There is always a big guy rewarding me in the live broadcast

Chapter 367 The Happiness of Dark Cuisine (16)

Mo Yunguo felt a little strange. After all, everyone's sense of happiness is different. How can these people make food to convince the referees?
Mo Yunguo was curious, and so were the people in the studio.

"As the saying goes, the universe is so big that there are no surprises, but the system of this world is quite strange."

"Indeed, although our world also has all kinds of food in a state of blessing, but there is no such illusory thing as happiness."

"It seems that I still have shallow knowledge~"

"Hahahaha! Speaking of which, will the food made by these contestants be as unpalatable as Bo Yiran's?"

"I don't think it should be possible, right? (laughs with arms akimbo)"

"Let me take a closer look at Bo Yiran's recipe, and then do it myself to see if it tastes bad!"

"Upstairs, I look forward to your work."

"I like you, Sao Nian~"

"Upstairs, I admire your courage! Come on! Remember to come out and squeak after you make it."

"Xiao Guoguo is sitting in the judges' seat. I should taste their works in a while, right? Xiao Guoguo must tell me how I feel~"

Seeing this, Mo Yunguo responded with "Yes".

Time passed bit by bit, and the game time gradually came to an end, and an indescribable smell spread from the entire hall, smelly and fragrant, all kinds of smells mixed together, um... I really want to Let people flee.

However, everyone present didn't move at all, as if they didn't smell that smell.

Mo Yunguo moved his butt, feeling a little restless. This smell really didn't smell good at all.

The end of the competition sounded, and the ten contestants brought up their food one after another, introduced them one by one, and then waited for the evaluation.

Bo Yiran was doing the final work slowly. He just wanted to feel the atmosphere, and he didn't really intend to participate in the competition. Those judges are not qualified to eat his food...

Bo Yiran's eyes fell on Mo Yunguo, who was picking up chopsticks and tasting a contestant. He put the food on a plate, covered it, and walked over slowly.

At this time, Mo Yunguo had already tasted the food of the fifth contestant. It was different from Bo Yiran's unspeakable taste. Although the food made by these people was not delicious, it was definitely not unpalatable.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be "bland".

Different from Mo Yunguo's indifference, some of the judges next to him had bright eyes and praised, while others frowned and reprimanded something.

Seeing this, Mo Yunguo made some guesses. It seems that in this evaluation, whose food should increase the happiness of most of the judges.

Mo Yunguo was about to tell the people in the live broadcast room how the contestant felt about the food, when he saw that the small dish in front of him that was supposed to contain food was pushed aside with his hands, and replaced with a large plate with a lid on it .

Mo Yunguo looked up, and saw Bo Yiran looking down at him from above.

There was still a smile on the corner of Bo Yiran's mouth, as if this was his signature move.

He leaned over slightly, propped his hands on the table, and put his head closer to Mo Yunguo.

"Let me have a taste of my food, okay?" Although it was a question, it carried an air that could not be refused.

Mo Yunguo looked at the food in front of him, thought about his mission, and nodded decisively.

Food (task) comes first, so there is no reason not to eat (do)!
Mo Yunguo opened the lid directly, and a smoky smell came out.

Mo Yunguo: ...

(End of this chapter)