Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

The live camera didn't turn off and they kissed.

The host also looked at Fu Wenzhou and Jian Cong in disbelief, and then he looked down at his hand card, No. 1 displayed on it was No. [-].

So Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou are actually No. [-] contestants? !

The audience erupted with the warmest applause so far. Jian Cong smiled and waved to everyone. Fu Wenzhou nodded slightly. Suddenly, the entire small square was filled with deafening screams and cheers.

Li Yuanyang didn't expect that Fu Wenzhou and the others would win the first place, so he jumped up and down excitedly, and then he took Zhong Jianyun's hand and gave him a high five.

Zhong Jianyun: ".."

Seeing this scene, Jian Cong was immediately overjoyed, and Li Yuanyang waved to Jian Cong across the No.2 chefs from H country.

The two greeted each other through No.2, which made the faces of the three chefs look bad.

They thought they could teach Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou a lesson in their professional field, but they didn't expect to be behind Jian Cong and the others by one vote.

They really want to question the fairness of the competition, but such a global competition has been held for so many sessions, there is no possibility of cheating at all, and they really lost.

It's just that they are not convinced at all, not to mention their idol Cui Jingwu is here today, even if he is not there, the three of them can't bear to lose to two "outsiders".

The faces of the three were obviously ugly, and one of them couldn't help but glance at Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou, and then couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This scene happened to be captured on the big screen, which immediately caused great controversy.

Cui Jingwu's fans stood in the crowd, and when they saw this scene, they screamed and cheered excitedly, and kept raising "international friendly gestures" to Jian Cong and the others.

Fu Wenzhou looked indifferently at the group of ferocious-faced fans who were holding up lampboards, and then took half a step forward without any trace, blocking Jian Cong behind his figure.

Jian Cong didn't notice this at first, but when Fu Wenzhou moved, he subconsciously looked at him, and then realized that he seemed to be blocking something for him.

"Huh?" Jian Cong was confused for a moment, and then looked out from Fu Wenzhou's side.

Seeing that both Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou were looking over, the group of fans became even more excited. They not only raised their middle fingers, but some even began to curse people in their plastic English.

The audience who were close to them all frowned in disgust and subconsciously stayed away from them.

Jian Cong and his fans were also all annoyed, but they couldn't do it so badly, so they could only use louder cheers and more exaggerated movements to wave the banners and lights in their hands, hoping that Jian Cong and the others would not go Watch out for those people.

Fans who were watching the show online were also outraged.

【Are these people sick?Dare to swear like that, doesn't it mean that the young master and Brother Fu dare not fight against them in front of the camera? 】

[Ahh, I don't want them to suffer a dark loss!Cui Jingwu's fans are all crazy!I'm furious! 】

[Damn, those three chefs are still laughing, Nima has cured me of low blood pressure for many years! 】

Everyone was so angry, Fu Wenzhou also frowned and pulled Jian Cong behind him, but Jian Cong smiled.

He looked towards the group of people, then raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Although he didn't say anything, these people inexplicably felt that they were being provoked and ridiculed, so they became even more angry. If the security guards didn't stop them, someone might have rushed over.

The director's voice came from the host's ear, telling him to continue with the process quickly and not to cause trouble.

"Be quiet, everyone." The host patted the microphone, but his voice was drowned out by the audience's screams.

So the sound engineer played a piece of rock music that shook the ground, and everyone fell silent.

"I feel the enthusiasm of everyone, thank you very much."

The host smiled and said, "Then let's invite the ten winning teams to share their victory speeches and their goals for the afternoon game."

The victory speeches started from No.10 and went forward. What everyone said was pretty much the same. They all talked about the cooperation and tacit understanding between teammates, and then they talked about trying to win the game in the afternoon and so on.

When it came to Li Yuanyang and Zhong Jianyun, there was a little difference.

