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The tofu is put into the water, and the skillfully curled and folded slices stretch out like a white hydrangea, slowly blooming in the transparent glass bowl, delicate and layered.

Gao Liyong raised his eyebrows, and was so surprised that he lost control of his expression. He said excitedly: "Number 10 got full marks in the knife skills test!"

Shen Wu cut a tofu hydrangea on the balloon, which completely dispelled the other people's doubts about her cooking skills. They all regarded her as the strongest opponent in the field and prepared to face the next two competitions with full concentration.

[I am so uneducated, I can only say "wow" to describe the boss sister. She is so awesome that I can't find any words to describe her. ]

[The boss sister’s knife skills are so amazing, even if she is asked to carve patterns on shit, she can do it, right? ]

[The boss sister is indeed a real talent, can those skeptical trolls shut up now? ]

In the following cooking skills competition, Shen Wu still won with the highest score.

After being completely defeated in several rounds, the other chefs were so devastated that they began to doubt their lives.

When it came to the final round of the dish creativity competition, everyone felt like giving up and just giving up.

After receiving instructions from the leadership, Gao Liyong announced the latest admission rules: "Please don't be discouraged. Failure in the first two rounds of competition is nothing. The final round of competition is the key to whether you can stay.

We have three food judges and one special judge. As long as the dishes you make are recognized by any of them, you can officially join the team.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone began to cheer up again.

Shen Wu felt something was wrong not long after he came in. It shouldn't be so troublesome to just ask for the right to use the dining truck.

After listening to Gao Liyong's words, she became more certain that this was a misunderstanding and that they were seriously recruiting chefs.

But since she is here, she might as well participate in the competition and show her true level, which will also increase her bargaining chips in the subsequent negotiations.

The theme of the dish creativity competition is to make a dish that anorexic patients will really like

This stumped everyone, even Shen Wu felt it was a headache.

There are three main reasons for anorexia.

First, the food is so bad that it is difficult to swallow.

The second is physiological reasons, such as loss of taste, gastrointestinal discomfort, and natural resistance to eating.

The third is psychological reasons, mental loss of appetite, which is often accompanied by serious mental illness.

If it is the first case, it is easy to solve, but if it is the latter two, it is not something she, a chef, can handle, and she must seek medical intervention.

Before you start, you have to determine the cause.

Shen Wu had a hunch that one of the four judges must be anorexic. She looked at Gao Liyong and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, can we talk to the judges and see what kind of dishes they really want?"

The other seven people stared at Shen Wu as if she were a fool. Taste is different for everyone, and everyone has different standards for what is delicious. Could she really take into account the tastes of four people at the same time?

However, Shen Wu's words did give them some ideas. It didn't matter if they asked. Anyway, as long as one of the judges agreed, they could stay.

Then they just need to find out the taste of one of the judges and cook according to that judge's taste, and they'll be in for sure, right?

"I agree with No. 10's idea. After all, this isn't for ordinary diners, so it's better to ask clearly."

"I agree. This round is too difficult. Without knowing the judges' true thoughts, it's hard to find a breakthrough point."

The remaining seven people all agreed with Shen Wu.

Gao Liyong couldn't make a decision, so after asking his leader, he received a reply that he agreed with Shen Wu's proposal.

Interviewees enter the selection room in order of their numbers, and each person has two minutes for questioning.

After the first seven people entered, they were all shocked by Fu Xingyuan's aura on the sofa. No one dared to approach him and talk to him. Without exception, they all chose to ask the three judges sitting at the long table.

It was Shen Wu's turn. She pushed the door open, glanced around the room, and her eyes immediately locked on the man sitting on the leather sofa.

He is tall, with broad shoulders and back. Even if he sits there without saying a word, his presence cannot be ignored. His muscular lines are faintly visible under his suit.

At first glance, he gives people a feeling of being healthy and strong, but from his slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips, Shen Wu actually tasted a hint of weakness.

He was different from the other men in the room with flushed faces. He exuded an imperceptible sense of death all over his body.

Thinking that the patient's privacy might be involved in a moment, Shen Wu temporarily cut off the live broadcast as soon as he entered the door.

Time was limited, so Shen Wu walked straight to the sofa, nodded slightly to greet him, and said:

"Hello, sir. In order to ensure that the taste of the dishes I prepare next will meet your expectations, I need to ask you a few questions. If you feel offended, you can refuse to answer them."

Fu Xingyuan looked at the young woman in front of him with interest. She had decided on her target of questioning almost the moment she entered the room.

She has a small face as big as a palm, and her skin is so delicate that not a single pore can be seen. She is even more beautiful in person than on the big screen.

His eyes were unconsciously attracted to the white wrist. He was very curious: how could this wrist, which was so slender that it seemed like it would break with a slight twist, lift such a heavy iron pot?

The man's gaze did not contain any uncomfortable meaning. There was only curiosity and exploration in his eyes. A strange tacit understanding flowed between the two of them, as if he was silently asking Shen Wu how he was sure that the anorexic patient was his.

Shen Wu couldn't tell him directly that he felt the death energy in him, so he skipped the small talk and asked directly, "Excuse me, do you have a desire to eat delicious food?"

"Yes." Fu Xingyuan said calmly, "and very strongly."

It’s a pity that he hasn’t come across any food that he finds delicious.

Shen Wu frowned slightly and silently crossed out the first reason for anorexia.

He continued, "Have you had a physical examination this year? Did the results show any abnormalities?"

"I have done it, and all indicators are normal. The report shows that I am a very healthy and normal man."

Meeting the man's deep gaze, Shen Wu suddenly paused. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the man in front of her obviously emphasized the intensity of his pronunciation when he said the words "normal man".

Shen Wu also crossed out the second reason for anorexia in his mind.

That only leaves the third option, anorexia nervosa, which is beyond her ability.

Shen Wu sighed slightly, turned around and looked at the three judges in front of the long table: "I'm sorry, I give up the third round."

As she spoke, she took off her chef's hat, and her originally tied bun was accidentally moved, and her long, soft black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall.

The chef's uniform was then taken off, revealing a pair of slender long legs under the jeans, which were well-proportioned and straight. The trouser legs were slightly rolled up, revealing a section of white ankles. The waist design of the jeans was simple, and together with the high-waisted white T-shirt, it outlined her perfect waistline.

Special Assistant Zhou faced the shock of beauty and his eyes were fixed on her. She had a thin waist, long legs, fair skin and beautiful appearance. She was simply the goddess of his dreams!

He couldn't help but gasp, but accidentally received a cold and gloomy warning gaze.