"Facial paralysis, you actually succeeded, what about your strange power, according to the plot, shouldn't you just pinch it." Unconvinced, she glanced at Chu Miaomiao, Wen Hui carefully looked at Chu Miaomiao's work, wanting to find out the flaws.

"Idiot, that's where the plot is. How could I not be able to control my power. Coldly spit out two words, Chu Miaomiao wrapped out the second dumpling, and looked at Wen Hui with eyes completely like he was looking at an extraterrestrial creature, of course, ignoring the smile in his eyes.

"Whew, it was just an accident just now, this one will definitely succeed." With a dissatisfied pout, Wen Hui began to bury her head and continue to make dumplings. So a small thin dumpling was completed: "Success." Looking at her dumplings, Wen Hui had a happy expression on her face, but she noticed that Chu Miaomiao had already started to wrap the fourth, and swallowed back the words she wanted to shout.

So, in the competition between Wen Hui and Chu Miaomiao, dumplings were wrapped out one by one. With the increase in the number of dumplings, Wen Hui's movements have become more and more proficient, but looking at the dumplings completed by Chu Miaomiao and Wen Hui, you can still see the obvious difference.

On the one hand, the size is uneven, and on the other hand, the size is similar. Well, there are people in the world who are particularly unfit to do something. But thinking about the various kitchens, murderous dishes, and knife-cut stoves in the anime in the previous life, Wen Hui is already the safest.

"Ah, I'm tired, Madoka, can't you eat yet?" The dense dumplings were spread out in the basket prepared in advance, and Wen Hui lay on the table with a loveless look.

It's no wonder she's like this, after the first fun stage, the long hours of making dumplings have become a boring job, this is not a private party cooking, but a dormitory kitchen for thousands of people, and the action of making dumplings for more than an hour is inevitable. The most important thing is that Wen Hui hasn't eaten Zhuang Xiaoyuan's food yet. It's the most anticipated thing.

"Alright, you've done a great job. All the work is pretty much done. Let's try it first. Taking the two plates of white rice handed over by the young woman and placing them beside him, Zhuang Xiaoyuan lifted the curry barrel that had been simmering before. The golden light burst out instantly, and at the same time, there was a rich curry aroma. Everyone seemed to see the warm winter sun in an instant.

The golden light dissipated, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan took the spoon and poured a large spoonful of curry on the two servings of white rice, dark brown curry soup, mixed with red, yellow, white, and black brown vegetables and beef. It makes people have an appetite when they see it.

The freshly baked curry rice was placed in front of Wen Hui and Chu Miaomiao, still exuding heat. The white rice and curry are distinct from left to right, giving a strong presence, and when you take a breath, the mixed spice flavor of the curry is mixed with sweet and sour tomato flavors and rich meaty aromas into the nose. The stomach, which was not hungry before, began to urge itself to eat.

"Come on, try my special Winter Red Sun Curry." After taking two soup spoons and handing them to Wen Hui and Chu Miaomiao respectively, Zhuang Xiaoyuan signaled with a confident smile on his face that the two could start eating.

"Well, I'll eat first." Nodding at Zhuang Xiaoyuan, Chu Miaomiao stretched out the soup spoon in her right hand towards the curry in front of her, at this time, Wen Hui couldn't wait to care whether the curry was hot or not, and began to stuff it into her mouth in a big gulp.

As a spoonful of rice mixed with curry was put into her mouth, Chu Miaomiao lost her mind for a moment. The sweet and sour taste hit the tongue for the first time, and under the stimulation of the sour taste, Chu Miaomiao seemed to be in the coldest Arctic in the cold winter, surrounded by empty icebergs, and only he stood alone in the cold wind, and the biting cold began to erode his body.

Just when the surrounding cold was unbearable, a light bloomed in the sky, and the bright red sun rose from the east, and the fiery sunlight shone on the body, beginning to dispel the surrounding chill. The frozen glaciers around them began to melt under the light of the red sun, revealing the brown earth inside. The surrounding icebergs also reveal their true faces, red firm carrots, bright red oval tomatoes, flat onions, and steaming chunks of steak?

The surroundings are getting hotter and hotter, and the glaciers have long disappeared under the light of the red sun, but the red sun has not ended, but has become more and more intense. Under the light of the red sun, the land began to soften, Chu Miao staggered and wanted to escape from the range of the red sun, but before he could take a few steps, the ground seemed to turn into a swamp, the soft ground began to sink, and Chu Miaomiao's whole person fell in. A rich aroma bursts. This is not the land, it is the curry soup, with a wave, Chu Miaomiao was submerged by the sea of curry.

"Ha~" let out a long breath, and a faint white mist bubbled out of his mouth. After waking up from the aftertaste of the fantasy cuisine and opening his eyes, the curry in front of Chu Miaomiao was only a smooth porcelain plate. Before she knew it, she had eaten all the curry.

"How's that, it's delicious, isn't it the best in the world?" Still reminiscing about the previous taste, Wen Hui's face enlarged in front of him. A proud expression.

"It's delicious, but you didn't make it." Pushing away Wen Hui's closer and closer Lian, Chu Miaomiao nodded and affirmed the cooking.

"Hehe, I didn't make it, but I got it before you, Madoka's food." was pushed away, Wen Hui didn't care, but with a smug face, she began to show off to Chu Miaomiao.

"Whew." Unconvinced, frowning slightly and letting go, Chu Miaomiao picked up the empty plate and handed it to Zhuang Xiaoyuan in front of him: "Another bowl." ”

"Well, meow, wait a minute, there are dumplings you made yourself. It's better not to eat too much now. Taking the empty plate handed over by Chu Miaomiao, Zhuang Xiaoyuan did not add food to her, but stopped her.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how much you have, you can eat it." The voice spoke calmly, but he looked at Wen Hui with a hint of smugness in his eyes.

"Whew. I want it too. Clearly taking a trace of Chu Miaomiao's eyes into her eyes, Wen Hui pursed her lips unconvinced, and also handed over the empty plate. So, the two began to compete with their appetites.

A few minutes later, when Zhuang Xiaoyuan came over with boiled tomatoes and egg dumplings, Wen Hui was already lying on the table again, with an empty plate in front of her. And Chu Miaomiao continued to enjoy the curry rice slowly.

"The three-color and three-flavor dumplings are ready, are you still okay?" Gently put the three plates of steamed dumplings, fried dumplings, and dumplings between the two of them, Zhuang Xiaoyuan looked at Wen Hui, who seemed to have died in battle, and looked at Chu Miaomiao and asked.

"Yes, you can eat as much as you want." Speeding up the movements in her hands, Chu Miaomiao finished eating the fourth plate of curry rice, put the empty plate aside, and looked at the plate of dumplings that Zhuang Xiaoyuan had taken.

"I ...... too Want. Struggling to raise her head, Wen Hui, who had eaten three plates of curry rice, stretched out her right hand towards the fried dumplings.

The tenderness of the dumplings, the emerald of the fried dumplings, and the fragrance of the steamed dumplings. Three different flavors of dumplings. But each type of dumpling contains four tastes of sour, sweet, crispy, and salty filling, and this is a dumpling. (To be continued.) Fupin Chinese