Li Yuanyang is the youngest master of traditional Chinese painting in the world, and his reputation is also well-known overseas. In addition, he has now accumulated a group of fans who like him through this program, so before he even opened his mouth, the audience's voice directly surpassed the microphone. Voice.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then hurriedly gave a "shh", and said, "I've already figured out what to say, you cheered so suddenly, I almost forgot my words."

Everyone laughed, Cui Jingwu's group of fans can be regarded as "hate the house and the crow".

Because of Jian Cong, they didn't have a good impression of Li Yuanyang, so they didn't react at all at the moment, and some even rolled their eyes.

Li Yuanyang glanced at them, and then said: "My partner and I cooperate very well, but my steak and his fish-flavored shredded pork are not our specialties, so in the free play in the afternoon, we will definitely have more With a good performance, maybe we can advance one place.”

"Really?" He looked at Zhong Jianyun and winked secretly.

This group of people targeted them so much, they can't just suffer from it, and of course they have to go back.

Zhong Jianyun glanced at him, then leaned over slightly, and said softly through the microphone in his hand: "At least we can't let the current No.2 beat us again."

Everyone: "!"

Li Yuanyang also looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that Zhong Jianyun, a kid who was usually silent, had a sense of teamwork at critical moments. The main thing was that he dared to speak out, not afraid of offending others.

But think about it, Zhong Jianyun is not a star or an actor after Zhong Jianyun, so there is no need to be cautious in his words and deeds.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou also looked at each other in surprise, but Qu Banyan in the background applauded directly.

"well said!"

"Xiao Kai is doing great!"

This statement was approved by a large group of people, but it directly angered the group of Cui fans.

In their view, the No.2 chefs are in the same camp as them, and now Zhong Jianyun is openly challenging them, that is challenging all their Cui fans.

The three chefs didn't react at first, but when they heard the real-time translation in their ears, all of them looked extremely ugly.

The microphone was also passed into their hands, but the audience was strangely quiet.

It was the group of Cui fans who suddenly started cheering, but they were not many after all. Compared with Jian Cong's large number of fans and other ordinary audiences, they were always a minority.

So their cheers in this square seemed a little lonely and shabby.

The chef from Country H took the microphone, and then the three of them bowed to the fans, looking rather tragic.

"We admit that Chinese cuisine is not our strong point, and it's okay to lose to the Huaguo people. But in the afternoon game, we will go all out to maintain our glory! No.1 must be us!"

He made his blood boil with enthusiasm, and successfully abused the group of Cui fans. Everyone became excited and screamed louder than before.

The other two deputies also expressed their own speeches and ambitions.

Among them, the deputy who rolled his eyes at the beginning also bluntly said that he is a fan of Cui Jingwu. He feels that his idol has been treated unfairly, but he will always support him to the end.

These words moved Cui fans again. Passers-by who didn't know the truth saw this scene and really thought that they were the one who was oppressed and wronged.

Other insiders directly threw out a bunch of links to videos and comics. These are the reconstructions of the incident by domestic and foreign masters, which is enough for everyone to understand what happened.

After knowing what happened, everyone was a little speechless towards Cui Jingwu and his fans.

Finally, it was Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou's turn to take the microphone, and Jian Cong signaled Fu Wenzhou to speak first.

Fu Wenzhou glanced at the audience, and then said in his usual calm tone, "This is the first round of testing the waters, and now I have a little understanding of everyone's strength."

To test the waters and take the first place, it seems like a big talk when others say it, but when someone like Fu Wenzhou says it, it is inexplicably convincing.

Jian Cong took the microphone and said with a smile: "After eating his dishes for so long, I only know that they are delicious, but I didn't expect him to have the ability to take the first place. But now I know, Fu Wenzhou's sideline business is developing well."

Fu Wenzhou, who had a cold face just now, suddenly laughed, and the whole ice melted.

"But I still have a digression to say." Jian Cong looked at the group of Cui fans, then raised his lips and smiled, and said, "You don't really think that I dare not hate you, do you?"

