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Gao Liyong also felt that something was wrong, and looked at Shen Wu with a little more displeasure: "Number 10, you can't drag everyone down with you just because you can't do it yourself!"

[My impression of the boss sister instantly dropped to the lowest point. Her behavior was purely that of a troublemaker. It was really disgusting.]

[She could have picked the lightest pot and not been eliminated immediately because she couldn't flip it.]

[I think you should just kick her out. Don't waste everyone's time because of a piece of trash, okay? ]

Shen Wu picked out another iron pot that weighed about two kilograms, and said to Gao Liyong, "Then the other nine people can use this one, and I can use the ten-kilogram one, okay?"

She didn't mean to make things difficult for others, but she was used to using heavy pots. The heavier the iron pot, the better the texture, and the more delicious the food cooked in it. When she was choosing an iron pot just now, she chose the heaviest one out of habit.

"You deliberately picked the lightest ones for us, but used the heaviest ones for yourself. When you are eliminated, will you start to cheat and say that we won unfairly? Will you shamelessly beg for entry into the official competition?"

"Women are always troublesome, pretentious and incompetent. Don't think you are a princess just because you are beautiful. Everyone outside will pamper you and flatter you."

There are constant voices of doubt.

Shen Wu didn't waste time talking to them. He walked to the stove, picked up the ten-jin iron pot, and asked Gao Liyong: "Can I apply to be the first to flip the pot?"

It’s simply overestimating one’s abilities!

Gao Liyong really didn't have any good feelings for this ignorant young girl who was trying to show off her wealth, so he said perfunctorily, "Okay."

"Okay, then I'll fry an egg." As soon as Shen Wu finished speaking, he picked up the ten-pound iron pot with his left hand and easily lifted it to the stove.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, followed by a collective gasp and the sound of whispers.

"Am I dazzled? Did she just lift up the iron pot with one hand?"

"This girl is really good at what she does."

"Calm down, calm down. It's just lifting a pot to the stove. It's not a big deal. Who among us can't do it? It can only be said that her strength is a little greater than that of the average girl. It doesn't prove anything."

The field became quiet again, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at Shen Wu.

[I’m so nervous. Could the boss lady really flip the pot? How can she be so good at it?]

[Don't worry, what's the connection? Just putting an empty pot on the stove makes her look bad? Being able to flip it and cook the food well is a real skill.]

Shen Wu turned on the fire and the pot was boiling. Just when everyone thought she was going to add more oil, she took the eggs and prepared to beat them into the pot with one hand.

"It's so funny. This girl has the audacity to say that she is a chef. She doesn't even know how to cook, and she comes out here to embarrass herself."

"Doesn't she know that this is an iron pan, not a non-stick pan? If she doesn't add some oil to moisten the bottom of the pan, the eggs will definitely stick when she puts them in."

"Is she going to overcook the eggs, burn the bottom of the pan, and make the burnt smell kill us?"

There were bursts of mocking voices, but they soon shut up.

The iron pot gradually turned red under the licking of the raging fire, like lava rolling in the crater of a volcano.

Shen Wu held the egg in his right hand. His white and slender fingers tightened slightly, and the eggshell cracked. The transparent egg white wrapped in golden egg liquid slid into the pot.

A sizzling sound was heard, and in the blink of an eye, the edge of the egg liquid began to solidify, forming a thin, slightly curled egg edge.

Shen Wu didn't even use a spatula to flip the pot. She held the handle of the pot tightly with her left hand, and with a slight shake of her slender wrist, the iron pot was easily lifted up.

The eggs in the pot were flipped up and down, flying in the air like jumping notes. After drawing a perfect arc in the air, they fell into the pot accurately.

Shen Wu kept shaking his wrist and flipping the pan until a beautiful sunny-side-up egg was poured into the plate, and no one had recovered from the shock.

One shock after another, it was already incredible that she could shake a ten-pound iron pot.

When I looked at the fried egg on the plate again, the yolk was exposed, like a golden sun in the center of the egg white, surrounded by a circle of white egg white, the shape was very regular, like a standard circle framed by a mold.

Even more perfect than the one made by the mold!

[My face hurts so much. The boss sister can not only flip the pan, but also beat the eggs with her bare hands. Not only can she beat the eggs with her bare hands, but she can also make such a beautiful oil-free fried egg. ]

[Where is the one who said he would chop off his head and use it as a pot for the boss? Why are you silent? Are you a quiet person by nature? ]

[Is this a pre-arranged script? I don't believe she can flip a 10-pound iron pot so easily. This pot must be made of a special material. It just looks heavy, but it must be very light in reality! ]

In Room No. 1, some people had the same idea as netizens, thinking that there must be something fishy about Shen Wu's pot.

An uncle was not convinced, so he walked up and rudely pushed Shen Wu away: "Is this pot really ten kilograms? I don't believe it at all!"

He reached out to shake the pot, but in his subconscious he thought it was just a plastic pot. He was careless when lifting the pot and did not have enough strength. Not to mention shaking it, he couldn't even lift the pot.

Gao Liyong's ruthless voice rang out in the room: "Number three, eliminated!"

The uncle begged him to give him another chance, but Gao Liyong's attitude was even more stiff and cold than when he faced Shen Wu before:

"As a chef, if you can't even lift a pot, you are unqualified in my opinion. Please leave immediately!"

Number three left the stage with regret.

Number Five was also very unconvinced. He felt that Number Three had underestimated the weight of the iron pot, and had been careless and his movements were not coherent, so he failed to lift the iron pot.

He was the second one to challenge after No. 3 left.

He had clearly gathered up all his strength and was full of confidence, but just as he lifted the pot a little, he heard a bang, and the iron pot slipped from his hand, hit the stove, and then hit his leg.

With a howl of pain, he hugged his knees and cried out in pain.

Gao Liyong quickly asked someone to help him out and gave him first aid using the medicine kit.

Number 3 and Number 5 were defeated one after another, and Gao Liyong finally looked at Shen Wu with a little more respect.

He was also in a difficult situation at the moment. The rule of flipping the pot was obviously meant to make things difficult for Shen Wu, but it ended up knocking out two people in succession.

I had no choice but to say, "Everyone can choose an iron pan that suits you best. As long as you have the right technique and skills, you can enter the official competition."

This time, no one dared to challenge Shen Wu, and they all chose a light iron pot obediently.

[I still think that iron pot is fake. Two men couldn't lift it, but the boss lady lifted it up easily. The meaning of highlighting her is not too obvious! ]

[You are deaf, didn't you hear the loud Duang? I think the iron pot should be smashed on your head, and it should also help you shake out the water in your brain.]

[Whether the pan is fake or not, the boss’s cooking skills are real. The sunny-side-up egg was fried right under everyone’s eyes. It can’t be faked! ]