Chapter 128 Death

The staff began to call out names one by one.

The first person whose name was called was the third-level state banquet chef from last year.

"Finally, I can start drawing numbers. I hope I'll have better luck this time and get a good number."

"I just hope I can draw a number in the middle. Too far forward or too far back is not good."

"Haha, I don't have high requirements. I think as long as I don't draw the death number, it's fine."

"In order to avoid being drawn with the death number, I prayed to God yesterday and donated 5,000 yuan for it."

"Speaking of which, the Death No. thing is really bizarre. I didn't believe it before. It wasn't until last year when the chef who drew the Death No. got angry in front of me that I began to believe that there are things in this world that cannot be explained by science."

"That's right. The one from the year before last was even worse. He was only one step away from becoming a level three state banquet chef, but in the last five minutes, the chandelier above his head suddenly fell down and smashed the dish. If the chef hadn't run fast, he would have almost died."

"Anyway, that number is pretty weird. I can only pray that my luck isn't that bad."

…

Listening to the discussions of the people around her, Mo Qingyan curiously asked Li Zhenmin beside her, "Uncle Li, what is the death number they are talking about?"

"You don't know?" Li Zhenmin was surprised.

Mo Qingyan hesitated and asked, "Should I know?"

Li Zhenmin asked, "Haven't you heard about the Level 3 State Banquet Chef Competition?"

Mo Qingyan said: "I know the rules of the game."

Li Zhenmin held his forehead with his hand, looking helpless. He didn't expect that Mo Qingyan had already come to participate in the third-level state banquet competition.

However, he still has only a vague understanding of the Level 3 state banquet chef competition.

Later, Li Zhenmin explained: "No. 444, this number is a bit weird. Participants who draw this number will not be able to continue the competition for various reasons. In serious cases, they may even be injured and sent to the hospital."

He has also participated in many state banquet-level competitions, so he is familiar with some things in the competition.

In fact, even chefs who don’t participate in the state banquet competition, those who have learned about the state banquet competition, and even those who have watched the third-level state banquet competition know about No. 444.

Then, Li Zhenmin began to explain to Mo Qingyan the various accidents that occurred in the previous Level 3 state banquet chef competitions, and the chef who got No. 444.

After listening to what Li Zhenmin said, even Mo Qingyan, who always believed in science, couldn't help but take a breath and began to doubt her life.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also very surprised after hearing this.

"No way? Is number 444 really that evil?"

"Hiss, I just checked, and what Li Zhenmin said seems to be true. These things have been reported in the news before."

"I watched the live broadcast of the Level 3 State Banquet Chef Competition two years ago. The chef who drew No. 444 was almost killed by a falling lamp during the competition. Fortunately, the chef dodged quickly."

"Since number 444 is so evil, why not just cancel it?"

"If this is really cancelled, doesn't that mean the organizers admit that this account is indeed evil? We can't promote feudal superstition now. Of course it can't be cancelled."

"This time, I don't know which unlucky person will draw this number."

…

Soon, all thirty level three state banquet chefs had drawn their numbers.

Then, the names of other contestants began to be called out randomly.

When everyone was drawing the numbers, they were all trembling with fear because they were all afraid of drawing the death number.

Because once you draw the death number, it means that you have come to this competition in vain.

However, those people in front were very lucky.

No one has ever drawn number 444.

Compared with this death number, even drawing the last number is considered lucky.

However, the person in front did not draw the death number, and the people behind whose names had not been called started to get nervous.

Because no one wants to be the unlucky one.

Soon, Mo Qingyan's name was called.

Upon hearing her name, Mo Qingyan immediately stood up and walked onto the stage.

The cameraman behind him immediately followed.

Seeing Mo Qingyan coming on stage, Gao Moqi's eyebrows curved.

The other three judges all smiled meaningfully.

Only Lu Weirong's look towards Mo Qingyan was not very friendly.

The look that scanned his face up and down seemed a bit nitpicking.

Some third-level state banquet chefs in the audience saw Mo Qingyan coming on stage and started to discuss in a low voice.

"Is this the Mo Qingyan that the senior judges have chosen?"

"That's him."

"He's wearing all these designer clothes, but he doesn't look like a cook. Why would the judges give the recommendation to such a rich second-generation person?"

"I heard that he was friends with the high judge and he used money to attack the high judge."

"Bribe? No way?"

"Come on, everyone in the industry knows what kind of person the high judge is. If he could really use money to win, he wouldn't have not given any recommendations for so many years."

"I heard that Mo Qingyan is really good at cooking. The kumquat lemon tea and cold noodles that are very popular recently are made by him."

