Chapter Thirteen

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"Food Romance" is now in its third season, and the director has never seen such a scene.

In the barrage, one by one seems to be in a madness, and can't wait to wear it into the screen to cook for Ji Zexi.

Compared with the mess made by Ji Jersey, the other two groups of delicious food were eclipsed.

Seeing that Ji Zexi's braised circle was out of the pot, the camera brother said thoughtfully, "Do you need to ring the bell for you?"

Ji Zexi shook his head, "Wait a minute, I'll set a plate."

[??? May I ask how a pool of paste needs to be placed]

[This has risen to performance art, right]

[I'm going to share this with my hubby and tell him I'm terrible at cooking, check this out]

I saw Ji Zexi put on food-grade gloves calmly, squeezed the prepared braised circles into small balls like a ball, and placed them neatly on the prepared empty plate.

Then pour the remaining sauce in the pot in a zigzag pattern and pour it layer by layer.

[Ah, why is it suddenly like that again]

[Is this the legend of the same destination, looking forward to a wave of judges' comments]

Ji Zexi placed a layer of green plants on the outer circle of the plate as a decoration, and then raised his hand and pressed the completion bell.

The judges watched Ji Zexi's production process. He didn't think this kind of thing would be delicious, and even thought it couldn't be considered food.

The judges came over and put a circle in their mouths symbolically, and frowned after chewing a few bites.

Ji Zexi went to that station calmly, as if he was not worried about the result of the game at all.

On the contrary, the cameraman and the melon eaters in the barrage were so nervous.

"This, this." The judge who was over 500 years old choked up, the camera moved forward, and found that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

[What do you mean, you made the judges cry?]

[In a sense, it can be considered a standard]

The judge took off his reading glasses, wiped away his tears, and said in a trembling voice, "It looks like my mother made it, and it tastes exactly the same."

Ji Zexi quickly waved his hand when he heard the words, "I'm not your mother."

[Nervousness! Why do you take it like this]

[Hahaha the emotions of the judges have already arrived, snap it, it's gone!]

The judge was choked for a moment, but fortunately, he is old and well-informed.

"I said you look like, but I didn't say you are. Your cooking process is a mess, and the presentation is completely unprofessional. But I have to say, the taste is passable. I haven't eaten it for decades after my mother passed away. It's the taste."

The judges patted Ji Zexi on the shoulder, "The finished product won't lie, I can taste it, you have taken care of this dish. The taste of the dish that has poured into emotion is different and full of layers. I can't tell that the young man is young. Yes, it's a story."

Ji Jersey: "..."

Although he boasted that he could do it, only halfway through the process, he realized that he had forgotten a few steps, so he simply broke the jar and remembered what to put.

Can he say such a thing? He can't!

Ji Zexi is fair-skinned and has a delicate appearance. People often comment that he looks like a finely crafted porcelain doll when he doesn't speak.

This kind of appearance is most loved by the elders, especially when he smiles.

Ji Zexi said with such a smile: "Thank you for your love", and forcibly fooled the past.

In the end, Ji Zexi was upset and won the championship. The 50,000 netizens who were still teaching him how to cook an hour ago were slapped in the face.

[The clown is actually myself]

[What's the use of this chef certificate?!]

After the host finished the concluding remarks, the five guests smiled and waved to the camera and walked out of the screen.

At this point, the twelve-hour recording has finally ended.

Ji Zexi hasn't worked for such a long time in a long time, and his shoulders collapsed immediately after leaving the camera.

A hand with well-defined knuckles patted the butterfly bone on Ji Zexi's back.

"Pay attention to the image, there are so many people around, what should I do if there are secret photos." Fan Yichen urged: "Be a little conscious of being an artist, and always show your best side in front of the camera."

Ji Zexi flattened his mouth aggrievedly. Being an artist is so tiring. Really, money is not so easy to earn.

He turned his head to look at Fan Yichen, and the cold moonlight shone on Li Gui with a straight back. Even without the restraint of the camera, Fan Yichen was still as tall and straight as loose, and his temperament was outstanding.

Ji Zexi is fond of it, maybe this is the artist's quality engraved in his bones.

The author has something to say:

After Fan Yingdi found out, he said: Yes, I sculpt every day just to show some blind man!