There are still a few water droplets left on the clean iron pot.

However, as the iron pot was heated by the flames, the water droplets gradually steamed.

"It's started!" A student in the crowd screamed excitedly.

"They just fry this pot of rice? Are there enough 12 judges to eat?" a chubby student asked in confusion.

"You are feeding pigs! This is a cooking competition! Just try the judges, it's not for you to eat enough!" A tall, thin boy wearing glasses next to him looked at the fat man with disgust.

"I can't eat enough, why do those people be judges so actively?" The chubby student couldn't understand this problem.

"That's right... it's obviously not good... Why do these people so enthusiastically want to be judges?" The boy wearing glasses also noticed the strangeness.

However, no one knew about the kitchen that night, except for these 12 people, the chef and his nephew.

The 12 judges, after receiving the money, naturally would not say it. Besides, even if they wanted to say it, they recalled that night, the chef's sharp kitchen knife and the chef's fierce expression, and they would not say it casually.

But more people watching did not care about these details at all.

The people watching the fun in the whole food street were just watching the fun, and few people noticed the tricks among the 12 judges.

However, An Duo was in the crowd, looking at the judges and observing the expressions of the judges.

An Duo was killing Ying and learned a lot of criminal psychology. She stared at the judges with great interest and observed carefully.

However, more people were staring at Lin Yuan and the chef.

At this moment, the oil in the pot had been heated, and Lin Yuan and the chef poured a large bowl of rice into the iron pot.

Immediately, the two of them started stir-frying the rice in the pan with a large shovel.

"Lin Yuan looks quite like a chef!" A student said in surprise, "Look at his stir-frying posture! How smooth!"

"It's just flowing! Before I looked at it, I didn't expect Lin Yuan's fried rice, but now I see his fried rice! I think the fried rice must be very delicious!" Another student also exclaimed.

"That's right! He looks so handsome when he holds the iron pot fried rice!" A girl in the crowd stared at Lin Yuan like a eccentric, "A man who knows how to cook is really the most handsome!"

While the girl said, she beat the boy next to her hard, "Look at you! You can cook instant noodles! People are hungry at night, so they can eat instant noodles! You should also learn to cook!"

"Isn't it just egg fried rice? I think it's not as delicious as instant noodles! Look at instant noodles, braised beef flavor! There's also chicken stewed mushroom flavor! There's also old sauerkraut flavor! And..." The boy next to him proudly listed the instant noodles he liked.

However, the girl next to him stared at him with her eyes tightly, and the boy didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

"Okay, okay! I will learn to cook when I go back! When I learn it, it will definitely be better than what they cook!" The boy patted his chest and promised.

"Look at Lin Yuan! The gesture of making eggs is so charming!" Another girl stared at Lin Yuan admiringly, "This is the real chef! An ordinary chef cannot be so beautiful!"

Zhao Ruolei in the crowd stared at Lin Yuan in surprise. She thought Lin Yuan said that she could make fried rice with eggs, but she just knew how to make them.

But at this moment, seeing Lin Yuan’s fried rice looks, his focused eyes and smooth movements were completely like an art.

Lin Yuan's movement of stir-frying rice grains in an iron pot was so rhythmic and rhythmic that watching Lin Yuan's fried rice made many students fascinated.

"How could there be such a handsome boy who cooks?" Another girl hugged her chest with her fingers crossed and stared at Lin Yuan with her eyes fixed on her.

"That's it! At first glance, I feel like an ordinary boy! But the moment I picked up the iron pot, it was completely different!" The girl's best friend next to me was also fascinated by her.

"I think no matter how he fried rice is, I will give him full marks just for the charming movements of the fried rice!" The girl couldn't help but start screaming.

"If Lin Yuan opened a restaurant, I would definitely go to his restaurant for dinner every day!" A small girl in a dress couldn't help but close her eyes and fantasize about the scene in her mind.

"I regret not raising my hand as a judge. Now I really want to taste the fried rice made by Lin Yuan!" A girl sighed regretfully.

"That's it! I feel so regretful!!"

"Lin Yuan!! You are so charming!!" At this time, a girl riding on her boyfriend's head next to her, waving her hands desperately and shouting at Lin Yuan.

"You look so handsome when you make fried rice!" Another girl screamed.

"Lin Yuan! What you make must be the best!!"

Soon, many girls began to express their feelings to Lin Yuan in unison.

Lin Yuan also quickly received waves of charm values:

——Ding! Received admiration from Feng Xiaocui, charm value 5

——Ding! Received admiration from Jingxuan, charm value 6

——Ding! Received admiration from Yu Hanxue, charm value 8

——Ding! Received admiration from Zhao Ruolei, charm value 7

...

In just half a minute, Lin Yuan received more than one thousand charm values.

But Lin Yuan was very focused on fried rice and didn't care about these things at all.

But Lin Yuan didn't expect that even his rice was fried well, he could get so much charm value. If these onlookers were allowed to taste his fried rice, they would probably get tens of thousands of charm value again this day.

However, there are too many people watching on the food street. Lin Yuan doesn’t have that much physical strength to satisfy the appetite of so many people.

At this time, Lin Yuan's only concern was to make the best fried rice in front of him.

The fat chef next to him didn't care as the crowd kept cheering at Lin Yuan.

No matter how loud Lin Yuan’s call is, the chef knows that as long as the 12 judges are present, even if he stir-frys the rice, he can still win in this competition.

However, after all, there were hundreds of people watching the scene, and the fried rice could not be made too perfunctorily.

Although those onlookers couldn't taste the taste, they could see the color of the fried rice.

So this chef can't be too perfunctory.

In this way, the fragrant rice grains were constantly stir-fried in two iron pots.

The aroma of fried rice also drifted out.

"It smells so good!"

"It's almost ready to be out of the pot!"

"I really want to try it!"

Just as many students were staring at Lin Yuan’s fried rice, Lin Yuan suddenly held the iron pot tightly and gently pulled out a shovel of egg fried rice to the white porcelain plate next to it.
Chapter completed!