Chapter 1375:

After a while, Mo Yanyang made a decision, she ordered tofu, and some other side dishes...
Mo Yanyang said to Xiao Chu: "Today, let's make Pingqiao Tofu Soup."
Xiao Chu nodded.
The dish that Mo Yanyang chose today cannot be a dish, it should be said to be a soup, a Huaiyang dish...
She wondered that today's players should mostly choose meat. If she chooses again, there will be nothing new.
It's better to be a little clever. This Pingqiao Tofu Soup is more suitable for getting tired after the judges have tasted a lot of meat dishes.
Pingqiao Tofu Soup is simple, but it is also simple, but difficult, but it is not easy to make.
Mo Yanyang has made some improvements to this dish...
There was enough time, so Mo Yanyang didn't do anything hurriedly.
Moreover, his dish is different from the last time, it is not suitable to serve it early.
Mo Yanyang cooks in an orderly manner, like cooking at home, without panic or sad...
All kinds of scents in the next door are floating one after another. Through these scents, Mo Yanyang can roughly know the materials they chose.
Mo Yanyang was a little bit curious in his heart. He wanted to know, Fu Congsu, next door, what did he do this time?
However, this curiosity was quickly forgotten by Mo Yanyang. After all, at this time, it is useless to think about others and only focus on one's own dishes.
But while cooking, Mo Yanyang noticed that there were photographers who stopped and took pictures of her with the camera on his shoulders.
Mo Yanyang wondered why so many photographers were involved this time.
It seems that they are all very professional, and there are constant referees walking past her or stopping to watch.
The screen in the rest area closest to Xie Xize and the others switched back to watching Moyangyang.
The crowd who had dispersed, gathered again.
Once again, the discussion started.
"This young lady's technique looks very powerful, and I feel like I can advance."
"Yeah, it doesn't look like a face-only food."
"It's not necessarily. You don't know everything until the result of the game comes out."
"Why don't we make a bet on whether this Miss 67 can advance."
"Okay……",
Xie Fengmian listened to them betting there, thinking in his heart, my husband is still sitting here, won't you converge?
He glanced at him secretly, Xie Xize, at this time he looked calm, his eyes focused on Mo Yanyang, as if he could not hear what the people behind him were saying.
But the more Xie Xize was like this, the more it made Xie Fengmian feel lost in his heart.
Xie Fengmian stretched out his hand to pull his father, wanting him to say something.
As a result, eh, what about people?
Xie Fengmian discovered that Xie Beizhao disappeared at some point.
Xie Fengmian turned around to look for someone, only to find out that Xie Beizhao was crowded among the group of people, unexpectedly... betting.
Xie Fengmian...(⇀‸↼‶)
Is this the father he knew?
However, what made Xie Fengmian feel even more uncomfortable was that Dad didn't call him when he went to place a bet.
How can you not call him such a 100% win?
Therefore, Xie Fengmian stood up quietly and walked over, "I can advance to the No. 67..."
After speaking, throw out his car key. : "This is what I pressed today."
The car he drove over today was a Big Ben worth two or three million.
Among Xie Fengmian's cars, this is a relatively ordinary car.
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