The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

They are arrogant and confident, but not annoying.

The strong confidence of Hua Qiqi and the others came from Mu Changying's superb cooking skills.

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Five minutes had passed since the chef went upstairs to inquire.

Time passed quickly, everyone was nervous and excited, and their eyes were fixed on the stairs, eager to see through.

Da da da--

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor, crisp but messy.

I don't know if the shoes don't fit well, or the other party is not familiar with high heels.

"Master Cang, Master Mu."

A gentle voice sounded, and the noisy hall suddenly fell silent. It was silent, as if he could hear the breathing of the people around him.

Looking at the stairs, the already quiet crowd became even more silent, and there was even a deep sense of disbelief in their eyes.

A woman about twenty-five years old stood there, wearing a pale white cheongsam, with a gentle smile and a clean and impurity-free demeanor.

hiss--

There was a sound of breathing in the hall on the first floor.

After confirming that she really did not identify the wrong person, a group of people looked at each other in blank dismay, their hearts were so curious and complicated that they were dying, but they didn't dare to make mistakes in front of her.

"lady."

"lady."

Mu Changying and Master Canghui spoke in unison, looking at Minghua with respect.

Minghua's high-heeled feet swayed slightly, as if to ease the pain.

She walked down the stairs, "I heard that someone asked for the game to be made public. I thought about it and agreed."

"But I'm just a rough person, I can't taste good or bad, I only serve as the honorary chief referee of this game, and the votes to decide whether to win or lose are in the hands of a few other people."

Minghua clasped his hands together, his face was calm, but he didn't dare to act casually, a little stiff and at a loss.

Seeing that everyone was so wrong as soon as she appeared, Gu Qingyun felt very puzzled.

She gently abducted Zhang Minyi who was beside him with her hand, and asked in a low voice, "Minyi, do you know who this lady is?"

Zhang Minyi looked up and blinked in surprise, "You don't know her?"

Xu was too shocked, the voice was a bit loud, especially loud in the quiet hall.

? ? ?

Is there anyone who doesn't know this lady?

Everyone raised their heads, and their eyes fell neatly on Gu Qingyun.

The hot sight made her feel as if her face was on fire.

The corners of Mu Changying's mouth turned up, her cheeks puffed up, and she stared at Zhang Minyi with interest.

Hmm... this is the legendary pig teammate.

Realizing that he said something wrong, Zhang Minyi coughed to cover it up.

"Cough cough cough..."

Covering his lips with a fist with one hand, he said in a low voice, "She is the president's new wife, the first lady of our country."

However, this lady is not from a scholarly family, nor is she a noble lady from the business world, but an ordinary rural girl.

! ! ! !

Knowing Minghua's identity, Gu Qingyun was both surprised and delighted, her eyes burning with determination.

If she has the asylum of the first lady, she will have a guarantee whether she is in the Gu family or her identity is exposed in the future.

Minghua frowned indistinctly, always feeling that the girl's eyes looking at him were abnormally hot.

Mu Changying's vermilion lips parted lightly, "Madam, since the decision has been made, let's start the competition."

There was no trace of fear in his eyes, he was confident and proud, and he carried the youthful delicacy unique to little girls.

Minghua's eyes brightened slightly. This girl was neither humble nor overbearing, and she carried a confident aura in every gesture, and she fused her beauty into her bones.

Thinking of all kinds of etiquette, her eyes darkened, and she felt powerless in her heart.

No matter how much she practiced, it was difficult for her to catch up, and she still had a little bit of inferiority complex that couldn't be washed away.

Minghua concealed his good mood, "All the commentators are in place, and the competition will begin. How does Master Cang feel?"

Cang Hui put his hands behind his back, "I feel fine, there is no problem."

As long as he has good cooking skills, he believes that he will not be buried.

He also believes that reviewers will not cheat.

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The middle of the hall was vacated as a place for the competition judges to sit.

There was also a large long table in front with two covered dishes on it.

"lady."

"lady."

"lady."

...

All kinds of polite greetings sounded.

There were fifteen people sitting in the judges' seat.

Akikawa, the critic master in the food industry.

Invited foreign friends Mrs. Witt Julian, famous actress Feng Niying, master sculptor Li Jue, master of traditional Chinese medicine Xu Lao.

When Mu Changying saw someone he was familiar with, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

In addition to familiar people, there are also political|political leaders, heirs of famous scholarly families...

Seeing these people, the people in the hall were dumbfounded, feeling that poverty limited their imagination.

I rely on.

A gourmet competition, unexpectedly invited so many big bosses?

The big shots here, if you screw them out casually, they are all famous people who can make the city tremble with a stomp of their feet.

Looking at the judging panel, Si Xian rubbed his chin with one hand.

He was so confident in his heart that the final winner would definitely be Sister Ying.

A seat next to it was empty and no one was seated.

Hua Qiqi waited impatiently, "This man is so arrogant, so many people are waiting for him."

As soon as the words fell, a male voice rang out.

"Sorry for being late."

The man was wearing a black suit, walking up and down, his face was expressionless, as cold as ice, and his whole body seemed to have an aura of thousands of horses.

Rong Liyuan walked to the vacant seat, and pulled the chair away with his skeletal hands.

After he was seated, several judges around him greeted him one after another.

He nodded in response, but his eyes were on the girl opposite from beginning to end.

"Tsk..." Mu Changying rested her chin with one hand.

Unexpectedly, A Yuan was also one of the judges of this competition.

Seeing Rong Liyuan's appearance, Zhang Minyi's and Gu Qingyun's complexions darkened at the same time.

"Mrs. Ming, the competition can begin."

Rong Liyuan nodded, his gaze fell on the dish with Mu Changying's name written on it.

Ming Hua stood up and said loudly, "I announce that the cooking competition between Master Cang Hui and Mrs. Rong Mu Changying has officially begun."

The judges untied the lid, and the rich fragrance permeated the hall, and everyone could clearly hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

Qiu Chuan picked up a vegetable leaf with serving chopsticks and put it in the bowl.

Looking at it carefully, with satisfaction in his eyes, he quickly picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing slowly, his pupils widened.

I love it in my heart, but I can't show it on my face.

Reluctantly putting down his chopsticks, he picked up the Wensi tofu made by Cang Hui and tasted it.

"The cooking skills of both of them are very good, the fire control is extraordinary, and all aspects of the dishes are very good."

"My vote, I decided to vote for Master Canghui."

Although Mu Changying's boiled cabbage is indeed impeccable, Cang Hui's Wensi tofu is also comparable.

Comparing the two, there is no difference. He still prefers Wensi Tofu.

"Thank you." Cang Hui bowed politely to Qiu Chuan.

Qiu Chuan considered the sentence, "Although I didn't give you the ticket, it doesn't mean that I don't agree with it. Master Mu, don't be discouraged."

"certainly."

Mu Changying was neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor in a hurry, nor did she see any unwillingness or uneasiness in her eyes.