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

"Even so, as a judge, at least you have to try it." The host Xiaotu was a little embarrassed, even though he knew he shouldn't say it, he still questioned it.

Except for the deer head, the other three looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they thought Xiaotu was right.

But the deer head still maintained the disdainful gesture just now, and let out a cold snort from his nose: "I am a judge, I have the right not to taste it."

Xiao Tu still wanted to say something, but considering that this was a high official from the underworld, the swear words that were about to blurt out were swallowed hard.

"Well, if this is the case... the score will be read out below. Mr. Zhang Xiaodao has a total score of [-] points. The highest and the lowest are removed and the average score is [-] points. As for Mr. Song Ningyi..."

"Meow!" The moment Xiaotu read out Song Ningyi's score, a silver shadow flew past his eyes and jumped onto the judges' seat.

The four members of the jury were staggered in fright.

A big fur ball with cat ears covered in fluff was standing on the table, with an unintelligible low cry from its throat, and its big tail slapped the table heavily.

"Where is the beast, get out, what's the matter with your organizer, you put all these things in!" The deer head raised his hand and pushed the kitty.

The kitten squatted stubbornly on the table without moving, its golden eyes fixed on the deer head in front of it.

"Go, go, go down!" The deer head raised his hand high, "If you don't go, you will be beaten."

"Meow." With a low cry, a meow claw suddenly appeared on the deer head man's head.

With a "bang", the head of the deer was pushed down, and its face was smashed into the small dish containing the lion's head.

Everyone present couldn't help gasping, holding their breath and looking at the deer head.

Everyone couldn't help but sweat in their hearts for this little cat. After all, this deer head is not a good stubble at first glance. I have to explain it together here.

But after the deer head was pressed down, it didn't look up for a long time.

Song Ningyi's expression instantly =□=, he felt that he could quibble a bit, he definitely didn't instigate this little cat to do this, he has his own ideas, he just doesn't like the deer's head, so what can he do.

The deer head was still lying on the plate, motionless.

The little rabbit's ears trembled, and he quietly moved two steps, and then two more steps, and when he reached the side of the deer's head, he pricked up his rabbit ears and listened carefully.

"Mr. judge has not gotten up for a long time. Could it be that this lion's head has been poisoned?!"

Song Ningyi: "I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"Ah~" Suddenly, the deer head straightened up, the sauce on his face wet his hair into strands.

He licked his lips and smashed his tongue.

"Mr. Lutou stood up again, and the lion's head on the plate disappeared visibly!" The little bunny turned around, and the tail of the fur ball shook.

"You..." Lu Tou looked at the sauce on the plate, and said slowly for a long time, "There was a time, did you miss your mother at a certain time?"

Xiaotu's eyes widened, and she tilted her head for some unknown reason: "I haven't seen my mother since I was born, so I don't have such thoughts."

The deer's head is full of sadness (?), holding his forehead, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with tears running through the corners of his eyes:

"Ah, lion's head, so it smells like mother's."

This sentence was really scary, but because Lu Tou was showing his true feelings, Song Ningyi had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

"This stewed lion's head, although its appearance is not good, but the taste is soft and chewy, the sauce is rich and mellow, and most importantly, it reminds me of my mother who has been away from the underworld for many years. Can I ask, is this dish How did you make it?"

The little rabbit shook his ears, his face full of disbelief: "Shocking reversal! Mr. Lutou, who was dismissive of the braised lion's head, actually expressed admiration from the heart!"

Song Ningyi raised the corners of her lips and raised her head proudly: "It's love, cook with love, taste it with your heart, and you will get what you want."

"What an inspiring slogan! I have to take notes quickly." Xiaotu turned around and turned to Song Ningyi, "I announce now that you have gained a loyal fan."

The other three judges followed suit after seeing their big brother make such a move. The lion's head was inserted in its entirety and stuffed into its mouth. Chew it, and all of a sudden their eyes were bigger than copper bells:

"Fortunately, I ate it! Otherwise, wouldn't I miss such a delicacy in the world!"

"Me too."

