The soup is tomato and egg soup; the dessert is iced watermelon; the stir-fry is simple fried onion.

It can be said that these three are extremely simple. Almost everyone who knows how to cook can do it, and no one brings this thing to the Chef King Competition.

But that's how Lin Tian sat.

An hour later, with the bell ringing, the host shouted: "Okay, the time is up, please put down your actions."

When everyone heard the host's voice, they put down their movements.

At this time, Lin Tian also breathed a sigh of relief and woke up.

It's done!

All three dishes are finished!

Although it was very simple, it took Lin Tian an hour.

At the same time, Lin Tian also felt a little tired after doing it. He knew that this was the result of his excessive use of superpowers.

However, despite being a little tired, Lin Tian was very satisfied with looking at the three dishes in front of him.

Although these three dishes are very bad, they are not even as good as my mother.

But Lin Tian believes that his dishes will give those judges a lifetime of unforgettable feeling.

"Okay, now I'll ask Miss Etiquette to bring the dishes cooked from the three major hotels outside and ask the judges to taste them."

Following the host's words, a ceremonial lady wearing a cheongsam immediately walked over with a tray.

There was a small plate in these ritual ladies, and these plates were all distributed to each judge after they were served with good dishes.

Otherwise, every judge wouldn't have to give a big pot of soup.

The etiquette lady came to Lin Tian and looked at the three dishes in front of Lin Tian and was stunned.

After a moment of silence, one of the etiquette ladies looked at Lin Tian hesitantly: "Is this the dish you compete for?"

"Yes!" Lin Tian nodded naturally.

They looked at Lin Tian strangely, but they picked up a small spoon and divided the dishes in front of Lin Tian into eighteen portions and filled them with small plates.

There were 18 judges this time.

At this time, the bald man who Lin Tian had met also came over. Seeing the dishes on Lin Tian’s table, he immediately laughed: “Boy, is this the dish you cook? You are not here to make fun of it, are you?"

At this time, others also saw what Lin Tian made and then whispered.

Lin Tian glanced at the bald head lightly and ignored it.

Seeing Lin Tian ignore him, the bald head continued, "I said, boy, can you cook? Don't treat salt as sugar?"

Lin Tian glanced at him lightly, touched his lips and shouted, "Close your beak."

After saying that, Lin Tian was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!