City: I, the God of Cooking!

No one noticed Wu Lang's special identity, and all their eyes were on the contestants.

Around the competition venue, fish ponds and a whole shelf of ingredients are prepared.

Meng Zhan walked to his kitchen counter according to the number of the entry ticket.

It's the same as the last two hosts.

However, there are only two referees on the referee's bench.

One of them is Qin Fangfeng, and the other is Monk Wuwei.

When everyone saw a monk appearing, there was a lot of discussion.

"That should be Master Wuwei?"

"Master Wuwei? It sounds familiar, but can monks also be judges?"

"There are meat and vegetables in it, doesn't the monk not eat meat?"

"What do you know, there is no prohibition on eating meat in the temple regulations of Wuwei Temple to which Monk Wuwei belongs."

"No way, if a monk can eat meat, is he still called a monk?"

"What age is it? You are not allowed to eat meat. They are cultivating their minds, not ascetics."

"That's right."

The male host introduced grandly: "All the contestants have entered the arena, please stay calm, and I will introduce today's two referees to you."

"Gourmet Queen, I believe everyone already knows, today we will focus on introducing our new referee, Master Five Flavors!"

The lights immediately focused on Monk Wuwei.

Monk Wuwei smiled and said: "Hello everyone, although I am a monk, the Nian's Buddha is different from ordinary Buddhism, so please don't compare me with other monks."

The male host said: "Perhaps many people don't know about Wuwei Temple, but it is a place dedicated to cultivating Chinese chef geniuses, majoring in the way of cooking. Many well-known chefs at home and abroad have studied in Wuwei Temple. I thought the referees we invited were not professional enough, Master Wuwei is a well-known figure in the food industry."

Then, the hostess stood up and began to introduce the rules of the game.

"This round of competition requires the contestants to make a dish according to the topic given by the referee. The stipulated time is one and a half hours, during which the contestants cannot communicate."

All contestants turned their attention to the referee's seat.

Monk Wuwei smiled and said, "This time the topic is 'Likeness but not Similarity'."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Just four words?And it seems to have nothing to do with cooking, can this also be called a topic?

At this time, a woman in a cheongsam came over with a plate with wooden sticks in it.

"According to the winning situation of the previous round, the contestants will get a game reminder, No.1 can take four wooden sticks, No.2 can take three, No.3 can take two, and the rest of the contestants Only one wooden sign can be taken away," said the hostess.

The beautiful woman in cheongsam walked up to each contestant one after another with a plate. After everyone else had picked out the wooden sticks, she came to Meng Zhan.

Meng Zhan stretched out his hand and took away the four wooden sticks tied together with a rope.

The cheongsam beauty turned and left.

Then Meng Zhan untied the rope, and arranged four wooden sticks on the table, each with a character engraved on it.

They are 'color', 'fragrance', 'taste' and 'vessel' respectively.

Meng Zhan frowned, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly woke up.

"It turns out that color, aroma, taste, and utensils are the essence of Japanese food, and the questions given by the five-flavored monk are similar, so the answer for this round of competition is to ask us to make a dish that contains the essence of Japanese food, but it is not Japanese food. Chinese cuisine."

After figuring it out, Meng Zhan smiled.

"If you don't know the topic, you may not be able to figure it out if you think about it. But this wooden stick is a bit dispensable."

When Monk Wuwei gave the question, Meng Zhan had already guessed the correct answer, so the privilege given in the first round seemed useless.

He set off to pick out the ingredients.

When Meng Zhan figured it out, some of the other contestants had already scratched their heads.

Wu Gang got a wooden stick with the word 'color' written on it, and he frowned and thought hard.

Suddenly he saw Meng Zhan move, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, this guy has already thought of the answer in advance. Damn it, I should have told him what I thought when I came here, maybe I could get the correct answer."

Wu Gang regretted it.

After Qin Xiaolan and Fang Tianqing stared at the wooden stick in front of them and pondered for a few minutes, they finally had an answer.

The two immediately set off to pick out ingredients.

The characteristic of Japanese food is that the food made basically conforms to the original taste of the food, so sashimi is the most common among Japanese food.

But obviously, sashimi cannot be done in this topic.

Meng Zhan glanced at the dazzling array of ingredients, first selected a herring, and then selected more than ten kinds of other ingredients.

Meng Zhan felt that these were enough, so he brought his things to the kitchen counter and started cooking.

And Qin Xiaolan, Fang Tianqing and others also selected the ingredients and were ready to start making.

Wu Gang saw that most of the others had already taken action, but he hadn't thought of the answer yet, and he was very anxious.

Suddenly, he thought of the Japanese food he ate yesterday, the word 'color' on the wooden stick, and the topic given by Monk Wuwei, and he understood it all at once.

"Damn it, do you want to sign it? Is it designed to mislead people? I thought it was some kind of eroticism."

Wu Gang stared at the word 'color' and thought wildly in his mind for a long time. After he figured it out, he found that the wooden stick was useless, so he couldn't help but swear.

In his opinion, it is better not to give the wooden sign than to give it all.

After wasting a few minutes in vain, he hurried to pick out the ingredients.

At the referee's seat, Qin Fangfeng saw that most of the contestants had already started making delicacies, with a smile on his face, "It seems that many people have already figured out the answer, but it is not easy to make it."

Monk Wuwei said: "Since combining the essence of the two dishes, it is really not easy to follow the style of Chinese cuisine."

"I'm looking forward to their finished product." Qin Fangfeng said.

The host couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw that the contestants were already in action: "It seems that our contestants are very intelligent. It took only a few minutes to understand the topic given by the master and start cooking delicious food. It's a pity that I haven't thought about it yet." Come out. Jiajia, can you?"

"Of course I didn't figure it out, it's too difficult." Hostess Jiajia said.

The male host Mu Qiang smiled and said: "I think the audience must have already figured out the answer. Before the end of this competition, the audience can write the answer they thought of on the paper and submit it to the staff, and guess the answer correctly." The audience can get the opportunity to take photos with the contestants or referees."

Many of those audience members were fans of Qin Fangfeng, Qin Xiaolan and Fang Tianqing, and they were eager for this reward.

Originally, they had given up thinking about the answer, but now they started racking their brains to think again.

And Qin Fangfeng on the referee's seat frowned slightly, "It must be another crooked idea that that old guy Mei Jianghuai came up with."

Monk Wuwei smiled lightly: "It seems that your title of queen is still deeply engraved in the hearts of fans after more than ten years."

Qin Fangfeng said helplessly: "Master, don't make fun of me."