My old attack is the giant

As the body and soul are tempered more and more, Jiang Ziwen can see the spiritual power at any time without deliberately concentrating, and can freely guide the spiritual power into the body.

The result of this is that every time he eats, there is always a long queue in front of the cooking counter.

Another diner picked up food from the dining table.

This is an old fan of Jiang Ziwen, who has followed from Tianzhiwei to Wuzangshanjing.

"Chef Jiang, your cooking skills are really getting better and better." The beauty did not leave immediately after receiving the dishes, but stepped aside to talk to Jiang Ziwen.

An old man in the back heard her words, and said with great enthusiasm, "Yes, Chef Jiang's cooking is more effective than medicine! After eating, I feel comfortable, sleep well, I can eat, and I am full of energy every day !"

Other diners chimed in.

This is not the first time Jiang Ziwen has heard such a compliment.

He also specifically asked Chiyou, and it is said that it was because the spiritual power in the dishes he cooked increased. After these diners ate the food, the spiritual power entered the body and had a nourishing and repairing effect on the body, so they felt this way.

Knowing this, he subconsciously introduced spiritual power into the cooking.

The effect of doing this is also two-way.

On the one hand, it is beneficial to the health of diners.

On the other hand, he also exercised his use of spiritual power.

After more than half a month, Jiang Ziwen was invited to participate in the World Famous Chef Competition.

The venue of the competition is the famous Allerat Manor in the Striped Country.

The competition period is two days.

Accompanied by Chiyou, Jiang Ziwen came to Alairat to check in.

The front desk clerk is a food lover, and he recognized Jiang Ziwen at a glance.

"I have been to Shanhai Manor, and I have also enjoyed the food you cooked. It is really delicious! It's a pity that my vacation is limited and my salary is low, otherwise I must live there for ten days and half a month!"

"Thank you for your approval."

The front desk took out and commented on the dishes she had eaten at that time, and she was spitting. It was not until the colleague next to her reminded her that she remembered that she hadn't checked in these two.

Her eyes moved between Jiang Ziwen and Chiyou.

Jiang Ziwen embraced the man's strong arm, half of his body leaned against the man, and said with a smile, "He is my husband."

Chiyou looked down at him, and couldn't help twirling his index finger and thumb.It was the first time he heard Jiang Ziwen call him that, and he felt a little itchy.

The blush on the front desk's face became more pronounced, and his eyes were particularly bright.

"You two are a good match! Wait a minute! The rooms in our hotel are very special, I will find you a good room! You will definitely like it!"

She quickly checked the room situation, entered the check-in information in the background, and sent the room number to Jiang Ziwen with an ambiguous smile.

"Turn right ahead and take the elevator to the top floor!"

Jiang Ziwen thanked him, and led the man into the elevator.

Because during this period of time, he was focused on competing with spiritual power, and when he learned that he was going to Allerat, he didn't check the strategy in advance like he did when he went to Mengding, so he didn't know the characteristics of Allerat.

Seeing the reaction from the front desk, he felt that their room should be a dream couple room.

Soft round big bed, pink veil, and dim and ambiguous lights.

But when he opened the door and saw the layout inside, he realized that his thinking was too pure.

Two of the four walls have panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the whole view of Alairat at a glance.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are about half the height of a person, and there are armrests. It is actually strange to install this thing here, but if you think about the relationship between the people who live in this kind of room, you can quickly understand what the armrests are for.

The ceiling of the room is always a high-definition mirror.

The bathroom is huge, comparable to an ordinary bedroom, with mirrors on six sides, and like the floor-to-ceiling windows, the mirrors on the surrounding walls are also equipped with handrails.

Standing in the bathroom, Jiang Ziwen was surrounded by his figure in all directions. He slightly lowered his head to look at the handrail, and his whole body was a little agitated.

"Like it?" Chiyou asked.

"Yes. What about you?" Jiang Ziwen turned around and said.

"Me too." Chiyo replied.

Two people stood facing each other, one was inside, the other was at the door, their eyes met, and the air became sticky and ambiguous.

The bracelet kept sending out message notifications, Jiang Ziwen glanced at it, it was a detection reminder sent by the organizer of the competition.

He grabbed his hair, hugged the man and took a deep breath, and said a little irritably, "It's really not the right time, but this matter would have been done an hour earlier."

Chiyou smiled and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

Jiang Ziwen had had enough hugs, and dragged the man downstairs.

When they came to the first floor, the beauty at the front desk asked them with a smile if they were satisfied with the room.

Jiang Ziwen: "Very good."

Beauty: "I knew you would be suitable for this theme!"

Jiang Ziwen felt that he couldn't chat with her anymore, otherwise the evil fire he had suppressed so hard would be ignited again.

"I forgot to ask just now, how can I get to the venue?"

The front desk pointed to the sign behind them.

"It's on the first floor. There are signposts along the way. You two will arrive there along the way."

Jiang Ziwen said thank you, and came to the venue holding Chiyou's hand.

