"This year, the official website of the Chef King Competition announced that the competition format has changed. In addition to the fourteen chefs selected in the preliminary rounds, two chefs with the highest number of online votes will be selected to enter the finals through a live online selection."
Xu Milu, however, showed no sign of nervousness and said with a smile:
"In other words, if I can pass the online selection, I can get a ticket directly to the finals."
As for Cui Shengguo agreeing to let her participate in the competition, he naturally had his reasons. In his words, Xu Milu's talent and comprehension were excellent, but she lacked the opportunity to exchange and learn from other chefs. If this continued, she would be spoiled sooner or later.
Like a spring, she becomes stronger when exposed to strong forces and weaker when exposed to weak forces. If you throw her into a cooking competition, she might grow as quickly as a sponge.
As for psychological resilience?
The old man snorted and glanced at her sideways.
"You spendthrift brat who dares to practice with silver ribbonfish, if you don't have a big heart, who does? Besides, since you have a photographic memory, why are you hiding it? Go, why don't you go? I want to show them just how good a disciple I've taken in is!"
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Upon seeing Hengdian World Studios in person, Xu Milu had a strange feeling of time travel.
To the left are magnificent skyscrapers, and just a wall away, they transform into ancient and majestic palaces, where young and beautiful concubines are waving their fans and telling funny jokes. A little further on, you can see ethereal celestial palaces, where fairies in thin veils are dancing in the wind, holding pipa.
Looking to the left, under multiple cameras, a handsome young man in ancient costume is roaring at the camera, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!" Turning your head, you see someone suspended by wires, holding a long sword, looking as dashing as a swordsman descending from the heavens.
A young urban woman in a miniskirt and sky-high heels strode briskly along the cobblestone path, while an old man in coarse linen clothes held up a phone and spoke to someone. A Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom lifted the hem of his robe and squatted on the ground eating a boxed lunch. The whole scene was strange and magical.
It's like a multi-dimensional transit station, where people from all dynasties seem to gather, pass through the corridors of history, and leave behind a microcosm of the past.
Xu Milu was engrossed in watching when Cui Qingli made a phone call. A young man dressed in ancient costume came running breathlessly from behind a "palace," looking completely bewildered.
"Sister Cui, what brings you here?"
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