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As the performance was coming to an end, the host, Big White, finally shouted towards the crowd, "Everyone, would you like to see the wonderful cooking performance of Michelin's black chef?"

The audience was obviously thinking of all sorts of things. They really wanted to, which was extremely super, peerless and unparalleled. After all, they had to give their homework if they wanted to take the money.

She, who was waiting in the backstage, anxiously looked at the stage in the center. There, she placed the wine that the wine merchant wanted to advertise … Eighty-two years of being a peasant woman with three punches, a set of custom-made cooking utensils, and the ingredients for the dish she cooked today.

She looked at the people sitting on the stage in a row, they seemed to be the food judges or something like that, and then she tried to avoid fainting and fell onto the ground.

In her previous life, she was the chief editor of a food review magazine. Other than the people at the wine merchant's side, she knew most of these guys. They were the famous Southern Faction Chef Ren Xuebei Faction's famous chef, Qiao Feng. Uh, okay, it's the famous French food chef and part-time food critic, Liu Dongqiang.

This is such a narrow path for enemies. Do I owe you something from my previous life? Fine, Liu Dongqiang, why aren't you making your milk tea watch at home? What are you doing here? Causing trouble?

Although Lin Xiaoqing's heart was now Spartan, she couldn't easily see the clues on her face. She understood the importance of this press conference to Song Beichuan. She couldn't just flip the table and run away or violently beat someone up … In fact, in her previous life, whether it was her husband Song Beichuan or her lover Liu Dongqiang, she was the one who was most afraid of getting mad.

Song Beichuan's expression was solemn as he stood to the side and carefully observed Lin Xiaoqing. Little Wang said to his two colleagues in a low voice, "Do you think Boss is so nervous because of this?"

"It's a matter of life and death for the company, but the fate of the company is in the hands of a housewife. How can the boss not be nervous?"

Another female colleague took over and said, "The Lady Boss is really good-looking. Women like her are usually not good at cooking, right? "Speaking of which, should I go to the job placement website early to look around …"

In fact, even Song Beichuan heard their conversation clearly. He just smiled. Lin Xiaoqing had studied the dishes for dozens of nights and he had absolute confidence.

This was the first time she was being stared at and cooking by so many people. She was so nervous that she closed her eyes and took a deep breath three times before suddenly opening her eyes. She turned around and instructed her colleagues.

When she took the duck, she couldn't help but frown … Why does it feel like the meat in my hand has a faint, rotten smell?

Right now, all eyes were on her. She didn't dare to hold the duck to her nose and smell it … In order to keep the ingredients fresh as much as possible, she got her colleagues from the company to help her slaughter the ducks before she left. The meat shouldn't have deteriorated so quickly …

Lin Xiaoqing looked at the lined up jury, then looked at her husband, Song Beichuan, and felt extremely conflicted.

What should I do? The ingredients prepared today were all rotten, there was no time to prepare any more. Besides, if the publication was delayed because of a problem with the ingredients, Beichuan's reputation as a company would be in doubt …

However, using rotten ingredients to cook for the judges and her conscience wasn't good, what could she do …

Below the stage, he gestured to her in triumph. She knew that Beichuan was encouraging her, that he now completely trusted her, that he was trusting her of the future of the company, that, that … I can't let him down.

She took a deep breath and made up her mind.

Now the question is, what is to be done to get rid of the taste of the spoiled duck... Lin Xiaoqing sized up the counter. There were all sorts of seasonings on the counter. It was true, but if you used seasonings to taste it, the taste of the dishes would be greatly reduced.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning … Flower! Flowers!

The wine merchant was extremely extravagant towards this press conference. The venue was filled with all kinds of flower decorations. That's right … When she found the best flavoring material, she immediately called for the staff to clean the flowers while she filled the wok with oil.

"Boss, the Lady Boss is preparing to stir-fry these flowers, don't you want to put in other materials?" Little Wang was puzzled.

"Xiaoqing sure has a lot of ideas. She's changed a lot from what I've tasted a few days ago." Song Beichuan answered without thinking but he was full of praise inside. It wasn't that the dishes were magical, he just felt that his wife was too interesting, why didn't he notice it before?

"But boss, do you like this kind of food jury? "Didn't French cuisine always have a strong taste? But when it's mixed in with the meat of ducks, it doesn't show up at all."

Song Beichuan glared at Little Wang with some anger and said: "What, you suspect my wife? What do you know about French food! "Shut up and go to the side!"

Lin Xiaoqing received the flowers from her colleague on stage. First, she evaporated the water from the petals, keeping them isolated from the fire. As the water evaporated, the fragrance of the petals spread throughout the hall, and the judges, who had been waiting impatiently and resting with their eyes closed, couldn't help but open their eyes.

She sealed the petals with a vacuum machine to prevent the fragrance from spreading out. Then she took out a small bowl and began to make the key to the dish.

Lin Xiaoqing first sprinkled some salt and sugar at the bottom of the bowl, then she ordered some black vinegar, and then poured some sweet osmanthus flowers into the bowl. Finally, she took out a small jar at the foot of the countertop and opened its lid … Suddenly, an indescribable fragrance drifted out from within.

During this period of time, she tried her best to recall the skills she had secretly learned from Liu Dongqiang in her previous life. Although she could not recall the specific ingredients and cooking process, after more than ten days of trial and error and adding her ideas, the sauce that came out tasted very good.

She named the sauce 'T'. As for how much it had to do with the famous T virus, it was unknown.

The fragrance of the 'T' sauce was persistent and drifted very far away, after the famous chef from the northern faction, Qiao Feng, smelled it and was surprised, the famous chef from the southern faction, Ren Xing, suddenly stood up, making Liu Dongqiang, who was also a judge beside them, look at the two of them with extreme contempt.

Was there a need to be so shocked? He could make this kind of sauce, and it would definitely be better than that damnable girl on stage … How dare you reject me? Later on, I'll let you see. Liu Dongqiang curled his lips in disdain.

At this time on the stage, she unhurriedly took out the juice and fresh petals from the refrigerator. Because they were all vacuum packaged beforehand, the fragrance of the flowers didn't disperse, but instead, the alternating between hot and cold made the fragrance even richer. She poured the petals onto a plate, and then put the duck meat on top of the petals.