The little rabbit turned to the center stage with light steps, posed a cute pose, and waved the microphone:

"Since all the judges have eaten Song Ningyi's braised lion head, now! Enter the scoring session!"

"No need to fight anymore." Lutou raised his hand to interrupt Xiaotu, "I announce that the champion of the first God of Cookery Contest in Hell has been chosen. Let us welcome tonight's God of Cookery——Song Ningyi with warm applause!"

"Papa papa" warm applause one after another, the whistle sounded like waves, and Song Ningyi's bewildered expression was projected on the huge LED screen behind him.

Before he could react, Song Ningyi was dragged by Xiaotu's arms to the podium, and forced a huge trophy into his arms.

Song Ningyi didn't receive a trophy here, and Jane hit a stone pier, almost knocking him into the ground.

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"Lutou, what's the matter with you! You don't do anything after taking my money!" A discordant voice appeared amidst the applause of flowers.

Zhang Xiaodao got out from the crowd, took off his apron and threw it on the ground: "Didn't you say that this time the God of Cookery is none other than me! I gave you 20 and one cent of real money, and you give it to me now." engage in this trick?"

Lu Tou was so frightened that his jaw dropped, he quickly got up and ran all the way to Zhang Xiaodao, covered his mouth with his hand, and scolded in a low voice:

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, what good will it do you to talk about it?"

Zhang Xiaodao bit the deer head's hand with a bite, his face was shaking violently: "I don't care! I've been around for so many years, which time the position of God of Cookery didn't belong to me! I was robbed of the limelight by a layman today, so why cook with love? Laughing dead, cook with your ass!"

"How dare you roar on the field! You will be suspended for three years!" Lu Tou refused to accept it, and dared to compare his voice with him.

As soon as the words fell, two puffs of black smoke slowly rose from both sides of the podium, and when the smoke cleared, two giant Shuras nearly three meters high came out of the smoke, their slender hands and feet slowly swayed forward, and then walked to Zhang In front of Xiaodao, he pushed him to the ground, dragged a foot while dragging Zhang Xiaodao slowly into the darkness.

"What do you want to do! Let me go! I am the God of Cookery!" Zhang Xiaodao grabbed the ground with both hands, and was dragged out of ten long fingernail marks.

With the hoarse screams, Song Ningyi couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and for the first time truly experienced the horror of the underworld.

"The irrelevant people are gone, so our champion, Mr. Song Ningyi, the God of Cookery, what's your acceptance speech?"

Song Ningyi took the microphone: "First of all, I would like to thank Jifu TV, thank the organizers for their affirmation of me, thank those unlucky players who lost to me, and thank my parents for raising me, and my pork jerky."

Speaking of the excitement, he still imitated those stars receiving awards on TV, holding the trophy in one hand and covering his mouth with the other, tears of emotion swirled in his eyes.

"Everyone is very curious, can you tell the audience in front of the screen, why did you choose the braised lion's head dish?" Xiaotu host grabbed Song Ningyi's hand, turned the microphone aside, and whispered, " Don't cry baby, I will feel bad."

"I said before that cooking needs to be infused with love, love, love~" Song Ningyi made a heart-to-heart gesture with her hands and made two gestures in front of her chest.

"But to be serious, before the competition, I did worry about what kind of cuisine to use for the competition. After all, the opponent was once a gold medal chef in the world, and ordinary home-cooked dishes are definitely not in his eyes, just like what kind of night banquet he is cooking today. Never heard of it before…”

Everyone's inner OS: I haven't heard of it either.

"Braised lion's head is a famous dish in my hometown, and it was the only dish my mother knew how to cook before her death."

Xiaotu raised his eyebrows and waved to the band behind him, signaling "sad BGM!"

In order to blend into the atmosphere, the band members frowned and made sad faces. As soon as the music started, Song Ningyi raised his hand:

"Okay, don't get too fancy, I'll make a long story short, I only know how to cook this classic famous dish, I only learned this one from my mother, so it's sauce."

The little rabbit's ears trembled, and the eyeballs popped three meters away: "I can't believe it! You can beat a gold medal chef with just one dish. Could this be the power of love, no, it's the power of mother!"

