The pet king of the city

How many scores can you get for a flawless, almost perfect fish belly Tibetan sheep?

"If you still score, you can get at least 93 points, 94 points."

Chen Lie thought for a while and gave a more accurate answer.

The remaining score is basically the gap between experience and materials.

Leng Wushuang's body had a meal.

Although stepped out with ease.

Compared with the slightly bleak footsteps before, it seemed much more relaxed and free, as if some shackles had been dropped.

At this time, the network was noisy.

"Pet brother is mighty, one dish serves 9 enemies. It is estimated that neither North nor South Kitchen King can do this kind of power."

"My pet brother's grace on the stage made me almost kneel."

"You just came close. Mom and Dad are asking me why I watch TV on my knees."

...

And far away in Chengdu.

Tian Lao lamented: "Why don't I go to Pengcheng, so I can eat egg-fried rice that is worrying about my stomach. No, the egg-fried rice that Xiao Lie made last time will not shine. This time I will. That doesn't mean this time. More delicious?"

"Stop talking, the more you say, the more I want to go to Pengcheng."

"Old man Tian, ​​if you go on, everyone doesn't need to eat anymore."

"You guys are so true. You didn't have to tie Xiao Lie directly here. Now you don't have to be so envious."

Others stopped Mr. Tian from talking.

"You old men, who are thousands of years old in total, are still so disrespectful."

Grandma Wang said badly: "Especially you, Lao Tian, ​​next time you go to Pengcheng, let Xiao Lie cook it for you. I remember that no one has taken the national panda inspection mission this year. You can take one. of."

"Yes, good idea."

"It's called testing, but it's actually for food."

"And Bao."

A bunch of old men started talking nonsense.

And in the Huicheng Orphanage.

"Long live!"

"We know that Brother Lie will win!"

"Brother Lie is so amazing, the egg fried rice copied out actually shines, and I will be a chef when I grow up!"

"Hmph, I will marry a brother Lie when I grow up, so I can have delicious food all day, and I can play with A Bao all day."

The children cheered as they saw Chen Lie's success.

Finally, the one who said to marry Chen Lie was a little girl who had beautiful blue eyes and was about the same age as Xiaolan.

Her name is Xiaoen.

It is said that she was thrown at the door on a rainy night when she was only 3 months old.

At that time, the condition of the orphanage was very bad and it was difficult to raise this kind of child who needed a lot of milk powder. Therefore, Wen Lan and the old dean once asked the police for help, but there was no news because of the police's perfunctory actions.

Fortunately.

Xiao Enjian has grown up healthily and has achieved good academic performance.

Wen Lan touched Xiaoen's particularly soft hair and asked, "Xiaoen, you study hard and you will be able to marry Brother Lie in the future."

Xiaoen asked innocently: "Why do you still have to study hard when you marry Brother Lie? Isn't it enough to look good?"

"Who told you that?"

Wen Lan enlightened: "Brother Lie is so good, so he must be good as his wife. Look, there are so many beautiful girls in society, but they can't find a good boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"There are so many beautiful girls on TV crying all day."

Xiaoen quickly took over his own understanding, then clenched a fist and said: "Xiaoen will study hard and be a beautiful girl who studies well."

"Hmm."

"That's my little um."

Lan Wen combed Xiao En's hair cheerfully.

She is familiar with every child here, whether it is character or hobby.

Xiaoen is not as well-behaved and sensible as Xiaolan, but she sees a lot of things and touches a lot. If she is in an ordinary family, she must be a beautiful and precocious girl.

Therefore, the preaching method Wen Lan adopted to her was naturally quite special. Instead of using traditional methods, she followed her thinking to enlighten her and allowed her to fabricate more reasonable and correct goals.

All this was led by Chen Lie.

And as a party.

He can't get out at all now.

no way.

It is estimated that at least two hours, and up to three hours of programs can be played, and he has only one hour left.

This is how to play Pengcheng Radio?

No way to play.

Then he can only pay you down.

The compensation method is also very simple, that is, fried rice with eggs for everyone.

Don't look at this, it's simple.

In fact, there are so many people on the radio station and there are so many viewers on the scene. Even if they only need a small plate, that is a terrifying quality.

Chen Lie fired for three hours before and after, almost exhausting him.

...

...

"not see!"

"See no one."

Chen Lie, who was exhausted yesterday, was asleep, and he rudely refused to open when he heard a harsh knock on the door.

"Nor see the old man?"

It's the voice of Old Li.

Chen Lie got up immediately.

Not only Mr. Li, but also Mr. Zhu with the ghost eye.

This is a very high-level guest.

Chen Lie quickly got up.

In fact, he woke up and panted a long time ago.

Even if he is tired and exhausted, the fierce Jiaohu will call Chen Lie regularly and let Chen Lie practice boxing with him.

This is a must-have program every morning.

Never stop.

But today is an exception. Chen Lie was forced to return to sleep after being forced to hit a punch.

"Two, early."

Chen Lie came to the paradise after getting acquainted.

"It is late."

"The morning tea time is almost over."

Lao Li said without temper, "We came late on purpose, but I didn't expect you to still be up."

The wicked ghost eyes saw the wound on Chen Lie's small arm and the faint bruise on his face. He couldn't help but curiously asked, "Xiao Lie, how did your face and hands hurt?"

"This is not an ordinary injury, it is caused by a sharp weapon, who did it?"

Lao Li suddenly became vigilant.

You have to know that next is the final of the God of Cooking Hegemony.

Chefs all over the world are watching this battle, so the influence of this battle is also global.

If he was maliciously injured before the final, the problem would be much more serious.

Because it's not just a matter of mere interests, but a matter of the image of the entire Eastern cuisine world.