The audience was quiet, and the smile in Jian Cong's eyes was even wider, and then he paused every word: "This young master has never been afraid of anyone since he was born."

What he said was extremely arrogant, coupled with his tone and demeanor, he was just like a playboy, the kind with special capital.

Fu Wenzhou turned his head and saw Jian Cong slightly raised his chin with a haughty look, he suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster.

He wasn't the only one whose heartbeat accelerated. The live broadcast room of the program group, and even the official live broadcast room of the competition, were all filled with "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

【Ah, ah, master, master, master!I love you to death! 】

[This is the real young master, right? I can really watch this scene countless times! 】

[Brother Fu must be crazy, his eyes glowed when he looked at the young master. 】

[When he looked at him, he always had light in his eyes, but now his "light" is too bright hahaha. 】

Jian Cong's bright and flamboyant beauty face, once he made such an expression, it was like the effect of stacking buffs, and he was directly airborne and hot searched.

Even among those Cui fans who had been clamoring, some were taken aback by this scene, but they quickly realized that Jian Cong was too scary and irritating again.

The faces of the three chefs were so dark that they could hardly be seen. They could only grit their teeth secretly, thinking that they must defeat these two groups in the afternoon session, win No.1, vent their anger for Cui Jingwu, and win glory for the country.

In the midst of the excitement, several groups of people left the field separately and began to prepare for the afternoon game.

In order to maintain the texture and taste, many chefs skipped lunch, but Fu Wenzhou didn't pay much attention to it. The two of them sat in the small living room outside the kitchen and ate the small yellow croaker he fried just now.

These are the snacks that Fu Wenzhou gave Jian Cong. He was afraid that he would be hungry for three or four hours in the afternoon.

Jian Cong fed Fu Wenzhou a small fish, and said casually, "It turns out that the food you cook is so delicious that you can win prizes."

"Can't you usually taste good and bad?" Fu Wenzhou laughed.

"Usually I think it's delicious, and it's very appetizing to me. But when did you practice your skills so well?"

He remembered that Fu Wenzhou's cooking was delicious four years ago, but it wasn't as delicious as it is now.

Fu Wenzhou: "When I was young, I helped out in a neighbor's restaurant, and then I saw that you liked my cooking, so I specially studied with a teacher for a while."

"Four years ago?"

"Ah."

Jian Cong thought for a while, Fu Wenzhou was only a student at that time, and his salary was not much, so he probably didn't have much money left.

But Fu Wenzhou, who can't even guarantee "food and clothing", actually went to learn to cook from a teacher just because of his "love to eat"?

Fu Wenzhou continued: "After we broke up, I would miss you whenever I was free, and then I learned how to cook again, thinking..."

He didn't say anything later, as if he was a little embarrassed.

"Catch my stomach first when you want to chase me again?" Jian Cong asked with a smile.

Fu Wenzhou smiled: "I practiced my cooking skills for four years for this, and I delivered breakfast directly to your house later on, and it was also for this."

This was actually Qin Zishi's idea for him, but Fu Wenzhou didn't say it. He doesn't want to mention others now. Of course, the main thing is that he doesn't want Jian Cong to think that he is too stupid, and he has to be taught even to chase his wife.

Jian Cong took a bite of the small yellow croaker and said, "Then you did it."

He did grab his stomach, but also his man.

Fu Wenzhou looked at him sideways, then suddenly leaned over and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips.

Jian Cong: "... Fu Wenzhou, you are poisonous."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed, and leaned over to kiss him again.

"Ah, no." Jian Cong struggled: "I don't want my kisses to smell like yellow croakers!"

Fu Wenzhou laughed out loud, and finally pushed him down on the sofa and kissed him for a long time before letting go.

Jian Cong stared at him unhappily, and there was a little water in his eyes.

Fu Wenzhou tidied his clothes obediently, and Jian Cong made a fuss, not letting him touch him, and both of them laughed again.

Just then, there was a knock on their door.

