100 Types of Sweet Pampered Wife

Chapter 85 Confidence, or Conceit?

"What?! Did Xiao Xi initiate it?" The dean widened his eyes, and immediately exploded with anger. "This guy, do you really think that you have obtained some martial arts cheats and can become invincible?"

"That's right." Mo Yu shook his head with a wry smile. "However, right now, I can only hope that Xiao Xi will really get the martial arts secret book, every second."

"By the way, what's the content of their food decision?" The dean changed the subject and asked hastily.

"Ji Changqing's request is that if Xiao Xi loses, she will kneel down in public, slap herself, and drop out of school."

"Crazy, really crazy!" The dean was furious, if Luo Xiaoxi was defeated in the food competition, then he, the dean, would have no way to help.

"Dean, you don't have to worry too much. Maybe Xiao Xi can bring us another surprise?" Mo Yu smiled, and a look of anticipation flashed in those eyes.

The dean was slightly taken aback, and sighed, how could there be so many surprises?A kitchen killer who can suddenly create a red fantasy probably consumed all of Luo Xiaoxi's luck in this life.

It's just that Young Master Jun came here for Luo Xiaoxi, so why didn't he come forward to stop such a ridiculous thing?With his energy, it shouldn't be difficult, right?

The dean looked over and saw Jun Zijue playing with a lollipop.

Jun Zijue looked down at a lollipop with deep eyes.

"Is this a gift of victory, or a mourning farewell?"

He raised his eyes slightly, and took a deep look at Luo Xiaoxi.

From this point to the end, Luo Xiaoxi remained calm and calm, with a confident smile on her face.

Seeing her like this, Ji Changqing sneered and said, "Luo Xiaoxi, thank you for giving me this opportunity to humiliate you severely."

This idiot not only accepted the food decision, but also asked them to set the rules!
If you don't play tricks on you this time, my surname is not Ji.

"Luo Xiaoxi, Ji Changqing, I'm here to reiterate the rules again." Ling Yan glanced at Luo Xiaoxi, then at Ji Changqing, and said in a deep voice: "The theme of this food competition is fried rice. You all focus on this theme , can play freely, there are no other restrictions."

"The ingredients for this time can be brought by yourself, or they can be provided by the college."

"I'm fine." Ji Changqing raised his head and looked at Luo Xiaoxi with a proud face. Compared with his own fried rice, you are still a little tender.

This is his specialty dish, and he once won a big prize with a dish of ink fried rice.

Today, he will trample you idiot into the ground with this ink fried rice.

"Before I start, I feel that I need to correct you." Luo Xiaoxi raised her hand, and her fingertips lightly brushed the neatly arranged knives on the kitchen table.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were inexplicably focused on Luo Xiaoxi's fingertips.

Her fingers were very slender, as tender as green onions, and she kept everyone's gaze on the rows of knives that gleamed coldly.

Suddenly, Luo Xiaoxi's hand trembled slightly, and she slapped the kitchen table violently, a burst of ingenuity erupted, and all the knives in that row were thrown into the air.

The next moment, her eyes were fixed, she grabbed the meat knife in it, and made a trick of it, dazzling everyone.

"This, is this really the kitchen killer?"

"It seems that this kind of knife technique can only be seen in those top chefs, right?"

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Luo Xiaoxi's saber technique can definitely be practiced overnight.But why had she always acted like a kitchen killer before?
(End of this chapter)