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Brenda took the apron and did not tie it. Instead, she looked at Jiang Ping and called out in a sweet voice: "Jiang Ping, come here quickly and help me tie the apron!"

After hearing this, the girls looked at Jiang Ping in different expressions.

When Jiang Ping heard the other party's shouting, he knew that Brenda was just intentional. There were so many people, who could not wear this apron for her? Why did he call me? Is it okay to give me a reason?

He couldn't think about it, so he made the other party hit a nail, embarrassed her on the spot, and slammed her arrogance fiercely. However, he was really worried. If this happens, with the witch's tricky and weird temperament, it will happen on the spot, and it will end up with an uncontrollable scene, and a good cooking competition was also ruined by the other party.

Thinking of this, he still had the intention of calming down the situation, stood up helplessly, walked towards the other party, took the apron in the other party's hand, and tied it to the other party.

"You are sensible!"

After Jiang Ping tied it up, Brenda snorted, glanced around in a demonstration manner, and then ignored the strange gaze next to him. He picked up a pot of vegetables as if no one was around and started to clean it.

Everyone started to do their own things again, and became busy, but the atmosphere in the room became a little weird.

It was not until the cooking works of Takao and Fujiwara Masami came out that all kinds of salivating food fragrances began to float in the room, and the atmosphere gradually became lively again.

"It smells so good!"

"What kind of dish is this? It makes people saliva when they smell it!"

"This dish is called the 'Twenty-Four Bridges Moon Night'. If you can eat all the twenty-four ingredients and say it out, I can only wash my hands with the golden basin that I admire!"

Baoyin said proudly to his proud work that had just been released.

"Is that right? Let me try it first, well, it's so delicious! Come and try it!"

"Give me some, well, it's delicious, it's so delicious!" The young man Jeddah took a big bite and said with a mouth full of oil.

"Sister Baoyin's cooking skills are nothing. I think this is the only way to be the leader of the 'Twenty-Four Bridges Moon Night'!" Wurina said deliberately loudly while tasting it.

"Uh, it's really good. Sister Baoyin, I admire you so much. I can actually make such exquisite and delicious food!"

"Today I'm so happy!"

For a moment, everyone's praise was endless, Baoyin smiled and his eyes were bent into a crescent moon.

On the other side, Fujiwara Masami was not willing to be outdone and opened the lid of the pot next to her. At this time, a thick fragrance suddenly scattered and filled the entire room.

"Don't praise Sister Baoyin, come and try this broth, it's freshly baked!" Fujiwara Masami said in a delicate voice.

"What kind of fragrance is this? It smells so good!"

"Wow. So beautiful, so fragrant!"

"Quick. Give me a bowl, I can't help but drool!"

"What is this soup?"

When the girls heard this, they all surrounded them and chattered and shouted.

"This is called "Bashan Night Rain Soup"! I promise you to drink it and want to drink it!" Fujiwara Masami said, picking up the pot and serving a bowl of the girls who surrounded them.

"It turns out to be called Bashan Yeyu Soup! Then I'll try it!"

"Uh, what's the taste? It's so beautiful and fragrant. Let me try it carefully..."

"Wow, that's amazing, this soup is so delicious!"

"Yes, this soup is so fresh and delicious. It's so delicious that it's so delicious!"

"Oh my God, I'll have another bowl..."

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The women were exclaiming in a slight manner, each of them licking their lips in a sensation, with a look of endless aftertaste and intoxicating.

Jiang Ping also came over with a bowl at this time. Seeing him coming, Fujiwara Masami also scooped a bowl for him with a smile, then watched him pick up the bowl and put it to his mouth to taste, waiting for the other party's reaction and commenting with anticipation.

"Well, it's really delicious, delicious, it's really a good soup, good, it's so delicious!" Just after taking a sip, Jiang Ping couldn't help but give a thumbs up and gave many praises without hesitation.

"Hmph, is it so delicious? I think it's purely biased and deliberately pleased me!" Wurina, who was beside her, couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Jiang Ping glanced at Brenda who was standing there without moving, and Urina and the others glanced at him, and reached out to greet him, "Brenda, Urina, come and try it, this soup is really delicious!"

Brenda and Urina didn't want to taste it, but when Jiang Ping shouted, he was a little hesitant.

Urina grabbed Brenda and whispered: "Ataiji, we won't go!"

Brenda said, "Forget it, if we don't go, we will seem to be less energetic. What's wrong with us just going over and taste it? If the taste doesn't look great, let's be ashamed of her and see what she has to say!"

When Wurina heard this, she was the same, so she nodded and agreed, saying, "Well, then go and taste it!"