Jian Cong sat down immediately, and Fu Wenzhou tidied his hair, and said, "Please come in."

The photographer of the program group came in with a camera, and then greeted with a smile: "Brother Fu Cong, I'm a bit late."

"fine."

Both of them felt nothing, and were even a little thankful that he came late, otherwise they would not have had that "secret and peculiar kiss" just now.

The photographer wiped his sweat, then re-set up the camera, and then turned on the camera.

After turning it on, he walked over again and took a less obvious action camera from the wall.

Jian Cong: "?"

Fu Wenzhou: "..Why is there a camera here?"

"Ah?" The photographer raised the action camera in his hand, and then explained: "This, this is the live camera that Director Zhang asked us to install just now, because some of us photographers went to a small meeting and ate lunch."

Live footage?

Both Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou were a little confused.

Seeing their reaction, the photographer was startled, and said in a trembling voice, "Didn't you two see this?"

He even put it in a more conspicuous place on purpose!

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou shook their heads at the same time, they just came in to rest and chat, and didn't care about it at all.

The photographer's hands were shaking, and he asked tentatively, "You two...didn't do anything you couldn't do?"

It was estimated that it was only 10 minutes since they returned to the lounge, and they didn't lock the door, so they probably didn't do anything excessive... right?

Jian Cong's face turned red suddenly, and the photographer suddenly felt that it was over, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone to watch.

[Hahaha, the young master is blushing again, just now you are flirting with Brother Fu! 】

[Laughing to death hahaha, I thought they were already close enough in front of the camera, but I didn't expect it to be even sweeter in private! 】

[The screen is recorded, the screen is recorded, I set a screen saver for this yellow fish-flavored kiss, and play it a thousand times over and over again hehehe. 】

[Brother camera is stupid, hahaha, it’s okay, it’s okay, they just kissed, and they didn’t do anything bad. 】

Only then did the photographer heave a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a kiss, otherwise he might not be able to keep his job.

Just according to Jian Cong's thin-skinned, this is probably enough for him to be ashamed for a while.

So the photographer said empathetically, "Then what, Brother Cong, I'll go out first, and the camera is set up here."

Jian Congqiang nodded his head calmly, and Fu Wenzhou looked like he was about to smile, and he didn't look like a good person.

The photographer left in a hurry, ready to report to Zhang Feixiang, but Zhang Feixiang would be very happy.

As soon as the photographer left, Jian Cong glanced at the camera, and asked Fu Wenzhou with difficulty: "How likely is it that the camera was not turned on just now?"

"Zero percent?"

Jian Cong was overwhelmed with grief, and immediately moved the sofa and sat behind the camera, and refused to come no matter what Fu Wenzhou told him.

I'm ashamed to see people!He is not going out!

But after 10 minutes, Jian Cong didn't want Fu Wenzhou to face the camera by himself, so he moved the sofa stool to Fu Wenzhou's side.

It's just that he didn't face the camera, but turned his back to the camera. Even his back was stubborn, which made everyone amused.

Fu Wenzhou also laughed, and raised his hand to gently stroke his hair. Jian Cong sighed and fell on his lap.

"Go to sleep." Fu Wenzhou said warmly.

Jian Cong was stiff at first, but I don't know if it was because Fu Wenzhou smelled too good, or because he was too warm, so Jian Cong quickly fell asleep.

Later, he was woken up by the sound of the radio. In the morning, the female voice continued to broadcast the progress of the competition, and the contestants needed to go to the small square to gather for the competition.

Jian Cong sat up in a daze, and then found that his neck and waist were a little stiff.

Fu Wenzhou was looking at his phone at first, but when he saw that he woke up, he put down his phone.

As if he knew where Jian Cong was feeling, Fu Wenzhou put his hand on his shoulder and gently loosened the muscles from his neck to his shoulder.

"Aren't your legs numb?" Jian Cong looked up at him sleepily.

