Zhao Ruolei quickly squeezed out of the crowd, walked to Lin Yuan, and helped arrange the remaining dozen white porcelain plates.

"Thank you!" Lin Yuan smiled at Zhao Ruolei, and then he pulled a shovel of fried rice on each plate.

At the same time, the chef next to Lin Yuan also cooked it. With the help of his nephew, he divided a pot of fried rice into 12 portions and poured it on 12 plates.

"Let's try mine first!" The chef and his nephew delivered 12 portions of fried rice to the 12 judges.

So, the judges who were students also picked up the spoon, dug a large spoon of fried rice, and stuffed it into their mouths.

However, before a thin boy even had time to chew, he closed his eyes, shook his head, and looked trembling.

Suddenly, the boy stood up from his chair, stomped his feet and shook his hands, then rushed to the chef, knelt at the chef's feet with a plop, hugged the chef's legs, and began to cry desperately.

This scene shocked everyone onlookers.

"What's wrong……"

"What's the situation?" The onlookers stared at the thin boy in unison.

And at this moment, the thin boy tried his best to swallow the fried rice in his mouth, and then whimpered, "Oh my God! This is the best fried rice I have ever eaten in my life! I can eat the fried rice you made! I am lucky in my life! I have no regrets!"

The thin boy pretended to look respectful, hugged the chef's thighs, and looked up at the chef's face.

The crowd of onlookers was also suddenly in an uproar.

"No..."

"Don't die without regrets...Is it that delicious?"

"It's not a promise!" a man said casually.

But others didn't think much when they heard this.

After all, in the eyes of everyone, those judges were indeed chosen from the crowd casually, and no one thought it would be a entrusting person.

However, the chef shook his legs slightly, smiled at the crowd awkwardly, and then lowered his head to stare at the thin boy.

The look seemed to be saying, "I've acted too much!"

The thin boy suddenly realized that what he did was a bit too exaggerated. After all, he felt that he had to perform better after collecting the money.

However, he realized the truth that things will turn out to the opposite ends at this time.

If he continues to perform, the onlookers will doubt whether he is entrusting.

Thinking of this, the thin boy immediately stood up and patted the dust on his knees.

Then he suddenly changed into a serious expression, "Students, I use my character to guarantee it! This fried rice is definitely the best fried rice I have ever eaten in my life!"

"You haven't eaten Lin Yuan's fried rice yet, why do you dare to say it is the best?" In the crowd, Lin Yuan's roommate Han Yihao suddenly asked.

"Ahem... Although I haven't eaten it yet, I think the fried rice made by this master is already at the peak of fried rice! No one can surpass it! I don't think there is any need to taste Lin Yuan's fried rice again, the ending is destined! The winner must be this master! After all, he has been making fried rice for ten years!"

The thin boy said, while returning to his judges' seat.

"You can't ask!" One of the people in the crowd finally shouted out the doubts in their hearts.

"Ahem...how, how is that possible! I just passed by today and happened to see this cooking competition here!" The thin boy tried hard to hide the unnatural expression on his face.

The chef on the opposite side also felt that if this continued, it would definitely be revealed, so he hurriedly walked out to smooth things over.

"Hey! Actually, I think the fried rice I make is quite ordinary! I just saw Lin Yuan's fried rice, and just from the color, it is indeed better than me! So, if I lose, I will be convinced!" The chef said and smiled, looking at the crowd.

Faced with so many onlookers, he naturally had to act very modestly in order to win the favor of the onlookers.

However, the chef also knew very well that no matter how modest he was, these 12 judges would still vote for him. He just needed to do it so that the onlookers would not doubt himself. After all, the onlookers would not taste the taste of fried rice.

"All judges have tasted it, so let's try my fried rice now!" Lin Yuan and Zhao Ruolei said, while gently placing their fried rice in front of the 12 judges.

So, these students who acted as judges picked up the spoon again and began to taste the fried rice made by Lin Yuan.

Although the fried rice made by the chef on the table looked good, it paled in comparison with Lin Yuan's fried rice.

The plate of fried rice that Lin Yuantou put on, each rice grain was golden in color, and each rice grain was fried just right, which could be said to be impeccable.

And when these judges put Lin Yuan’s fried rice into their mouths.

The golden rice grains rolled on the tips of their tongues, and the charming fragrance hit their brains in an instant.

The fragrant smell spreads on the tip of the tongue, and the feeling of happiness arises naturally.

"Too!!! So delicious!" A chubby boy was completely conquered by the taste, and couldn't help but shout out his thoughts.

However, as soon as the words were finished, all the other 11 judges stared at the boy in unison.

The chef opposite also touched the kitchen knife on the table and stared at the chubby boy.

The chubby boy immediately reacted and realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

He swallowed the fried rice awkwardly, then looked at everyone with a smile, "It's delicious, but compared to this master's, it's still a little worse!"

The chubby boy also changed his words in a hurry, and the remaining eleven judges were all relieved.

The chef's hand slowly moved away from the hilt of the kitchen knife and nodded with satisfaction.

"But why, I think the portion made by Lin Yuan is more delicious!" In the crowd, a girl stared at the fried rice on the table with envy.

"I also think Lin Yuan's frying is better!"

"At least it seems that Lin Yuan's fried rice is even more attractive!"

"It's useless to say it! The final result will still be decided by the judges!"

"I think at least seven or eight people should vote for Lin Yuan!"

"Maybe except that fat man, all the other eleven people voted for Lin Yuan!"

"It must be Lin Yuan's victory!"

"Smelling the fragrance, I also think it's Lin Yuan's smell better!"

Just as the onlookers were talking, the chef also took out a box and placed a blank note in front of the judges.

"Now, let's vote unnamed. If I think I'm making delicious, write my name on the note - Wang Pai. If I think this little brother makes delicious, write his name - Lin Yuan!"

This chef named Wang Pai also put the ballot box in front of these judges after he said that.

And the judges also picked up paper and pen, lowered their heads and started writing their names...

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