing over the two plates. The lids holding the plates on the shelf were lifted, and both plates 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 plates of food 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, Yes, I can easily become the top three this time. Thank you for your gift.

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. The white-haired old man walked to the doorman, looked up at the doorman, and said: Chef, please come and see who is second in 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 shelf where they were arguing.

He only looked at the name on the plate and started writing it down on the red paper with a pen.

Second place: Jiangling; third place: Cheng Qianli.

Director Li glanced at the white-haired old man and pushed up her black-framed eyes. Through the lenses, her eyes were full of ridicule.

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

Jiang You and the others were not far away and could see the names on the red paper.

The guard's movements were so casual that 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 have no sense of deterioration. This plate of crabs with red paste should be the best thing for you.

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

After Zhao Yingjun finished shouting, he found that there was no response from several people. He looked around and found that no one was wearing a crab translator. Even Zhou Daming secretly took off the earphones without knowing when.

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

Zhao Yingjun smashed his pliers hard 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 damage is, we can't keep poking her scalp with pliers!

The big scalper shook her head wildly. 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 when she looked at the crab lying on its back on the ground with its eight legs spreading its teeth and claws, the big ox snorted from its nose.

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, fourth place: Liu Teng.

The crab's eyes stretched long. Zhao Yingjun's current position was too low to see the words on the red paper, but from the guard's handwriting, he was sure that the name written on the fourth name was not his.

The crab's motion like lying down and paddling stopped for an instant, and he suddenly turned over and resumed his prone position.

Zhao Yingjun saw that everyone's attention was on the red paper with the rankings written on it. No one thought about picking him up again. He took out the flying carpet and jumped on it.

The small blanket automatically lifted into the air, and the crab flew onto Zheng Xiaoying's body again.

Afraid of being thrown away for the second time, Zhao Yingjun did not take back the flying carpet. He spread the flying carpet on the back of the big ox and lay down on the flying carpet.

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 fourth and tenth place. He could accept both.

After writing the fourth one, the guard kept moving.

The fifth, the sixth...

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

Zhao Yingjun looked at it 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 put out, and anyone could tell what this meant. The top ten in the cooking competition must be the makers 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, looking at it now, it seems that there is no fixed standard.

The head chef, who had a good relationship with Jiang You, looked casual and perfunctory in his actions.

His red crab crab was placed in the ninth position. Zhao Yingjun saw the movements under the guard's hands. Not surprisingly, his name was written in the ninth position.

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 were two names on it that she had never heard of before. They should be students of the college.

The others are all players' names.

Jiang You looked at the tenth dish at the end, which looked dark and had unscratched fish scales.

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

Jiang You remembered Zhou Daming's dish. His dish was chicken, not fish, so the tenth dish could never be cooked by Zhou Daming.

Zhou Daming is not among the names currently written on the red paper, which means that he is not in the top ten and has no ranking. When the ranking is announced, it means that he has failed the main mission and will be left in the dungeon.