If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to the first God of Cookery Contest in Hell! I am your host, Ms. Xiaotu."

The host held the microphone and stood in the middle of the square, impassioned.

"Because of the arrival of the gourmet anchor Song Ningyi, the people of the underworld have tasted an unprecedented fresh taste, but since ancient times, the underworld has been a place where ghosts come forth in large numbers, so we welcome the former gold medal chef in the world, Mr. Zhang Xiaodao~"

More than a dozen cameras were aimed at the host and the two men beside him.

"Standing on my left is the miraculous anchor Song Ningyi, and standing on my right is Mr. Zhang Xiaodao, a gold medal chef who shows his sharpness and never loses his momentum. So let us look forward to who will be the real one. The real God of Cookery in the underworld!"

Song Ningyi was sleepy and wanted to yawn.

A few bright lights suddenly appeared in the crowd of ghosts, and a few coconuts lay on the ground, stretching their bony and boneless hands like rubber bands all the way to Song Ningyi's side.

Song Ningyi: ...I was a little scared at the time.

In the center of the square is a huge towering Pluto statue, tall and thin, with a mask still covering its face, and a gas stove is placed on each side of the Pluto statue, with all kinds of pots and kitchen knives. This is today's competition venue.

Zhang Xiaodao clasped his fists at Song Ningyi, imitating the old-fashioned posture of TV dramas: "I have accepted."

Song Ningyi: ==

Really old, did he really die not long ago?

The two stood in their own positions, and the time was two hours. The content of the competition was not limited, and the public "professional comments" would score each one after tasting them.

Zhang Xiaodao did not take part in this kind of competition at first glance, he was so imposing that even the host was afraid of watching it.

Song Ningyi opened the food box she brought, took out the not-so-delicate pork belly carefully selected by the bull's head and horse noodles, and began to slice it.

And the chef Zhang Xiaodao on the side picked up the kitchen knife, and the handle of the knife rotated 360 degrees in his hand, playing with flowers directly.

As soon as it came out, all the cameras were aimed at Zhang Xiaodao's hand.

Song Ningyi couldn't help watching and turning the knife, but realized that now was not the time to be distracted, so she quickly sliced ​​the pork belly, shredded, diced, and chopped into minced meat.

After Zhang Xiaodao finished playing with the knife, he took out the ingredients, a large Australian lobster with teeth and claws, a grouper, conch slices and a scallop just salvaged from the sea.

Good guy, is this the legendary New Dragon Emperor Banquet, a classic Cantonese dish?

But don't panic, the lion head is more classic.

Song Ningyi took the egg and was about to smash it into the lion's head——

There seems to be something wrong.

Where does this faint stench come from.

He lowered his head and sniffed at the minced meat. It wasn't the smell coming from here, it was...

He glanced at the egg in his hand.

Smell.

Gan!You shouldn’t trust the bull’s head and horse noodles, these two must have bought the cheap rotten eggs recommended by the shopkeeper for cheap!

"What are you in a daze for? Time is running out." Seeing that Song Ningyi was in a daze, the host couldn't help reminding.

Song Ningyi swallowed, raised her head, and blinked at the host: "Sister, can I go home, there is something wrong with the ingredients I brought, or can I ask Mr. Xiaodao to borrow an egg."

Zhang Xiaodao was already pouring oil on the pan, and said generously, "It's just an egg."

Song Ningyi was overjoyed.

"No, I didn't bring it with me, so I can't use it."

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In the judges' seat, a few masked men whispered, then raised their hands to beckon the host to come over, and whispered again.

The host cleared his throat and raised the microphone: "The competition committee agreed that the contestants were suspected of cheating when they quit midway, and the request will not be approved."

Song Ningyi accepted it, and it wasn't an exam, what kind of cheating did she do.

But if rotten eggs are added to the minced meat, can they still be eaten?

The Mr. Knife on the opposite side has already started to dice and slice the tape calmly, with a confident look as if he has the winning ticket in his hands.

What to do, what to do, are you really going to lose?If you lose, will you lose your followers? What if you can't make it to the top of the list? Qiaoqiao really can only spend her life with Pluto in pain.

Zhang Xiaodao has already started to adjust the abalone juice as an auxiliary material, and when he pours the abalone juice, everything will be over.

He sneered, lifted the pot, and the abalone juice slid in mid-air and finally fell into the pot steadily.

"For laymen who are difficult to enter the elegant hall, it is better to admit defeat early."

Song Ningyi lost her temper instantly, but on the surface she still smiled and asked:

"Aren't laymen not allowed to cook? What you said is so funny, can't you just be ugly?"

Zhang Xiaodao flicked his flesh: "Who do you call ugly?"

Conscience of heaven and earth, Song Ningyi was just making an analogy, but he didn't want to attack personally.

