100 Types of Sweet Pampered Wife

Chapter 613 Announce the result!

"Hey, Junior Brother Wen's three non-sticks are already perfect. I'm afraid Barr... will lose."

"That's right! If you don't touch it, the taste is already strong. If you put a lock on your tongue, you won't be able to shake it easily with the food afterwards."

"However, I'm just not happy with Junior Brother Wen's strength. He is stronger than Barr in the first place, but he still uses his cooking skills to deal with him. It's really shameless."

Shameless or not, a food decision is a food decision, and a hero is judged by success or failure.

As long as Wen Yuhua wins in the final result, he is the king, and Barr is the loser.

"Baal..." Nancheng turned around and looked at Baal worriedly.

Barr shook his head, grinned, and said, "Mr. Nan, please taste."

Even though his back was bloody and bloody, he still persisted. If it were someone else, he would have fallen down long ago, right?
Nancheng sighed, and looked down at Barr's Floating Cloud Egg. If he didn't explain it, he would have thought it was a lighter-colored Sanbuzhan.

He picked up the chopsticks and carefully cut the floating cloud egg.

Immediately, a fresh fragrance gushed out, touching the tip of the nose, even people far away from the venue were shocked by this fresh fragrance.

"Is it milk, eggs, and...cheese?!"

"This is similar to the ingredients of Sanbuzhang. Why is the fragrance so strong?!"

"It's cheese!! Milk and cheese are originally produced from the same raw material. The combination of the two becomes one plus one equals two."

Seeing this, Wen Yuhua's expression turned ugly. This fragrance is really amazing.

Unexpectedly, under the situation just now, he could still make such a dish, which is really not easy.

only……

He curled his lips, even though the smell is amazing, the taste is not necessarily so.

Because, Nancheng's tongue has been locked by his three non-sticks.

At this moment, Nancheng picked up a piece of Floating Cloud Egg and put it in his mouth.

Um? ! !
His eyes widened, his hands trembled, and the chopsticks fell down.

How could this taste, this smell be so strong?
The taste that melts in the mouth, like the allusion of the Trojan horse slaughtering the city, sneaked into his mouth, and then turned into elite soldiers one by one, attacking the locked tongue.

These elite fighters used their own lives and weapons to attack the lock again and again.

In the end, the lock couldn't stand the impact, and finally broke.

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the clouds, wrapped in soft clouds, very comfortable.

"Nancheng!!" There was a cold shout, Nancheng suddenly came back to his senses, and found that he did not know when he was stroking his face with both hands.

"Just, what happened just now?" He asked blankly.

The corner of Mr. Miao's mouth twitched, and he said awkwardly, "You just turned into a brat."

"Huh?" Old Nancheng blushed, and quickly became solemn, "What you saw just now was all an illusion. Next, I will announce the results."

He hastily shifted his attention.

For a moment, everyone was very curious, who is the winner in the end?
They just saw that after Nancheng ate the Fuyun egg, his whole person became unwell, as if possessed by a demon, he kept touching himself.

When commenting on Wen Yu's paintings, such a style of painting never appeared before, could it be...

"I declare that this is the result of the food competition, and the winner is..."

"Wait." At this moment, Wen Yuhua stood up and stopped Nancheng inexplicably.

(End of this chapter)