Fu Wenzhou just laughed: "It's numb, I guess you have to help me out."

Jian Cong sighed: "Then you just wake me up earlier."

"Seeing that you slept so soundly, I didn't cry."

"Aren't you stupid?" Jian Cong glared at him, but his hand had already gently hammered Fu Wenzhou's knee.

When the broadcast started telling everyone to go out, Jian Cong got up, and then dragged Fu Wenzhou up as well.

Fu Wenzhou moved, and found that both legs were numb, a bit like someone else's, Jian Cong said, "Let's go out later, anyway, there is no rush."

The photographer also came back at this time, and said, "Yes, there are still 10 minutes until the game starts."

While Jian Cong was sleeping, Fu Wenzhou had already chosen the dishes and seasonings he was going to make in the afternoon, and they just had to go directly there now.

After a while, Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou went out and walked slowly to the small square outside.

There are more people in the small square than in the morning, and at first glance, there are densely packed heads, all of which are crowded beyond the yellow line.

In front of the stadium where Jian Cong and the others were just now, an adult-high platform was erected at some point, surrounded by ten small open kitchens, facing the audience.

There is a large screen behind each small kitchen, and the status in the small kitchen is displayed on the screen.

At this moment, except for Jian Cong and the others, the rest of the chefs are basically in place and are counting their ingredients, and their faces have also appeared on their respective big screens.

On the open space in front of the high platform, the atmosphere team had already made a round of opening.

After the opening, the competition will officially begin, and the supporting guests invited by the contest party will perform on stage one by one, so as not to bore everyone.

The place where the spectators were was already filled with densely packed plastic stools, and the spectators were all sitting on the stools, and those who came late had to stand behind the crowd to watch.

There is still a yellow line between the auditorium and the performance venue, and there are two rows of ordinary seats inside the yellow line, and the people sitting on it are the [-]-person tasting group in the morning.

There was a row of VIP seats in front of them, all the chefs who lost in the morning game were sitting there, and Qu Banyan and the others were among them.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou went up to the high platform and took their places.

They were No.1 just now, so the small kitchen where the three chefs of No.2 were located stood side by side at C, and it felt like they were about to fight.

The three chefs had already ordered the ingredients, and at this moment they turned their heads to Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou with disdainful expressions.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou didn't even look at them, but each picked up the neatly stacked aprons on the kitchen counter.

The weather is still cold, but because the stove will be turned on and the competition will be held soon, the contestants will not be too cold.

So Fu Wenzhou took off his down jacket and gave Jian Cong a hug. After this scene was reflected on the big screen, there was a burst of cheers and screams from the audience.

Jian Cong glanced at where the audience was, a little amused.

What's the matter with the audience now, isn't he just giving Fu Wenzhou some clothes? Why are you all so excited?

Ten minutes before the start of the game, several staff members came to the stage and asked everyone again if they had any additional ingredients and other needs.

Everyone asked for something again, and Fu Wenzhou also said something to the staff, but Jian Cong didn't care. He is a mascot anyway, so it's better not to make trouble for Fu Wenzhou.

Five or six minutes later, the staff went back and forth and brought all the things everyone needed.

Only then did Jian Cong realize that Fu Wenzhou had asked for a chair, a warm water bottle, and a small lunch box.

".."

Jian Cong probably knew what these things were for.

So the competition started 5 minutes later. There were two to three people busy on all the stoves, and only Fu Wenzhou was preparing the ingredients in an orderly manner.

And Jian Cong was sitting on a chair, wearing his own down jacket, his legs were covered with Fu Wenzhou's clothes, he was holding a warm water bottle in his arms, and there were a few fried small yellow croaker snacks in his lunch box.