…

Mo Qingyan put his hand into the box. He felt that he shouldn't be so unlucky.

So I took out a small piece of paper.

As a result, when she opened it, Mo Qingyan's mouth twitched.

He didn't expect that his luck would be so good today and he actually won the jackpot.

The cameraman following behind him immediately focused the camera on the note in Mo Qingyan's hand.

Give the note a close-up.

When the audience in front of the camera saw the number on the note that Mo Qingyan drew.

I couldn't help but say "Oh my god" in unison.

Did Moge win the jackpot?

When Gao Moqi saw Mo Qingyan's expression looked a little strange, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Mo Qingyan handed the number to the staff with an expressionless face.

After seeing this, the staff member glanced at Mo Qingyan, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Then, Mo Qingyan's number was announced in public, "Mo Qingyan, City G, No. 444."

When Gao Moqi heard that the number Mo Qingyan drew was the death number, his brows immediately furrowed.

The contestants in the audience couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, that's great, the Death Number has finally been drawn out."

"I can finally put my heart at ease."

"Originally I thought that it was a waste of Mo Qingyan's place to participate in the competition. Now it seems that it was absolutely right for him to participate in the competition."

"That's right. I've already said it before. The judges' judgment is never wrong."

…

At this moment, the contestants reached a unanimous opinion on Mo Qingyan, a professional chef, participating in their professional cooking competition.

That is, I think it’s great that Mo Qingyan is participating in the competition.

Gao Moqi also knew about the death of No. 444.

In fact, he didn't really believe in these things.

However, when Mo Qingyan really drew this number, he couldn't help but worry about him.

After seeing that Mo Qingyan had drawn the death number, Lu Weirong changed his sharp look and looked at Mo Qingyan, and actually laughed.

Suddenly I felt that Mo Qingyan seemed to be more pleasing to the eye.

Mo Qingyan just felt that the judges were a bit weird.

The look in his eyes just now was full of unfriendliness.

Now looking at him, he is smiling.

The speed of changing faces is almost as fast as that of professionals.

Although Mo Qingyan didn't expect to draw this number.

But since he had drawn the lottery himself, there was nothing he could do about it.

Now that you are here, make the most of it.

Since he has died once, there is really nothing to be afraid of.

So, Mo Qingyan returned to her seat without taking it seriously.

The contestants present looked at Mo Qingyan with some sympathetic eyes, while others showed some gloating.

Among them, Zhou Ningren, Chen Kang and Lang Yueming, who had been defeated by Mo Qingyan, looked at Mo Qingyan with complicated eyes.

When they saw Mo Qingyan draw the death number, they felt happy but also a little sorry.

Because they all knew how good Mo Qingyan's cooking skills were.

If Mo Qingyan performs normally, she will definitely have a place among this year's level three state banquet chefs.

However, Mo Qingyan drew the death number, and the result was predictable.

In the past, no matter how good his cooking skills were, a chef who drew the death number could not escape the fate of being eliminated.

They didn't think that Mo Qingyan could be an exception.

After everyone had drawn their numbers and the staff had registered everyone, they began issuing contestant certificates to Mo Qingyan and others.

Each contestant's certificate contains the contestant's basic information and the number drawn.

Once all the contestants' credentials have been distributed, the event can be dismissed.

As a judge, Gao Moqi left first.

But he did not go far. Instead, he stood not far from the door of the lounge, waiting for Mo Qingyan.

The contestants who passed by all greeted Gao Moqi.

Gao Moqi just nodded faintly in response.

It was not until he saw Mo Qingyan coming out that Gao Moqi, who had been looking cold all along, changed his expression slightly. He took the initiative to walk towards Mo Qingyan.

Mo Qingyan saw Gao Moqi and said with a smile: "I thought you left first?"

Gao Moqi shook his head and said, "Come together, and go back together."

Then, Gao Moqi's gaze paused on the contestant certificate in Mo Qingyan's hand, and he looked at Mo Qingyan deeply and said, "Don't take that number to heart. Those things are just coincidences."

Gao Moqi is actually not good at comforting others.

However, he was afraid that Mo Qingyan would think too much.

Sometimes, this competition is not just about cooking skills, but also about mentality.

Mo Qingyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Don't worry, I don't take this matter to heart. Whatever happens, it will still happen. Come on, didn't you say you would treat me to roast duck? Let's go eat roast duck."

I saw that there was indeed no sadness or frustration on Mo Qingyan's face.

Gao Moqi was relieved then. He went downstairs with Mo Qingyan, got in the car, and went to eat roast duck.