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On the other side of the yard, there was a completely different scene.

Although Leng Qingqing also wanted to know what was happening on the other end, everyone was on their feet, even the director personally went to the battle to help, but she was very busy now.

That’s it for now, let’s cook first.

The two dishes ordered by the judges: ground pot chicken with corn tortillas and stewed fish.

She deftly scaled the fish, took out the internal organs, heated the oil in a cold pan, added the fish, sprinkled in the ingredients and stir-fried, and the aroma wafted out.

Leng Qingqing closed the lid of the large iron pot, turned on the fire, and let the fish cook.

The staff set up another stove, right next to the fish pot, as Leng Qingqing requested.

Since there is more than one dish, cooking both sides at the same time will save a lot of time.

Next, we started kneading the pancakes. The cornmeal was ground by the villagers themselves. You can smell the aroma of the grains when you get close. It is natural and pollution-free.

The furnace was burning red, the atmosphere was heated, and Lone Qingqing was sweating.

Huo Yanheng was helping to knead the small corn tortillas. He Qingqing pulled a small piece to him. He lowered his head and stretched it seriously. Soon, a small ball of cornmeal was pulled into an oval in his hand, which was almost the same as the tortilla on the chopping board. shape.

A considerable number of die-hard fans could not bear to watch Jiang Mingzhu washing her colon, and squatted obediently in the live broadcast room to watch Leng Qingqing cooking.

It’s been such a long time coming.

【So hungry...】

[When I get rich, I will definitely buy a mobile phone that can smell the fragrance. 】

[My wish in this life is to eat a meal cooked by Leng Qingqing. It looks so delicious. 】

【Take me one. 】

[I really envy Hengheng for having such an almighty mother. I want to be Leng Qingqing’s child in my next life...]

【? ? ? 】

[It’s so lively over there at Jiang Mingzhu, why don’t you go take a look hahahahahaha]

While the director was helping Jiang Mingzhu, Bai Dan and Andy came over from time to time and asked Leng Qingqing for his opinions. Generally speaking, except for the Jiang brother and sister, the progress of all guest tasks was very normal.

No matter what, Jiang Mingzhu completed the most difficult task.

When the dish of dry pot sausage was brought out and placed on the long table in the center of the courtyard, Jiang Mingzhu's hair was messed up, her makeup was messy, and faint traces of scared tears could be seen on her cheeks.

To be precise, I was frightened by pig poop.

The moment the pig poop splashed on her face, to be honest, Jiang Mingzhu didn't even want her face anymore.

Jiang Mingzhu thought it was over.

Unexpectedly, the scarier thing is yet to come - the guests will have to enjoy their craftsmanship with the judges.

Jiang Mingzhu said pitifully: "Is it okay if I don't eat..."

The director showed a stern look: "You must eat, you can't do it without eating."

The happiest person was the judge from Leng Qingqing's house. Before Leng Qingqing put the pancake on the pot, the judges were standing next to the stove, wandering around, wanting to bury their heads in the pot.

"What ingredients did you use? Why is this chicken so fragrant?"

Leng Qingqing smiled: "It's just ordinary home-cooked ingredients."

The judge shook his head, leaned over and whispered: "No, your cooking is more delicious, there must be some secret recipe! Tell me secretly, I promise not to tell anyone else..."

"You said it is a unique secret recipe, how can I tell others."

At the same time, Leng Qingqing opened the pot.

A peculiar smell of meat spread over the courtyard and also floated to the other guests. The other guests who had not yet completed the cooking task were stirring the dishes in the pot, but they all sniffed the air and looked at the deserted scene. direction.

"What did Qingqing do again? Why does it smell so good?"

Bai Dan swallowed, and the sound of swallowing was very loud in the air.

It was strange that she was hungry again even though she had lunch very late today.

Jiang Tianqiong had just taken the noodles out of the pot, put them into a large bowl, and neatly piled them on with sesame seeds, chopped green onions, chili noodles, etc., and finally poured it with hot oil.

There was a sound of "crash", hot oil was poured on the sauteed seeds, and the aroma overflowed.

It looked good, but the other scent in the air was too aggressive. The judges in Jiang Tianqiong's group who were ordering couldn't help but look over at Leng Qingqing, their eyes full of longing.

"It smells so good..."

Jiang Tianqiong: "..."

Is it really appropriate to say this in front of your own guests?

The aroma of ground-pot chicken invaded the other side of the yard, and the aroma and stench intertwined in the air, combining to form an indescribable smell.

Jiang Mingzhu looked at the dishes on the table with a bitter look on her face.

——The fat intestines were not processed well, and there was a bad smell. The female judges and Jiang Baoyu both showed painful expressions.

After taking a bite, Jiang Mingzhu turned her head and spat it out with a 'wow' sound.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Baoyu silently put down the chopsticks he had just picked up.

Only the female judge was left holding up her chopsticks, in a dilemma.

If you don't eat, you'll get scolded at most.

If you eat it, you are seeking death.

Life is important.

The female judge thought carefully for a few seconds and slowly put down her chopsticks.

Rushing towards the camera, she gave an awkward yet polite smile.

"Why did the guest vomit? It seems there is something wrong with the food. It's better not to eat it. It will be bad if something goes wrong after eating."

The director rarely responded.

Judging from the part where the Jiang brothers and sisters were handling the fat intestines, this dry pot of fat intestines is inedible...

It would be a bit too bullying to have the guests and judges bear such humiliation.

Ah, but then again.

Has anyone in the world died from eating unwashed pig intestines?

The director touched his chin and felt that if the guests and judges were forced to eat this dish today, there would probably be some unpleasant scenes.

After thinking about it, I gave up.

The program is honest and valuable, but the guest price is even higher. If you care about your life, you can throw away both!

——In order to prevent the program crew from causing any casualties, it’s okay not to eat the pig’s intestines!

The director looked with pain on his face as he watched the female judge carrying the unsatisfactory plate of dried pot sausages to the big black dog tied up in the corner of the yard.

"Hei smash, eat." The female judge poured the plate of dry pot sausages into the dog bowl in front of the dog.

The black dog lowered its head and waggled its tail, walked over, lowered its head and sniffed, then paused and made a retching motion.

Female judge: "..."

Everyone: "…………"

Bai Dan looked at Miss Jiang worriedly: "Mingzhu, I really wronged you!"

Jiang Mingzhu was holding on to the tree trunk and vomiting wildly. Not understanding what was happening, she turned her head around in confusion, just in time to see the big black dog move away from its dog bowl as fast as a nuclear bomb, and made the sound of vomiting while running back.

The dog bowl is full of stuff. If it’s not fat intestines, what is it?

"..." Jiang Mingzhu: "Ugh..."

After all this, what else does Jiang Mingzhu not understand?

Jiang Mingzhu's face turned pale and she squatted down weakly. She almost vomited out her bile.

"You let me eat something that even dogs won't eat!"

Normally, the arrogance of Jiang Mingzhu who uttered these words would have been angry and questioning, but she was in poor health at the moment and her words were weak.

The village party secretary stood up, coughed twice, and defended the pig intestines: "Well, our pig intestines are very fresh, not to mention the pigs, there is nothing wrong with them!"

Everyone knows that the problem is not with the pigs, but with Jiang Mingzhu and Jiang Baoyu.

A person who is not known to be good at cooking walks into the kitchen and unleashes a power comparable to an atomic bomb. I have seen it today.

The director stretched out his arm and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After today's incident, he would not dare to just ask the villagers to eat the food made by the Jiang brothers and sisters.

Really poisonous!