God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

This competition was inherently unfair, and Zhao Qinglin himself was well aware of this.

If Ye Changqing had lost just now, Ma Qiankun would probably have announced the winner directly, and Ye Changqing would naturally let him do whatever he wanted at that time.

But despite having such a big advantage, he still lost in the end.

Zhao Qinglin was furious and unwilling to fail to seize this opportunity.

But that was the fact, and no matter how much he said, it wouldn't change anything. Zhao Qinglin could only grit his teeth and swear that he would win the next round of swordplay competition.

The knife skills competition in the Kitchen King Fairy City is very simple, cutting Tianyuan tofu pudding.

Tianyuan tofu pudding is not a rare ingredient, but its texture is extremely soft and chewy.

If you don't have skilled enough knife skills, it would be difficult to cut it into pieces, let alone shred it.

With one cut, it turned into pulp.

The requirement for this round is to cut a whole piece of Tianyuan tofu pudding into flower shapes, and put it into water without falling apart, to be considered qualified.

Ye Changqing had no objection to the rules, and Zhao Qinglin gritted his teeth and said nothing.

After the two disciples brought two pieces of Tianyuan tofu pudding of the same size and two basins of water and placed them on Ye Changqing and Zhao Qinglin's stoves respectively, Ma Qiankun said in a deep voice.

"let's start."

To be fair, the knives used by Ye Changqing and Zhao Qinglin were all basic standard knives produced by Chuwang Xiancheng.

The two sets of knives are exactly the same, with no difference.

Ye Changqing shook the knife in his hand with a calm face. On the contrary, Zhao Qinglin, after the failure just now, held the knife tightly in his hand. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead before he started.

He was so nervous before the operation even started. Ye Changqing glanced at him and then paid no more attention to him.

According to the requirements of the competition, Ye Changqing began to cut the Tianyuan tofu pudding.

It is indeed soft and requires a high level of control over strength, but this difficulty is not a problem for Ye Changqing.

As a chef in two lifetimes, knife skills are naturally the most basic. What's more, the cooking skills that the system has given Ye Changqing have improved his skills. Naturally, he has already mastered the most basic knife skills.

Therefore, the test of Tianyuan tofu pudding was not stressful at all for Ye Changqing.

As the knife fell, Tianyuan Douhua didn't even move, as if the knife missed and did not hit Tianyuan Douhua.

However, all the formal disciples present, as well as Ma Qiankun, had a strange look in their eyes when they saw this knife.

With everyone's eyesight, they could naturally see that the knife just now had indeed accurately cut the Tianyuan tofu pudding.

As for why the Tianyuan tofu pudding did not move, it was entirely due to Ye Changqing's control of strength and his superb knife skills.

“What beautiful knife skills.”

Some formal disciples couldn't help but sigh. Let alone Zhao Qinglin, just the knife just now was enough to make them feel astonished.

At least most of the formal disciples thought that they could not achieve this, and Ye Changqing's swordsmanship was stronger than theirs.

As for Ma Qiankun, although he didn't say anything, there was a scorching light in his eyes when he looked at Ye Changqing.

But for now, he remained calm and waited.

Ye Changqing didn't care about what people around him thought and just focused on making his Tianyuan tofu pudding.

A piece of Tianyuan tofu pudding was carved into shape bit by bit by Ye Changqing.

Watching Ye Changqing's movements, the whole process gives people a pleasing feeling.

Everything was going well for Ye Changqing, but things were very bad for Zhao Qinglin.

I don’t know if it was because of nervousness, unwillingness, or anger, but Zhao Qinglin’s movements were a little distorted.

He was hesitant when he made the move, and there was no determination at all.

Originally, no matter how bad Zhao Qinglin was, at least he had the basic skills. He had practiced making Tianyuan tofu pudding countless times.

Under normal circumstances, there should be no problem even if the speed is slower.

But now, Zhao Qinglin looked at the piece of Tianyuan tofu pudding in front of him, but he was unable to start. His forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

His hands were shaking unconsciously due to nervousness. Seeing him like this, some formal disciples shook their heads.

In this state, Zhao Qinglin is doomed to lose and has no chance of winning at all.

In fact it is.

When Zhao Qinglin was extremely conflicted, he finally took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and finally cut the knife with trembling hands.

Ye Changqing, who was sitting at the stove next to him, had already put his piece of Tianyuan tofu pudding into the basin of water.

As soon as the Tianyuan tofu pudding entered the water, it looked like a blooming flower, forming a lifelike white flower shape in the water.

As white as jade, floating in the water, it gives people a sense of extreme beauty at first glance.

“What beautiful tofu pudding.”

"This knife skill is amazing."

"The victory has been decided."

As Ye Changqing finished his task, many people around him exclaimed and sighed, and these voices made Zhao Qinglin completely despair.

His eyes were red as he stared at the Tianyuan tofu flower in Ye Changqing's pot.

It was hard to tell the expression in his eyes, but his teeth were gritting.

In this round of competition, there is no need for anyone to check, the results are obvious at a glance.

Ye Changqing's tofu pudding was so lifelike and perfect that all the formal disciples could only admit defeat in their hearts.

As for Zhao Qinglin, he didn't even finish the task, so he was naturally a complete loser.

Even worse than the first round.

Ma Qiankun didn't waste any words and directly announced that Ye Changqing won, and then said.

"Next round, control the fire."

There was still no intention of stopping, and Ye Changqing still had no objection. No matter what the competition was, Zhao Qinglin would definitely lose.

The knife skills are the same, and the fire control is still the same.

But this time, hearing what Ma Qiankun said, a hint of ruthlessness suddenly emerged in Zhao Qinglin's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said resolutely.

"I will never lose in controlling fire."

Hearing this, Ye Changqing glanced at him and saw that in addition to the murderous expression on Zhao Qinglin's face, he seemed to have a little more confidence.

This guy seems to be quite confident in the art of controlling fire.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Among all the formal disciples under Ma Qiankun, Zhao Qinglin can only be regarded as mediocre.

But if we only talk about the art of controlling fire, Zhao Qinglin can be ranked among the top among all formal disciples.

This guy seems to be born with a great talent for the art of controlling fire. He can achieve twice the result with half the effort and improve extremely quickly.

This is also the only advantage that Zhao Qinglin can show off among all the formal disciples.

After all, apart from fire control, he really has nothing remarkable in other aspects and is extremely mediocre.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Changqing. He, Zhao Qinglin, was determined to win this fire controlling competition and would never lose again.