My Little Mom is the Richest

"Eh, eh, eh, don’t you see, are the things Mu Qiu making in his hands the same as that made by the foreign guy?!"

"Mr. Mu is awesome. It's not the first time I have seen this kind of gameplay. If we win this time, I guess the old man on the other side will lose face, right?"

The chef on the French side has also discovered that the things Mu Qiu made in his hands are exactly the same as him, because there is no confidentiality measure for the things made by the chefs of both sides, so both sides can see very clearly.

To be honest, the French chef already regrets a little bit, and these three dishes are not his signature.

But he is a world-class chef, how can he be afraid of this?

These three dishes weren't a tedious recipe, and it didn't take long before Mu Qiu's first dish was completed.

Of course, the French chef here has also noticed this, and can't help but feel nervous.

Can you make this kind of French meal at the speed of making water tables? Will it be self-defeating?

But look at this guy’s expression, doesn’t it look like?

Although I feel a little hairy in my heart, the chefs on the French side did not disrupt his rhythm, and still couldn't help but do it slowly.

However, what is going on with this flustered feeling in my heart? !

This kind of feeling has never been felt before, but the young man opposite, how could he give himself this feeling? !

The three dishes weren't a time-consuming thing, and it didn't take long before Mu Qiu finished all three dishes.

It didn't take long for the French chef to finish it. Here is the time for the judging.

Although it was indeed the first time that Mu Qiu came to do this kind of thing, to be honest, he was all right.

After all, with systematic blessings, he has valuable capital in any situation.

"So, now the two chefs are all ready! Now is our time!",

Of course, the judges were completely cheered up, and they couldn't wait to see the final scene.

After all, this kind of competition is really uncommon.

The first is the first French snail.

Although this dish is not difficult, it is a test of the chef's comprehensive skills.

Therefore, the French chef is not too imaginary, because he believes that his knowledge in these three dishes is already very advanced, at most it is 55 kal. It is impossible to lose.

"The following is the first dish, French snails!"

Of course, the judges on both sides are not ordinary people, they are all well-known guys in the world of food industry.

Now to comment on this kind of competition, it seems to be a bit embarrassing for them.

After all, it seems to be wrong. .

"and many more?!"

The first judge suddenly frowned after eating the dishes made by Mu Qiu.

Meet the French chef, too? ! This reaction doesn't seem to be a mistake. Could it be that this guy really did something new? ? "

But when I changed my mind, I couldn't help feeling tight.

"This,, how is it possible, it doesn't seem to be right, the balance of the various flavors of this dish is already perfect, and it is almost impossible to improve it!

But what is strange is that after the several judges had eaten Mu Qiu's food first, they all had shocked expressions.

impossible! This is simply impossible! There is absolutely nothing wrong with your own dishes! His control of the flavoring agent is already accurate to the gram, he is like a machine, it is impossible to have any problems!

Impossible, impossible. , To be calm, to be calm, this must be just a mistake, and there will definitely be a flip,,

The French chef comforted himself frantically.

But this feeling is really weird. I have experienced a lot in previous games, but I have never felt this way before?

"I don't know, do you have this feeling, but the French snails I ate this time are different from all the snails I have eaten in the past."

A guy with a big beard who looked Middle Eastern shrugged and said helplessly.

"I agree, this feeling can only be experienced when I ate that Sri Lanka food before."

An old man who seemed to be a little older said.

"Slijkas? Are you talking about the master who has passed away?!"

"I think so."

The question was a white woman with a European and American style, whose age was completely covered by her heavy makeup and jewellery.

But the fourth judge never spoke. This well-dressed black man has always been quiet.

"Oh my God, I thought I was the only one who felt this way, and I didn't expect you to be the same."

He finally said a word now.

"Then everyone's opinions, are they unified?"

A few whispering judges finally came out.

"After our careful consideration, we still think,"

The bearded man in charge of the announcement lowered his head and cleared his throat.

"The first dish made by Muqiu was even better and won the first round!"