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Except for No. 3 and No. 5, the remaining eight people including Shen Wu successfully entered the formal competition.

Inside the selection room.

The three judges turned their heads at the same time, their eyes crossed in the air, and the shock in their eyes gradually turned into an indescribable excitement.

As expected, this little girl who can lift a ten-pound pot is definitely the biggest dark horse today!

Fu Xingyuan didn't have much expectations for today's trip. He had visited not only Yuncheng but also the world's top chefs, but so far no chef had made anything that tasted like normal food.

However, his anorexia symptoms have reached their peak in the past few days, and he can only rely on nutrient solution to maintain his vital signs. His body can't hold on any longer.

I just happened to pass by here and stopped in to have a rest. It would be even better if I could be lucky enough to meet a chef who suits my taste.

Fu Xingyuan looked tired, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, his long legs wrapped in trousers casually crossed, his eyelids drooping, looking calm and unperturbed.

But when Shen Wu lifted the pan and let the eggs fly into the air, he suddenly opened his eyes, the dull expression on his face disappeared, he sat up straight, and stared at the screen intently.

The moment the beautiful fried egg fell into the plate, he actually had a rare appetite. His saliva was secreted unconsciously, and his throat slid up and down for a moment.

Special Assistant Zhou was an excellent observer, and seeing this, without Fu Xingyuan's reminder, he had someone bring over the fried egg that Shen Wu had prepared.

Soon, the plate fell into Fu Xingyuan's hands. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the tender and smooth poached egg. A strange smell lingered at the tip of his nose. It was a rich smell of egg with a hint of burnt aroma.

His movements were delayed for a moment. Ever since he inexplicably developed anorexia six years ago, not only his taste buds but also his sense of smell had stopped working. No matter how rich the food was placed in front of him, it was like breathing in air and he could not taste anything.

But at this moment, he could actually smell the scent of eggs, and it was not an illusion.

The originally dead silent heart suddenly became excited. Fu Xingyuan's emotions were beating fast, but his face remained calm.

He moved gracefully and slowly, bringing the egg to his mouth and taking a light bite.

Special Assistant Zhou and the other three judges held their breath and quietly observed Fu Xingyuan's reaction.

I saw him bite off the egg and chew it slowly for a few bites. His face was calm and there was no big fluctuation.

I don’t know whether he thinks it tastes good or not.

However, after Fu Xingyuan swallowed the first bite of the egg and continued to eat the rest of the poached egg, the four of them reached a consensus in their hearts.

This egg must be to Fu Xingyuan's liking!

Compared to Fu Xingyuan's calmness, Special Assistant Zhou couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Only he knew how Fu Xingyuan had survived these years. Their President Fu had been on the verge of suicide several times due to the torture of anorexia.

Just as outsiders thought, Fu Xingyuan did have a will of steel, which was why he never committed suicide.

Special Assistant Zhou's nose was sore. The outside world only saw how prosperous the Fu Group was, but no one knew what kind of suffering the man at the helm who supported it all had endured.

"Mr. Fu, how do you think it tastes?" Special Assistant Zhou asked with anticipation.

If Mr. Fu said it was delicious, he would immediately offer the lady who made the fried eggs an annual salary of tens of millions to be Fu Xingyuan's personal chef.

But the next second, Fu Xingyuan's answer dashed his hopes: "It doesn't taste good, but it can fill your stomach."

Fu Xingyuan slowly put down the plate.

The three judges also showed disappointment on their faces and exchanged indescribable glances with each other.

The miracle did not happen, and it seemed that this man was destined to suffer from anorexia for the rest of his life.

Special Assistant Zhou collected the empty plates and took them out. He turned around and sighed imperceptibly. Sure enough, it still didn't work...

The room returned to silence, but Fu Xingyuan's chest was beating violently, his eyes flashed with a light he had never seen before, and the surge in his heart surged up bit by bit.

He did not lie to Special Assistant Zhou. He really could not taste anything in the fried egg. It was as bland as a glass of plain water.

But under the torture of having to taste the smell of detergent no matter what he ate, the four words "tasteless" were a great gift to him, a blessing that he could not ask for.

Fu Xingyuan began to look carefully at the young and delicate face on the screen.

What kind of magic is this woman?

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The first round was a knife skills competition, and the ingredients provided to each chef were white tofu that was so tender that it broke apart at the touch.

Their task is to cut the tender tofu into shreds. Whoever cuts the shreds thinner and more evenly will get a higher score in this step.

These chefs all have experience as chefs in five-star hotels. For them, cutting a piece of tender tofu into thin strips is just a very simple matter. It just depends on who can cut the strips thinner.

Everyone started to operate the knife, except Shen Wu who was still standing there in a daze.

Gao Liyong had just started to feel a little bit of anticipation for Shen Wu, but when he saw her staring at the tofu, his impression of her dropped a little.

A chef is useless if he can only flip the wok but is not good at cutting.

"No. 10, why haven't you started yet? This part of the assessment accounts for 30%. No matter how well you perform in the remaining two rounds, without this round, you will still be at the bottom." Gao Liyong reminded Shen Wu sternly regardless of whether Shen Wu's knife skills were good or not.

Shen Wu raised his hand and asked, "Can you please give me a blown-up balloon? I need it to cut tofu."

What role do balloons play?

Gao Liyong was confused, but he still met Shen Wu's need and asked someone to send her a blown-up balloon.

The rubber material of the balloon is stretched to the extreme, and it will explode immediately if stimulated by the slightest external force.

After Shen Wu got the balloon, he put it on the chopping board, then placed the white tofu on the surface of the balloon, waved the kitchen knife, and began to cut the tofu using the surface of the balloon as a chopping board.

[No, what is the boss doing? Is she crazy? She is cutting tofu on a balloon! ]

[Oh my god, this balloon is so inflated that it could explode at any time. How dare she put tofu on it? Isn't she afraid that the balloon will explode and the tofu will fly onto her face?]

[Damn it!!! The boss lady started cutting, she is serious, cutting tofu on a balloon, she dares to show such cool knife skills, are you going to die? ]

Seeing Shen Wu cutting tofu on the balloon, the other chefs lost interest and stopped to watch.

Everyone's breathing rose and fell with the knife in Shen Wu's hand, and their hearts were held high, fearing that the balloon would suddenly burst at any moment.

But it turned out that their worries were unnecessary.

There was a gleam of concentration in Shen Wu's eyes, his movements were smooth and powerful, and every cut was extremely precise without a single bit of waste.

After cutting the tofu, she casually put it into a transparent glass bowl next to her that had been filled with clean water.

Everyone was shocked again, their eyes widened and almost popped out.