The audience suddenly realized and clapped their hands in agreement.

Song Ningyi: No, it's the power of the cat's claw.

If it weren't for the paw of pork jerky, maybe the deer head would not have tasted his own cooking, and maybe he would not have reached this point. Speaking of it, there are many factors that have won the crown of the God of Cookery. Idealism is the power of love taught by my mother But that is the power of the cat's claw!

Amidst the warm applause and the shouts of flowers, Song Ningyi began to look for the dried pork.

However, it was so small that it was quickly buried in the tide-like crowd.

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"Pork jerky ~ Rou Rou ~ are you there, are you there?" The door of the house has not been opened, and no one has been seen, but Song Ningyi's overly affectionate cry was heard first.

Pork jerky looked up, and saw Song Ningyi squeezed in, holding a trophy bigger than his body in his arms.

As soon as he saw him, the kid didn't want any trophies, he piled them up in the corner like a pile of rubbish, his eyes were full of thieves, and he began to rub his hands maliciously.

Could it be...

Sure enough, Song Ningyi threw away his coat, rubbed his little hands and ran over in a hurry, passed his hands under his body, and with a strong force, his body suddenly hung in the air.

The shampoo this person uses has a light fragrance, but it lasts for a long time, and the smell spreads over a wide range. The whole body is fragrant, and the arms are also very soft. Although it looks thin, the chest and belly are still There is a thin layer of soft flesh, so it doesn't feel bad to be held in his arms.

His fingers are also warm, and it's actually very comfortable when he's snoring, making him want to doze off.

Unconsciously, she flicked her tail, couldn't help hooking his thin wrist, and rubbed it carefully.

This person looked like a fool, his little face was flushed when he was moved, and he hugged himself in his arms and rubbed him up and down.

It's so annoying, I don't like other people playing tricks on me, but... so comfortable meow, damn it, what's the matter with this person.

"But Rourou, you can't run around anymore. I heard that the villain Pluto will kidnap a cat whenever he sees it. It's dangerous for you to appear in public." Helpful little cutie.

"So, I decided to make you an ID card, so that even if you get lost, I can find you again."

Before Pork Jerky could react, his body had already fallen into his hut.

Song Ningyi pouted under the table and rummaged around. After searching for a long time, she finally found a small wooden box from the inside, opened it, and dumped out a pile of garbage.

Among them was a broken wooden board the size of a palm.

"I remember the landlord said that the toolbox is here." He touched the small board, "This one can be used."

Pork jerky tilted his head to look at the tool in his hand, and his big eyes were also full of doubts.

But the swaying fingertips in front of her eyes are really beautiful, clean and slender, and the nails are as clear and shiny as glass.

Pork jerky lay on the side, his eyes kept following those clean fingers. After a long while, he suddenly stretched out a small meat ball and gently pressed it on the back of Song Ningyi's hand.

"Meow..." There was a soft and unclear sound.

Song Ningyi kissed the little meat ball: "Wait a minute."

The blunt rusty knife slowly slid across the broken board, and sawdust flew everywhere.

The broken wooden board quickly turned into a heart-shaped piece of wood with barbs all over the edge. Song Ningyi took the gauze and polished the edge carefully. The slightly drooping eyelids were covered by eyelashes, casting fan-shaped shadows under the eyes.

Pork jerky was held in front of his chest, his chin rested on the table, and his eyes were fixed on Song Ningyi's face.

Looking at it, the little guy was a little sleepy, his eyes opened and closed, and his ears twitched from time to time.

Looking at it from Song Ningyi's angle, all he could see was a bunch of fluff lying there, with its big tail hanging halfway out of the table.

It's really cute. Why is there such a perfect creature as a cat in the world? How can a cat give birth to a human?

Song Ningyi stretched out her fingers covered in sawdust, and gently fiddled with the beard of pork jerky——

"Don't move." A sudden sound resounded in the small room.

The author has something to say: I have experienced a lot in the old year, and I hope that everything will be solved in the new year. I wish you all a happy new year~ Red envelopes for all comments~