Seeing the two of them coming, Jiang Hei said to Masami Fujiwara: "Masami, give them a bowl to try."

When Fujiwara Masami heard this, she pouted, snorted, and threw the pot and spoon in her hand to the side, looking like she was ignoring her.

When Jiang Ping saw this, he had to pick up the pot and scoop two bowls of Bashan Yeyu Soup into the big pot, and bring it to Brenda and Urina.

Brenda took the soup he handed over, glanced at Masami Fujiwara, who was pouting and angry, and said with a smile: "Is this the Bashan Night Rain Soup made by Miss Masami? Then I'll try it carefully and see what it tastes like. I hope it won't disappoint me too much."

As he said that, he picked up the bowl and put it to his mouth, took a small sip, and Wurina next to him also picked up the bowl and put it to his mouth, took a small sip.

According to the two of them, after taking a small sip, they would shake their heads and make them vomit and feel uncomfortable, and be ashamed of each other. However, after drinking this small sip of soup, the two of them could not help but be stunned.

What a delicious and fragrant soup, the taste is wonderful. Once you drink it, the warmth penetrates the chest and abdomen, cleansing the lungs, making people feel that the pores in the body are comfortable, and a faint fragrance lingers around the lips and tongue. The aftertaste is endless, making people want to drink a few more sips.

And they really couldn't help it and started drinking it one after another until they drank the Bashan Yeyu Soup in the bowl in one breath, but they were still unsatisfied. They couldn't help but look at the big pot next to them.

At this time, they could not say any of the sarcastic words they had originally planned. The soup was indeed delicious, and they could not be too shameless and say anything bad about their conscience.

The two looked at each other, and a strange color flashed in their eyes. It seemed that Fujiwara Masami dared to challenge Baoyin and compete for cooking skills. She did have some tricks.

"How is it tastes good? Is it delicious?" Jiang Ping asked.

"It's okay." Brenda said lightly. Although she couldn't say bad things about slander, she couldn't say too much praise, while Urina kept silent.

The young man Jeddah squeezed forward, lit up the bowl he had just finished drinking, and shouted, "Brother Jiang, I want another bowl."

"You have drunk three big bowls! No more!" Jiang Ping shouted.

"I want to drink it!"

The young man Jeddah snorted, ignored the other party, took the pot and scooped it up again, and kept saying, "The soup made by Sister Yamei is delicious!"

Baoyin also walked up to him at this time, brought a bowl of Bashan Night Rain Soup, and started to taste it carefully.

As soon as the soup was in her mouth, she couldn't help but lit up and blurted out: "It's delicious!"

After taking a few more sips, he looked deeply intoxicated and smiled at Masami Fujiwara and said, "Sister Masami, this Bashan Night Rain Soup is so delicious. Baoyin likes it very much. I will ask my sister for some advice on how to make this soup later. Sister, please don't hide it!"

Masami Fujiwara smiled and said, "Sister Baoyin, you have won the award. Sister Baoyin's 24-bridge moonlit night is so amazing. My Bashan Night Rain Soup is just a trick! But if you want to learn it, I will naturally not be stingy. With Sister Baoyin's skills, if you can learn this Bashan Night Rain Soup, the taste will definitely be better!"

Baoyin said happily: "Then thank you sister Yamei, but my sister's words are a bit wrong. If Baoyin can make half of the Bashan Night Rain Soup, he will be satisfied!"

Seeing the two of them chatting intimately, Catherine smiled and said, "You two, don't just brag about each other here. I just agreed that today you are going to bring out four dishes and one soup. Now it's just a work. Don't you keep working hard, everyone is anxious!"

Everyone started to cheer. After tasting the deliciousness of the Twenty-Siqiao Moon Night and Bashan Night Rain Soup, everyone's appetite was greatly aroused and they became a little impatient.

Under the urge of everyone, Fujiwara Masami and Baoyin had to work harder.

"Okay, the freshly baked Mengpo's ecstasy soup, come and try it!"

Not long after, Baoyin's soup was prepared and he shouted to everyone with a smile.

Hearing the shouts, everyone surrounded themselves with bowls of bees, chattering endlessly.

"It smells so good, so good!"

"What kind of soup is this? Mengpo's embroidered soup? This name is so terrible!"

"Sister Baoyin, after drinking your soup, will you be really lost in your soul!"

"Yes, I don't dare to taste it!"

"You don't dare to come, then I'll come first!"

"No, I'll do it first!"

Everyone started to quarrel and made a big fuss.

On the other side, Fujiwara Masami also lifted the lid of the pot, and another rich and salivating fragrance filled the room. She only heard her cry: "The freshly baked 'Eight Immortals Showing Magical Powers', please give me a look and come and taste it!"
Chapter completed!