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Han Shichu waved to Xiaotangyuan and said, "Little Tangyuan, come here."

As soon as he heard his father yelling, the foodie Xiao Tangyuan put down the crab claws in his hand without any hesitation, climbed off the chair, and rushed to Han Shichu's side.

Wiping Ji Ji's small mouth, she said in a childish voice, "Dad, why are you calling me?"

Han Shichu picked her up, pointed to the dozen glasses of milk on the table, and said, "Choose one for Dad."

Everyone looked at him suspiciously and curiously, not understanding what he meant.

Little Tangyuan didn't even think about it, just stretched out her small hand and casually pointed to a glass of milk, "That, that."

Han Shichu picked up the glass of milk she was pointing at and said with a smile, "The time to witness the miracle has come."

After speaking, he poured it without hesitation.

He has no doubts about the European emperor's attributes of the little glutinous rice balls.

Sure enough, as soon as the milk was in his mouth, he knew that the glass of milk that Xiaotangyuan chose was really the only one without salt.

Seeing his expression, everyone understood that he definitely drank the glass with no addition.

All of them had expressions of incredible shock on their faces.

Bai Luming asked inexplicably in surprise, "Brother, did you drink the only cup without salt?"

After drinking a glass of milk, Han Shichu, whose spiciness was greatly relieved, let out a long sigh of relief.

He smiled and replied: "Of course, you can tell by looking at my expression, you can't do anything fake."

Bai Luming still didn't believe it, he directly picked up the chopsticks and dipped them one by one to taste.

As a result, the rest was really all salted.

"Fuck, it's true!!" After being confirmed, Bai Luming was even more shocked.

Chu Wanzhi looked at him, then at the little glutinous rice balls who continued to cook by themselves, and asked in amazement, "Is this a coincidence, or is it luck?"

Han Shichu smiled slightly, and did not answer directly, but said slowly: "We'll talk about this later, let's continue the competition."

Brother Yuan, who was sweating profusely, still said stubbornly: "Continue, continue. I, Da Chongqing, cannot admit defeat."

"Who is afraid of whom, hum..."

The third chopsticks eat.

It can already be seen that Brother Yuan's lips are flushed, and the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and nose are getting denser and denser.

"Hiss..." Seeing him sticking out his tongue, Brother Yu mocked, "Master, if you can't hold on, don't hold on, don't call for an emergency to send you to the hospital for gastric lavage."

Brother Yuan really couldn't hold on any longer, the spiciness was really not something that ordinary people could bear.

Picking up the milk on the table, he raised his head and drank it.

"Pfft..." As soon as it entered his mouth, he sprayed it out.

"Fuck." Subconsciously, even Brother Yuan, who has always been refined, couldn't help but swear.

"Director Li, don't you need money for salt? If you put so much salt, it will kill you if it's not spicy."

Tucao belongs to Tucao, after all, there is still some exaggeration.

But let's be salty, it's better than spicy like fire.

Gritting his teeth, he drank the milk in the glass in one gulp.

It eased a little, but it was still not satisfying, so he took the second glass of milk and drank it down.

After drinking it, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it, it was indeed a bit salty.

He quickly opened another can of Wang Zai, and after drinking it in one gulp, he felt much more comfortable.

He pulled a tissue, wiped the sweat off his face, and said, "Spicy, too spicy, my stomach feels like it's on fire right now."

Now, the representatives of the Sichuan team, who could not represent Sichuan, were defeated.

The representatives of the Chongqing team who could not represent Chongqing were also defeated.

It was beyond everyone's expectations, and it was unexpected that Chu Wanzhi and Su Muyan would persist until now.

Although their mouths were also red and sweat was dripping down, it could be seen that they could hold on for another round.

Of course, Brother Yu is not much better.

The dish of boiled pork slices has been almost eaten, and now there is a competition, and it is estimated that the only thing to eat is oil soup.

Ma De, just looking at the oily and red oil soup inside, makes people shudder, and it is not much different from the hot pot red soup.

Han Shichu looked at the three contestants and said hesitantly, "This...or should we stop here?"

"No." Brother Yu decisively rejected his proposal.

"I, Guizhou, must decide the winner today. When the food is gone, just drink the soup. I'll come first."

Good guy, it looks like Brother Yu is on top.

It's really brave enough.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for everyone to dissuade him, he directly picked up the big soup bowl containing the vegetables and drank it.

I thought he was already invincible, but unexpectedly he was braver than everyone imagined.

He even drank all the soup in the bowl in one breath.

Putting down the bowl, wiped the oil stains on his mouth, and smiled arrogantly.

"Haha... I've already finished the soup, you guys have no competition, so, in this competition, there is no doubt that I, Guizhou, win!!"

My motherfucker, call me a good guy, in order to win, Brother Yu really worked so hard.

Who wouldn't be confused by this coquettish operation?
Win is indeed he won.

But he looks a little miserable now.

The lips were completely red, and even slightly swollen. Not to mention sweat, tears and mucus flowed sideways, and he stuck out his tongue and kept fanning his hands to cool down.

It is conceivable how much damage this spiciness has caused to his sensory organs?

Wei Wuyu felt as if he drank alcohol made from battery solution and glass shards.

Immediately, he didn't care about so much, he just picked up the added milk and poured it vigorously.

How can you care about whether it is salty or not?
He drank five or six glasses in a row before he stopped.

The spiciness was relieved, but when he put down the cup, everyone could clearly see that his lips were swollen.

Seeing this, Senior Sister Chu and Su Muyan immediately surrendered.

Thumbs up to Wei Wuyu, and said: "Brother Yu, you can do it, you are ruthless enough, Jimei and I surrender."

Han Shichu took out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator, wrapped them in a handkerchief, and handed them to him.

"Hey, Brother Yu, hurry up and apply an ice pack, or tomorrow your mouth will be destined to become two big sausages."

"Well, well, I can't feel the existence of my lips now, it's so numb!"

Made, can you not be paralyzed like this?
Brother Yuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Yu, are you too ruthless?"

"Is it necessary to fight so hard? People in their tens of years are still so competitive. I am convinced, and I am convinced."

Wei Wuyu said proudly: "Dare to compare me to spicy food? Then you must be convinced to lose, hehe..."

Even Xiao Tangyuan, the rice cooker, was attracted attention, with a pair of big eyes fixed on his swollen lips.

He looked strange, and even asked curiously: "Uncle Yu, your mouth is so cute, can you let someone pinch it? It must be Duang Duang's."

While speaking, she stretched out her hands and made a pinching movement, looking eager to try.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed loudly.

Han Shichu, who couldn't laugh or cry, quickly cut off her weird idea.