The audience in the live broadcast room had already started laughing like crazy after seeing this scene.

: Hahaha! Why do I feel like Qiu Mengyun is a little proud of her cooking skills?

: When I saw her cooking just now, I began to mourn for Xia Tian in my heart, but I didn’t expect that it would be Sister Yunting who suffered in the end.

: Xia Tian is probably now mentally thanking the production team for this exchange mechanism, otherwise this plate of top-notch smashed cucumber would be his.

Honestly, I'm quite curious about what Qiu Mengyun's smashed cucumber tastes like. After all, smashed cucumber with both mustard oil and ketchup is probably the only dish in the world.

: I am now more looking forward to what her scrambled eggs with tomatoes will be like. Will it be better than this plate of exquisite smashed cucumbers?

: You don't understand, what Goddess Mengyun cooks is not food, but life. Didn't you hear He Yunting say that Goddess Mengyun's food has all five flavors: sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. Isn't that life?

: Holy shit! I'm convinced. The guy above is definitely a professional when it comes to being a dog licker.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Xia Tian quickly tried to smooth things over: "Let's not just stare at Meng Yun's dishes, why don't we try Brother Long's cooking together!"

"Ah, yes, yes! Try the dishes I cooked. Although I haven't learned cooking professionally, my cooking skills have improved a lot under Yunting's supervision in recent years." Xie Jinglong also agreed with a smile.

Qiu Mengyun was the first to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth and began to chew slowly.

"Yeah! Not bad. Although it's still a little different from summer, at least it can be classified as delicious."

After swallowing the fish in her mouth, Qiu Mengyun expressed her true feelings very seriously.

"Haha, this is probably just your personal opinion. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I'm afraid no matter how Xia Tian cooks, you will think his dishes are the best! If that's the case, then what's the point of choosing? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to choose their own group?" After listening to Qiu Mengyun's evaluation, Fang Wenxuan said sarcastically.

Although what Qiu Mengyun said was true, it might not be the same in the eyes of others.

They thought that Xia Tian, a recent college graduate, would probably only cook instant noodles in his dorm room. Even if he did have some cooking skills, they certainly couldn't compare to Xie Jinglong, who had been cooking for years.

Xie Jinglong, one of the people involved, didn't seem to mind at all. He laughed and said, "Haha! I'm a pure amateur, and I can only cook at the level of a home cook. I'm very satisfied to get a good review."

Xia Tian said modestly, "Brother Long, don't listen to Meng Yun's boasting. She just has a blind confidence in me. My cooking skills are actually more ordinary than yours. I'm definitely not as good as you."

After hearing what Xia Tian said, Xie Jinglong didn't react at all. However, Fang Wenxuan on the side snorted coldly and raised his head high, like a victorious rooster.

Seeing his arrogant look, Qiu Mengyun immediately prepared to start a fight.

Xia Tian quietly pulled her hand and whispered in her ear, "Why are you bothering with him? Isn't it good that he looks down on my cooking? At least we don't have to worry about them running over to eat our goose. If you really convince them, maybe they will come over to eat the goose soon."

Qiu Mengyun, who was originally indignant, immediately calmed down when she heard that it concerned her lunch.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Fang Wenxuan picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of water spinach and started eating.

After putting the dish into his mouth, he pretended to close his eyes, as if he was seriously comprehending the essence of the dish.

"It's just so-so! First of all, in terms of color, aroma, and flavor, this dish would probably get an 80-point mark for color. The aroma is a bit bland, so I'd only give it a 70-point mark. As for the taste, I think it's only about a 60-point mark. Don't think my score is low, I'm being very objective and taking into account the fact that you're not a professional chef."

After tasting it, Fang Wenxuan put down his chopsticks and commented on the water spinach made by Xie Jinglong in a tone of giving orders.

After hearing Fang Wenxuan's comments, the expressions of several people at the scene became a little uncomfortable.

Putting aside the question of whether his comments were objective, the tone of his voice alone was unpleasant. We were all guests on the show, and you, a junior with relatively little experience, what right did you have to act like that in front of everyone?

Xie Jinglong was quite well-mannered. Although he felt a little unhappy, he remembered that this was a TV show and his every word and action would be broadcast live. He didn't express his dissatisfaction directly, but instead asked with a smile, "Brother Wenxuan is right. I still have a lot of room for improvement on this dish. I wonder if Brother Wenxuan would be so kind as to give me some guidance and explain in detail the shortcomings of my dish so that I can avoid them next time."

"Uh! This... this! This can't be explained in just a few words. Otherwise, let's wait until after the show, and I'll give you some personal guidance when I have the chance!" Fang Wenxuan had only seen Xie Jinglong's ever-present, smiling, good-natured demeanor, so he'd thought of giving him a little push to show off. He had never imagined that Xie Jinglong would actually fight back, and with such a decisive and decisive blow.

All those words he just said were just empty boasting. His cooking skills were only limited to watching a few cooking videos on Douyin. In desperation, he had to find excuses to delay and try to get away with it.

Xie Jinglong wasn't prepared to let him get away with it so easily. He smiled gently and said, "Actually, there's no need to bother. You just need to tell me if the heat is poorly controlled, or if the oil is used at the wrong time, or if there's a problem with the starch? For example: the heat is too high, and you should switch to medium heat when the sauce is thickening. Did you add the oil too early or too late? Was the starch too thin, or was there too much?"

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