"That's right... Since you don't count the previous bet as a condition, I also ask for two bets to be calculated once. You not only want to kiss me, but also want... Let me appreciate your **-it won't cover it up for at least ten minutes."

Body...body?

Nakirina's head stagnated for a while, and after a while, she covered her body and jumped backwards, opening her mouth.

"Change, perverted~~~~~~"

"Abnormal! Go and die!"

Shinto Hisako reacted and immediately rushed towards Wu Jian with her eyes blindfolded and waved her broom.

"Hey, hey. Stop it!"

Ten minutes later, Wu Jian snatched the broom, and the two women squatted in front of him with panting with their right hands.

"You guys are really enough. If you don't gamble, don't you? Why do you do such a big reaction?"

"Because you are a pervert!" Nakiri Erina answered without thinking.

"Okay...that's to say you don't dare to gamble? Haha, you obviously said you wanted to gamble, but you regretted it...I should have known it a long time ago, because you didn't fulfill the last bet."

"Who said I won't bet anymore?"

Erina Nakiri jumped up. Although she knew that this was Wu Jian’s aggressive plan, she was looking for excuses in her heart - you must lose anyway, it doesn’t matter what you bet, just wait to make a fool of yourself!

After finalizing the bet with Erina Nakiri, Wu Jian returned to the venue with a happy mood. His previous departure did not violate the rules, because his cooking had been presented. In theory, what he had to do in the food halberd had been done, and what was left was the judges' affairs, so of course he didn't need to stay there.

When Wu Jian returned to the venue, I happened to bring his Mapo tofu to the judges to taste, and Wu Jian secretly brought some to eat.

“…”

Wu Jian smacked his lips. He had heard that the dishes of Sakuraji were famous for their spicy food. He thought that Japanese spicy food was not enough, so he wanted to taste them and laughed at them. But he didn't expect that Sakuraji's Sakuraji's Mapo tofu can be called spicy (although it's just ordinary spicy). But that's right. Since Sakuraji dares to challenge him, his research on Mapo tofu must at least reach the level of authentic Mapo tofu.

"How about it, I'm Mapo tofu."

After a long time, I walked over with a proud look on my face. When he saw Wu Jian's unhappy look, he thought Wu Jian had given up.

"Not very good." Wu Jian said expressionlessly.

"Hehe, are you still holding on?"

Jiu Zhaoji spread his right hand and pointed at the judges who were eating enthusiastically.

"Look at these judges, I won this time!"

"Hey... I'm sorry, I can't see the difference."

That's right, as the most powerful person among the judges, Sessaemon Nakiri usually takes off his tops twice - no one can see other small differences, such as the tendency to take off his pants when tasting Wu Jian's cuisine. Then there are other judges...the movements are a little different. If they are relatively quiet when tasting Wu Jian's cuisine, then I've been too lively after all.

Jiu I knew very well that this was "spicy", which was so spicy that the judges couldn't stand it, but they looked too lively when facing the deliciousness but couldn't stop it.

After comparing this, the judges who tasted the dishes for a long time had a lot of expressions, and their expressions became much richer. No wonder he thought he had won. In fact, the audience around him also thought so.

ha......

Wu Jian sighed and looked at me, Zhaoji, seriously, "It seems you haven't realized it yet. My cooking is spicy, even above you."

What's the meaning?

If it is even more spicy than your own, why did the judges' previous performance seem "stubborn"?
Chapter completed!