Midnight marriage: My husband is a ghost

Chapter 155 Scoring
However, if they knew that the person in front of them was the majestic Lord Yan, they wouldn't have such an expression. If they offended Lord Yan, if he accidentally wrote something on the book of life and death after going back, it would be true Oh no.

After all the dishes have been tasted, it is time for everyone to vote.

I am afraid that in comparison, all the dishes are immediately superior or inferior.

I think most people will vote for Qin Xianzhi, so I asked Xiaolan to go downstairs and hand out a blank pen and paper to each of the 32 judges and the 48 contestants.

After eating all the meals, there will be 10 minutes of thinking time. During these 10 minutes, what you need to do is to think about your favorite dishes, and then write them on the paper. If the time is up, the paper will still be If there is nothing, it will be regarded as an abstention from this vote.

If there is no problem with the tip of the tongue, Qin Xianzhi's Buddha jumps over the wall, Huo Di's mixed beef soup, and Zhao Shan's boiled fish will be loved by everyone.

While waiting for the judges to think carefully, it was time for my father and I to make a choice.

Although I already had a difference in my heart before I ate the food, but in order to let my father feel that I was really thinking hard, I also pretended to be thinking hard.

Without even thinking about it, I must have given all the ten votes in my hand to Qin Xianzhi.

The last three that caught my eye were the last three.

One is that after the pot is boiled, the aroma of the fish meat and bean sprouts plus the soup overflows, making people want to eat a piece immediately, but not yet, the soup has not completely soaked in the meat. A piece of fish is tender and fragrant when you eat it in your mouth. It really feels like a boiled fish that makes you feel refreshed to your toes.

The second one is the assorted beef soup made by Huodi. He always diffuses the strong and strong fragrance in the surrounding air, making people seek their faces and describe their fragrance first.

In the last Buddha jumping over the wall by Qin Xianzhi, I felt that in the end there was even an idea in my heart represented by poems and songs.

When will the bright moon be there? Ask the blue sky for the wine;Eating is a kind of happiness, and taste is a kind of taste.

In front of food, you can always think about it, or you can be greedy, observe before eating, think while eating, and appreciate after tasting.

Qin Xianzhi's "Buddha jumping over the wall" made me fall into it and couldn't extricate myself.

In fact, my mind is already wandering outside, and I don't even know what I'm thinking.

The 10 minutes passed quickly, and everyone had already handed over a set of answers, and that person probably voted for Qin Xianzhi already accounted for a large part of it.

I really admire the person who invented the dish of Buddha jumping over the wall. Without him, there would be no such delicious food.

And Xiaolan has taken away all their blank papers from them. So far, the second link is over, and the rest is statistical work. Naturally, I don't trust others to do this work, after all, it is related to my life. Happiness, so I still need to make good statistics.

It is almost one o'clock in the noon now, and it is the time when the sun is fierce.

It was sweltering and windless, the willows were hanging listlessly, motionless, and the cement road was covered with a little silver light, as if everything was about to melt. This is just some places.

In summer, the sun is scorching the earth, the wild grass beside the road is almost burning, and the heat wave in the air makes people breathless.Without a breath of wind, the willow trees on the bank of the river drooped their heads, and the cannas on the roadside were almost withered.

In June, it is already early summer, and the weather is hot with a little coolness.The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is like this. Although it is hot, it is also cool. People don't feel the scorching sun, and there is no dullness like dark clouds.

The willow branches are swaying, the breeze is blowing, and in summer, when everything becomes mature and looks a little old, it sweeps the whole city with a frenzy in an instant.The occasional summer wind sweeps every corner of the city, and it also contains the heat.

People who rush past under the hot sun can't forget to complain, "It's so hot, it's so hot." The memory of summer starts here.
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Not far away, Yefu Park is full of green trees. Because of the hot weather, the flowers and trees droop their heads like a child being criticized, dejected.The surface of the river is like a mirror without any ripples.

The green trees by the river are planted in an orderly manner, perhaps because the weather is too hot, they are listless, and the stone benches under the willow trees are visited by people every once in a while, and there are a lot of cicadas in the park. They kept screaming, like singing a lullaby to people, making them fall asleep and have a good dream.

At noon in midsummer, the scorching sun scorched everything in front of us mercilessly: the concrete floor in the community and the buildings opposite were like bronze mirrors, so piercing that you couldn’t open your eyes; the trees hung their heads, Weakly endured this difficult time, and looked up from time to time, as if to see if there were dark clouds floating in the distant sky.At this moment, the ground seemed to be covered by a huge steamer, which made it suffocatingly hot.

It was already very stuffy even when I was sitting upstairs, not to mention Qin Xianzhi, who was cooking hard downstairs just now. Following my orders, I went to the side hall of Ye Mansion which is not usually used by anyone.

The strong and straight old willow tree hangs its branches listlessly, and its green leaves are curly, like a child who has been criticized, drooping his head in dejection.The wind didn't know where to hide, it was hot everywhere.Cicada on the tree also elongated his voice and shouted desperately, "I can't take it, I can't take it..."

The weather in midsummer, the blazing sun, sweeping away the crystal dew in the morning, ruled the universe until after dusk, what a heavy and dreary time it is!

Not long after, I counted the results of the second round. Qin Xianzhi ranked first with 48 votes, Huo Xiao got 29 votes, and Zhao Shan got [-] votes.

All the votes were given to the three of them, and even those usually arrogant young masters didn't feel embarrassed...

Now that the result has come out, it means that the three of them will enter the third round of the competition. Of course, they don't know the result yet, and only I know it.

(End of this chapter)