Tang Jinyu is also funny. She sees everyone as a love rival and thinks that any woman will fall in love with her fiancé.

Fortunately, Huihui only had her eyes on cooking, otherwise, if she had been a little polite to Zhou Chengzong yesterday, she would have ended up in trouble today.

The gate of Jiaoyuan opened and the group of people waiting outside were able to go in.

Zhou Chengzong and Fang Hui stood shoulder to shoulder, "Miss Fang, I have a question I want to ask you, is it convenient for you?"

His fiancée was right next to him, but he was still trying to get close to Huihui. Was he trying to make Huihui hate him on purpose? Shen Yizhi thought to himself.

Sure enough, Tang Jinyu looked at Fang Hui with a more wary look.

"Huihui, don't pay attention to him." Shen Yizhi sent a message to Fang Hui.

Fang Hui was slightly surprised, but after spending more than a year with her master, she also understood his miraculous qualities. She nodded slightly and directly rejected Zhou Chengzong: "It's not convenient."

After saying this, he quickened his pace and walked forward.

Zhou Chengzong looked at her back, but raised the corners of his lips, and his eyes showed more interest.

Tang Jinyu tugged at his sleeve, bringing him back to his senses.

"Why is Brother Zhou so polite to her? There is no culinary family with the surname Fang in Yingcheng."

The implication was that Fang Hui came from a small family and was not worthy of him lowering himself to make friends with her.

Zhou Chengzong glanced at her lightly and said, "Not now, but seven years ago, the Fang family was the leader in the culinary world of Yingcheng. Although the Fang family has declined now, its foundation is still there, which is not comparable to ordinary families."

Tang Jinyu thought these words were a disguised compliment to Fang Hui. How could she bear it? She couldn't be angry with Zhou Chengzong, so wouldn't it be easy to deal with Fang Hui? Tang Jinyu thought about it and came up with an idea.

A smile appeared on his face again: "Brother Zhou is right. If there is a chance later, I will see if I can recruit Miss Fang to come over. This way, her cooking skills can be put to good use."

The Tang family controls many businesses, and the restaurant is one of them.

Zhou Chengzong moved his lips but said nothing more.

Shen Yizhi looked at Tang Jinyu and always felt that she was planning something bad.

It's monkey shit. Tang Jinyu was Xie Wanlin's favorite granddaughter before she went crazy. She was spoiled on weekdays. How could she cook? No one knew how she got into the second round of the cooking competition.

However, considering the power of the Tang family, this kind of thing does not seem difficult to understand.

The 32 people who advanced entered the competition venue one by one and each was assigned a small cubicle, which was only about three or four square meters. There was a stove with some firewood piled next to it, and knives and various ingredients on the chopping board.

It's hard for a person to turn around while standing inside, but this is only a temporary provision for the contestants, so such conditions are sufficient.

After everyone was in their seats, two servants distributed two eggs and a bowl of water to each person, and that was it.

"Clang!" The gong was struck, and one of the servants said, "First question of the second level, make a bowl of egg custard—"

This question is really unexpected. The reason is that the egg custard dish is too simple and does not require much technical skills. Not to mention the chefs here, even ordinary women can make it easily.

However, simplicity is the ultimate goal. Sometimes, the simpler something is, the harder it is to do well.

"The time is quarter of an hour. From now on, when the sand in the hourglass runs out, everyone must stop what they are doing immediately." Right in front of them, a servant turned an hourglass upside down.

As the sand falls, time passes slowly.

No one dared to delay and immediately started cooking the egg custard.

Fang Hui picked up the egg on the table. As soon as she touched the egg, she felt something was wrong. She shook it to her ear and her face darkened.

This egg is obviously bad!

Was it an accident or intentional? Fang Hui was not stupid. To ensure the fairness of the competition, the organizers would strictly check the ingredients before the competition began. How could a rotten egg get mixed in? So, this was man-made? Deliberately targeting her so that she would lose the competition?

So who did it? She asked herself if she had ever offended anyone.

Although her performance in the first round yesterday was quite eye-catching, it was not necessary to risk ruining the competition by getting rid of her, right? Fang Hui thought about it and did not make it public. Instead, she quietly took out two eggs from her treasure bag and replaced the two eggs provided by the organizer.

Now the game is more important.

Even if she complained about it, what if she was still given problematic eggs? That would just be a waste of time.

It would be better to let the person who secretly made the move think that he has been tricked, and then deal with it after the game is over.

Fortunately, the master was thoughtful and asked her to prepare some basic ingredients in her treasure bag in case they were needed.

Now, isn't it useful?

Not to mention eggs, she didn't even dare to use the water and seasonings here. She felt more at ease with what she brought herself.

Two servants were walking back and forth in the middle aisle. However, cooking is not like doing homework, where you can cheat. Cooking requires real skills, which can't be copied. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't do it, it's useless even if you know the method.

So the two servants did not patrol very strictly, which gave Fang Hui the opportunity to switch the items.

Everyone cooked at different speeds. After the egg custard was ready, they placed it on the table, hung red silk, and waited for several judges to come and judge it.

Fang Hui's speed was neither fast nor slow, she was in the middle. She hung up the red silk, and soon, the eight judges came to her small cubicle.

A servant was holding a tray with a spoon on the plate, so that the judges could taste the egg custard.

Zhou Shenghe took the lead and scooped a small spoonful to taste it.

To be honest, even the most fond of egg custard would become numb if they had to try thirty-two servings of egg custard at once, so Zhou Shenghe didn’t have much hope for the egg custard in front of him at first, he just had a Buddhist mentality of doing business.

However, once he took a bite of the egg custard, he was amazed! To be honest, this is really the best egg custard he has ever tasted! No doubt about it!

Seeing him taking bite after bite, the other judges were shocked, "Mr. Zhou, how about this egg custard?"

Zhou Shenghe coughed modestly, "Mm, it tastes very good, top grade."

He put down the spoon reluctantly.

After all, we have to leave some for other judges to taste.

After the others tasted it, they all nodded.