The venue is very large.

There are dozens of sets of temporary kitchen tables in the middle. At this time, there are already people in front of many of the cooking tables. Familiar faces.

In front of the kitchen counter is the judges' seat, all of whom are world-renowned food critics.

On the left and right of the kitchen counter are auditoriums.

There are many reporters around who are adjusting the camera position.

Obviously, this competition is different from Jiang Ziwen's previous ones.

Other competition organizers usually give the chefs from afar a short time to familiarize themselves with each other.

This time, it was a full-on culinary competition from the very beginning.

Jiang Ziwen, as the head chef of the famous super estate, is also the youngest Michelin three-star chef in history, and he has attracted the attention of countless people as soon as he appeared.

He nodded friendly to these people, and went to the empty cooking table under the guidance of the staff.

Chiyou put his kitchen utensil box on the stage and sat in the auditorium.

The host of the competition is the president of the International Gastronomy Association.

He introduced the chefs and food critics who participated in the competition in turn, thanked them for coming, announced the theme of the competition as "Love", and then introduced the competition rules and scoring mechanism.

The staff sent the ingredients to the arena.

The game officially begins.

The chefs stepped forward to select the ingredients one after another.

Jiang Ziwen didn't move.

This was his first time participating in this kind of world's top chef competition. Although he didn't show it, he was a little nervous.

Undoubtedly, making desserts is the most suitable for the theme of the competition.

He also knows a lot of desserts, but if it's just such an ordinary dish, he's sure he can't stand out from these top experts.

He needs a unique piece.

His eyes fell on the man in the viewing area.

The man was sitting in the first row, with his legs spread apart, his upper body straight, his arms crossed around his chest, and his whole body exuded incomparable male hormones.

Noticing his gaze, the man moved his mouth but didn't make a sound, but Jiang Ziwen understood that he meant "hungry".

I just don't know what kind of hunger he is expressing.

Jiang Ziwen smiled, and raised his hand to touch the off-white earrings. The nervousness was quickly relieved, and at the same time, he also had an idea for the dishes to be made next.

He walked to the food supply area and picked out eggs, milk, low-gluten flour and other ingredients.

After returning to the cooking table, he devoted himself to making the dishes.

In Chiyou's eyes, the spiritual power floating in the air gathered from all directions and merged into the ingredients through Jiang Ziwen's hands.

In the eyes of others, Jiang Ziwen, who is concentrating on cooking, seems to be shining, attracting the attention of all the audience present.

Some chefs presented their works one after another. The judges listened to the chefs' interpretation of the theme of the competition and the creative explanation of their works. After tasting the dishes, they gave out scores.

There were fewer and fewer people in the cooking area, and only Jiang Ziwen was left in the end.

The psychological pressure he was under at this time should be huge, but Jiang Ziwen didn't seem to feel anything, all his attention was focused on the big bouquet of blue roses under his hand.

When he finished painting the last petal, the number of light spots gathered around him reached its peak, blending with each other and pouring into his body.

At this moment, Jiang Ziwen seemed to hear the extremely subtle sound of foam breaking.

Immediately afterwards, his body became lighter and his mind cleared up.

His consciousness seems to be able to break through the limitations of reinforced concrete, fly out of the arena, fly out of the hotel, and reach a wider place.

He can "see" the beauties at the service desk eating snacks, the couple walking hand in hand on the lawn, the fish swimming in the lake, the birds singing in the dense forest...

The beep sounded for the end of the game.

Jiang Ziwen came back to his senses, he realized something, and quickly looked towards the audience area.

The man smiled.

Jiang Ziwen opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Someone reminded that the time was up, Jiang Ziwen looked away and sent the work to the jury.

A bouquet of 99 roses stood in the judges' seat, gorgeous and lifelike, even the subtle textures on the petals could be seen.

The romantic, gentle and sweet atmosphere lingered throughout the arena, overshadowing all previous flavors.

Someone couldn't help feeling, "If I hadn't watched him make it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that it was actually a cake, and it was made by hand. What a skillful mounting technique is required to achieve this level."

Another said, "It smells so good, I want to fall in love just by smelling it."

Several judges glanced at each other with unconcealable astonishment in their eyes, and one of them said, "Mr. Jiang Ziwen, please explain your understanding of the theme of the competition and your creative ideas."

Jiang Ziwen paused for a moment, and found out from his bracelet a photo of him taking a photo with the blue enchantress in the hotel.

The appearance of the group photo caused some commotion in the arena.

Someone whispered, "These two bunches of flowers are exactly the same!"

Jiang Ziwen turned around.

Others followed his gaze to look at the man sitting in the auditorium.

Jiang Ziwen: "The rose in the projection was a gift from my husband when he confessed his love to me. In my heart, it is the most perfect interpretation of 'love'. It's just that I was so happy at that time, even the promise to him I forgot to mention it. I want to use this occasion to send him a bouquet of roses and tell him—"

"I don't know where it started, but it goes deeper and deeper. My love is only for you."

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