"Forget it, my defeated general doesn't have the same knowledge as you."

Song Ningyi looked at the pitch-black sky, not even a single star, is she really going to lose to Zhang Xiaodao, who has a taller tone than others?

Not reconciled.

Rustling.

Suddenly, there was a whisper among the ghosts, and after a while, the voice became louder and louder, turning into a loud discussion.

Song Ningyi followed the voice and looked over, and suddenly found that the group of ghosts consciously moved out of the way.

In the middle of this wide avenue, a petite and furry figure appeared.

A familiar silver fur ball, with a small chrysanthemum-patterned package tied around its neck, ran towards him with small steps.

"It's a cat! There's a cat!" The group of ghosts exclaimed sincerely.

"Who raised such courage!"

Song Ningyi was so excited that she almost cried, it was their pork jerky!

Pork jerky ignored the surprised gazes around her and stepped straight in front of Song Ningyi. Her little claws kept scratching at the wrap around her neck, and she drilled hard, her head squeezed like a pancake, and finally put down the little chrysanthemum cloth wrap.

"Meow~" it called out in a milky voice, and fiddled with the cloth bag with its small claws, signaling Song Ningyi to open it.

Song Ningyi picked up the cloth bag in surprise, and found that it was heavy inside. Once he opened it——

A delicate and clean egg is nestled inside, like a sleeping white and fat baby.

"Fatty, you... how do you know I need this." Song Ningyi looked at the pork jerky in disbelief, thinking that this little hairball must have become fine.

But after thinking about it, the cats in the underworld must be different from the cats in the world, and it is normal to become a sperm.

"Thank you meaty, I will reward you when I go back." Song Ningyi raised his hand and touched the cat's head, got up and turned back to the battlefield.

Beat the eggs into the minced meat and stir well, add water, add green onion and ginger juice, and wait for the oil in the pot to boil, and the cooked meatballs will slide down the side of the pot, splashing small oil splashes.

When the meatballs are out of the pan and topped with the sauce, the hot aroma instantly permeates the entire square.

"Wow, it's really fragrant. Although I haven't tasted it, I can't help but start to salivate just by smelling it." The host Xiaotu's ears trembled, and he turned around lively .

The Braised Lion Head and the New Dragon Emperor Banquet were brought to the tables of the four judges respectively. The four judges put on a show and commented on the dishes first:

"Gourmet food should be full of color, fragrance, and taste. Let's look at the presentation first. Mr. Zhang Xiaodao's Dragon Emperor Banquet is just like its name, the domineering lobster emperor. All the crab soldiers and crab generals revolve around this emperor."

The rest of the judges nodded their heads.

"Let's talk about Mr. Song Ningyi..." One of the deer-headed men stroked his beard, "Braised lion's head, does the lion look like this?"

Song Ningyi: "So I have to kill the couple for you, right?"

"Song Ningyi, don't provoke the authority of the judges!" Lu Tou slapped the table and pointed angrily.

Song Ningyi rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue with him, so she waved her hand: "You continue."

Lutou cleared his throat, and immediately put on a fake gentleman's attitude, gently stroking the edge of the plate: "Besides, this fragrance, it has a fragrance, and the two sides are comparable. I don't know what you think."

Judges: "Me too."

"Finally, let's talk about this taste."

Song Ningyi was irritable in her heart: there is no end to it, can you finish it in one go.

The four judges picked up their chopsticks and tasted Zhang Xiaodao's classic Cantonese dishes one by one.

"Okay!" A startled cry resounded in the square.

"The sweetness of the lobster and the chewiness of the snail meat complement each other, and the abalone juice is rich and mellow. To be honest, although I was born in the underworld, I have also eaten a lot of delicacies in the world. I am able to make a dish so exquisite. This is the first time I have tasted this new Dragon Emperor Banquet, I am not afraid of being proud to give it full marks."

The host Xiaotu nodded: "Mr. Zhang Xiaodao's New Dragon Emperor Banquet has received very high praise. The four judges all gave full marks, which makes me even want to try it."

The host changed the subject and turned to look at Song Ningyi's braised lion head: "Then let's try Mr. Song Ningyi's braised lion head."

The four lion heads were divided into four small plates and placed in front of the four judges in turn.

Four odd-shaped judges picked up their chopsticks and poked the lion's head with the tip of the chopsticks, then shook their heads and sighed.

"To be honest, I can't say anything about this appearance." Lu Tou put down his chopsticks and sighed again.

The others followed suit and said, "Mr. Lu is right."

Song Ningyi: To you...forget it, you can't swear.

The scene was extremely embarrassing for a time, and the four judges folded their arms and leaned back, watching the lion head refuse to move their chopsticks.