[Hahaha, is the young master going to supervise the work, or to be a mascot, it's fun. 】

[Young master's original words: Let me put it here today, I am today's chef, and Fu Wenzhou is just helping me with the cooking. /dog head/]

[Mom, Brother Fu is really spoiled, but the young master is so delicate, he deserves to be so spoiled QAQ]

[Holy shit, brother Fu's posture, he doesn't want to be a Buddha jumping over the wall, does he! 】

Everyone was startled, and hurriedly looked at Fu Wenzhou's hand movements, and then everyone discovered that he seemed to be really preparing the ingredients for Buddha Jumping Over the Wall!

His actions quickly attracted the attention of other chefs, and the chefs who lost the game in the morning had already discussed it.

None of them could believe that a layman dared to make a lion head. Leaving aside the taste, even the hue was difficult to control.

But it didn't take long for everyone to continue to question, Fu Wenzhou took out another piece of tofu, and then everyone saw that his slender fingertips pressed the tofu, and the kitchen knife skillfully and easily cut it into countless dense filaments.

"It's Wensi Tofu!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and everyone came back to their senses from Fu Wenzhou's knife skills.

Wensi tofu needs to cut the tofu into countless fine silks, and the silks should be distinct. It is a dish that tests the knife skills.

But the preparation process of Wensi tofu, which is difficult for countless professional chefs, was completed so easily under Fu Wenzhou's hands.

Qu Banyan was shocked and said: "I didn't expect Brother Fu to have such a hand."

Qin Zishi also sighed: "This knife skill, if he plays a chef, he doesn't need to replace it."

Fu Wenzhou, who was startled and shouted, didn't pay attention to them. Instead, after cutting the tofu, he turned his head and glanced at Jian Cong.

Jian Cong was also a little stunned by his knife skills, and almost dropped the little yellow croaker in his hand.

Seeing Fu Wenzhou look over, he came back to his senses, and murmured: "You are so amazing."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed: "It seems that I don't have Bai Xiu in this hand."

Everyone thought he wanted to win, but in fact he just wanted to hear his wife boast.

Jian Cong pursed his lower lip, and said in a low voice, "I know you are amazing, so stop showing off."

Fu Wenzhou's smile became more obvious, and he really wasn't so flashy when cooking next time.

He has been doing it steadily, one step after another, and his demeanor and movements are very leisurely and confident, quite like a chef.

On the other hand, the three chefs from country H, who were in a hurry and sweating profusely, seemed a little overwhelmed.

Apart from them, the other contestants were also very busy, but Li Yuanyang and Zhong Jianyun carried out the "no rush" to the end, and they were on the same frequency as Fu Wenzhou.

Zhong Jianyun is the chef, and Li Yuanyang helps him in the kitchen. The two have a rare tacit understanding. Sometimes they don't need to say anything to each other to understand what the other wants.

And the dishes they prepared are also very obvious. They are also Chinese court dishes. They look like lion's head and boiled cabbage.

After Fu Wenzhou prepared the ingredients, he conveniently steamed Buddha Tiaoqiang on the pot.

And taking advantage of this time, he set up another pot to heat up hot oil, and then made a very simple cola chicken wing.

Everyone was a little puzzled. Although such a dish is delicious at home, it is not enough to put it in a competition.

But the next moment, Fu Wenzhou put the plate of chicken wings on the side of the stove, and asked Jian Cong to come over to eat.

Jian Cong asked in surprise, "For me?"

"Well, you didn't eat at noon, so eat something to make up for it."

"Wow, are you abusing your power? I'm so embarrassed." Jian Cong said embarrassed, but he had already brought a chair and sat down.

Fu Wenzhou took gloves and chopsticks for him, and told him, "It's hot, eat slowly."

"You can eat too."

"Ah."

Then a magical scene appeared. After the chef brought the mascot to cook, the behavior of the chef and the mascot eating alone in public appeared, which was simply outrageous.

[The chicken wings look so delicious, I really want to eat them. 】

【Ah, I already had lunch at noon, why am I hungry again? 】

[The young master is really a mascot, hahaha is too cute! 】

The two of them seemed to have directly formed an enchantment with other groups. When others were preparing dishes, they were eating, and when others were firing, they were still eating.

