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Bai Hekong tapped the popularity bar chart on the blackboard with his pointer.

"Preliminary statistics show that Sun Gou's support rate is only 16%. This is because 50% to 60% of the audience has a Shaolin background. There are tens of thousands of lay disciples. Some people voted for friendship, otherwise it would be even lower."

"You calculated correctly, right?"

Liang De was puzzled: "Fifty to sixty percent of the audience has a Shaolin background, but my senior brother's support rate is less than 20%?"

"It shows that the Shaolin family on the other side is really a famous and upright sect. They have learned the Dharma well and their disciples are highly enlightened. At critical moments, they can help the ministers but not the relatives.

Do you think everyone is like your ancient Eastern martial arts?"

"What happened to our ancient boxing technique of the Eastern Kingdom? My master has a close relationship with the abbot Mengwei of Shaolin North on the other side. I am upright and upright, and I have always convinced others with my virtue..."

Mu Yigui interrupted Liang De's baseless boasting and said:

"It is impossible for Shaolin on the other side not to know its own affairs, so this special rule was not added by Shaolin, but because other people wanted to see Shaolin's jokes. With these 1.5 votes, Sun Gou's loss becomes even more embarrassing."

Lin Baolong, who had been silent, said in a deep voice:

"It may also be the handiwork of Southern Shaolin. Their players retired from the competition this time in violation of regulations. If Senior Brother Sun, who holds the title of Protector of the Mountain Gate of Northern Shaolin, wins, or if he loses badly enough, there will always be someone who uses him to step on Southern Shaolin and Northern Shaolin."

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"Hey, your ideas are so sinister."

"Ade, Sun Dog is wrapped in your auxiliary inner energy, can you pull off his white towel of a special chef?"

Liang De shook his head, "That strange thing works according to the user's cooking skills. It's useless for me to pull it off for him."

Mu Yigui whispered to himself:

"There are three Red Tribulations in the arena, and it's impossible for us to deal with all the spectators under their noses. What else can we do now..."

Liang De and Lin Baolong's thoughts were also spinning rapidly, but the longer they thought about it, the tighter their brows became.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Bai Hekong knocked hard on the blackboard several times, waking up several scheming men who were full of conspiracies.

Liang Deqi said: "Have you thought of a way to help Sun Gou win?"

"Hmm...no."

"Then what are you knocking on the blackboard? Have you considered the feelings of the blackboard?!"

"I think you are thinking too complicatedly."

Bai Hekong put down the sea-blue pointer and said:

“When I went to count the audience’s voting intentions, many people told me that chefs ultimately have to rely on taste to speak for themselves.

The more you use your crooked brains, the more likely you will go in the opposite direction.

Why do you just refuse to believe that Sun Gou can honestly defeat that cheongsam girl with his cooking skills? Have you enjoyed the food that Sun Gou has cooked these days?"

"There are so many gourmets in the city who still feel that Sun Gou is not as good as Ye Shuangliu after eating for a year and a half. Are you the only one who can make a difference?"

Mu Yiqi dismissed Bai Hekong's polemical argument, pressed his hairline as he was about to retreat outside the pass to join the Eight Banners, and continued to close his eyes and think deeply.

"I can't eat anything too profound, but you can all feel Sun Gou's mood in cooking from the dishes.

This month, his mood is getting lighter day by day, would someone who wants to lose do this?"

"What you said makes sense."

Liang De was thoughtful, his bright head shining with the light of wisdom.

"Sun Gou said before the competition that he would compete for the winner this time. He is in such a good mood cooking these days...it doesn't seem like he thinks he will lose.

Let’s not worry too much. If we make a mistake, Sun Gou may shirk the main responsibility. It’s just for one night. Let’s eat and hang out and wait for the results.”

Mu Yiqi suddenly opened his eyes, "How can you wait for the result!"

"Brother Gui."

Liang De pressed Mu Yigui's shoulder:

"Trust my senior brother once.

He didn’t even use a towel but tied his hands, didn’t he just want to make you feel at ease?”

…

On the last night of summer, Sun Xunqiao took Ding Qiuqiu out of his hometown town and came to a creek winding through a pear forest.

The flowering period of pear blossoms is usually at the end of March or early April in the lunar calendar. This pear forest has already passed the flowering period. Only the faint moonlight is gently rippling in the ripples, and the light is soft and bright, just like the color of pear blossoms.

Ding Qiuqiu stroked the trunk of the pear tree and imagined the scene of pear blossoms blooming on the side of a clear stream.

"Summer is coming to an end."

Sun Xunqiao nodded and said:

"More than one summer."

He stretched out his hand and broke off a pear tree branch, and the flavor of time imitating the eternal bluestone emerged from the palm of his hand. The leaves on the branch quickly withered and fell, and new green shoots grew from the dead branches.

The pear blossoms are blooming and the clear streams are rising and falling.

As Sun Xunqiao used his last 30% of his strength, time suddenly began to pass quickly in the small fantasy town.

When all the scenery returned to calm, Ding Qiuqiu, like all the people in the illusion, looked around in confusion.

Just now, living in this city for a year and a half seemed like a long, long time ago.

She no longer remembers much about the neighborhoods in this city, or even the taste of Sun Xunqiao's thousands of dishes.

Ding Qiuqiu felt as if he had left this small town and gone to a place far, far away, spent a long, long time, and then returned here again.

"I've been away from my hometown for more than ten springs. Although the old mountains are here, I don't care. There are pear trees and moonlight in the stream. I don't know who I belong to tonight."

The pear blossoms are in full bloom on the branches, and the stream is gurgling under the trees.

At the last quarter of an hour before the illusion ended, Sun Xunqiao brought out a small white porcelain bowl that seemed to contain pear blossoms and moonlight.
Chapter completed!