Moreover, Jian Cong had a good manner when eating, and the food was delicious, which caused many audience members to look hungry, and those who had snacks all took out snacks to eat.

Qu Banyan was also hungry, and couldn't help swallowing.

Qin Zishi took out two pieces of chocolate from his pocket, gave one piece to her, and another piece to Miao Chan.

Miao Chan was also a bit greedy at first, so now she and Qu Banyan eat chocolate together, but no matter how delicious the chocolate is, it seems that it is not as delicious as Jian Cong's plate of chicken wings.

Li Yuanyang also noticed that the two of them were eating alone, so he couldn't help but look over there frequently.

"Do you want to eat?" Zhong Jianyun asked.

Li Yuanyang nodded: "But I can't go there, it's against the rules."

"Yeah." Zhong Jianyun nodded, and then there was nothing to say, very indifferent.

Li Yuanyang sighed, and when he turned his head, he found that Zhong Jianyun had started to heat up the oil.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Jianyun, who had cleaned up the enoki mushrooms at some point, quickly brought out a plate of fried enoki mushrooms. As soon as the barbecue sauce was put on, Li Yuanyang became even more hungry.

He thought the box lunch was unpalatable at noon, so he didn't eat it, and now he just screamed from hunger.

"Want to eat?" Zhong Jianyun glanced at him.

Li Yuanyang nodded immediately, and Zhong Jianyun said, "Then you owe me two big meals."

"Let's not talk about two meals, brother can afford even ten meals." After speaking, Li Yuanyang stretched out his hand and picked up a chopstick to eat.

Zhong Jianyun just looked at him: "That's ten meals."

"Ten meals are ten meals."

Looking at the entire arena, only Jian Cong and the four of them were feeding themselves in a small stove, but the competition didn't say no.

As a result, some black and sour barrages reappeared, one after another with strange vibes.

[Sure enough, she's a star, don't show off too much, I'm sick. 】

[Everyone is competing with peace of mind, but the two groups are eating, this is disrespect for others, really speechless. 】

It's just that these barrages were quickly refuted.

[They didn't eat at noon, what's the matter with eating now?Without breaking the rules. 】

【Are you blind?Didn't you see that people are preparing the ingredients and steaming one of the dishes before they start eating? 】

[They are sure of their own time control, why can't they eat it, are you black and white and become mad dogs? 】

Seeing that the barrage was about to explode, some rational fans began to persuade their fans, and then posted barrages related to the competition, brushing down these irrelevant barrages.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou were almost done eating, Jian Cong said, "Why are you free now? Do you want to take a break?"

Fu Wenzhou: "It's okay, just sit down."

"You'll have to stand for a long time." Jian Cong got up, then quickly pushed Fu Wenzhou onto the chair, covered him with his clothes, and said, "I just sat up, and the chair should still be hot."

Not only the chair is hot, but the down jacket is also hot.

Fu Wenzhou didn't argue with him anymore, but rested on the chair for a while as he wanted, and Jian Cong half-sat on the arm of the chair.

He started to ask Fu Wenzhou what he had done just now, and Fu Wenzhou told him patiently, regardless of whether he understood or not, and the two chatted casually one by one, and the atmosphere was very warm.

It's just that the warm atmosphere will always be disturbed. For example, at this time, the competition has already started for more than half an hour, and the supporting guests are about to come out to perform.

It's just that everyone didn't expect that the first guest to appear was actually Cui Jingwu.

And what he brought was actually a rap titled "Victory Belongs to Me".

As soon as the title of the song came out, everyone present became excited. This was a naked provocation!

What directly ignited the atmosphere was that before he sang this song, he stretched out his index finger and pointed at Jian Cong on the high platform.

Then, he took the microphone and said, "Jian Cong, I gave you this song, please listen to it."

Jane Cong: ".."

The author says:

Young Master: Uncle is quite old and still in middle school.

Brother Fu nodded.

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