"What's the situation? Is this self-destruction?"

"No matter how bad I can make a rice drizzle. Just dry a bowl of white rice. What did this person think?"

"No, Song Shu and Wu Fei have different attitudes towards this person. He shouldn't have only this strength."

In the guest seat, everyone discussed it heatedly.

They were all monks confused about that bowl of white rice.

The theme of the competition is meals, and the requirement is paella.

But you can't just make a bowl of fresh rice.

When did there be such a straightforward person in the world?

"Isn't this because I'm too lazy to play after collecting Fan Laowu's five million, right?"

Feng Sen had such a guess in his heart.

He turned around and looked at Mr. Cai.

But I found that Mr. Cai was closing his eyes and resting at this time, looking leisurely.

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?"

Wu Fei frowned. He wanted to convince himself that Xu Lai's meal was definitely not simple.

But no matter how he looked at it, it was a bowl of white rice.

This made him feel extremely conflicted.

"Haha, this kid is really a fool. He only cooked a bowl of white rice to serve."

"Don't he know that this will completely anger Tang Chuan?"

"The title of Black Tongue is definitely not just a saying."

Song Qing's eyes were joking, and he was already looking forward to the next scene of Tang Chuan's furiousness.

"this……"

Song Shu also frowned.

At this moment, he was also incredibly conflicted.

Judging from Xu Lai's previous performance, this person must be absolutely a silly man.

But he was completely confused about what was going on with that bowl of rice.

"Xu...Brother Xu..."

Bai Bingyang's heart was almost in his throat, and he felt that he was having difficulty breathing.

He knew best about this bowl of rice.

Xu Laizhen only cooked rice and didn't add any dishes.

When he started to do it, he kept persuading Xu Lai to make some meat.

For example, pork bibimbap.

But Xu Lai ignored him at all.

This made him helpless.

Now, Tang Chuan was looking like he was about to get angry.

It's over.

It's completely finished.

"Yes, this is the rice I prepared."

At this moment, Xu Lai opened his mouth, nodded, and said calmly.

"Hmph, the theme is very consistent, but you don't add anything. Do you want to make the most primitive rice smell like?"

Tang Chuan slapped the table with anger and said angrily, "Don't you know that just relying on the fragrance of rice, you're... huh?"

Suddenly, Tang Chuan was stunned.

The slap I just used too much force and actually shocked the bowl of rice.

A strange fragrance penetrated his nose.

In an instant, Tang Chuan seemed to be electrocuted.

"This...this is..."

Tang Chuan widened his eyes, quickly picked up the bowl of rice, and took a hard sip.

"What's going on? Is there anything wrong with the meal?"

"Why did Tang Chuan's expression? What did he smell?"

"Isn't that a bowl of ordinary white rice?"

So everyone who noticed Tang Chuan's expression had similar doubts.

In the behind-the-scenes director room, director Zhang Heping also had violent emotions.

"Hurry, camera No. 3, point the camera at Tang Chuan's face, don't let me go any micro-expression!"

"Seat No. 1, from now on, aim me at that bowl of rice. Without my orders, no one is allowed to move!"

"The guest room, the camera gives me the expression of everyone, especially Mr. Cai!"

"The camera team in the area d moves and moves me, and record all the expressions of the contestants in me!"

It's so cool.

I didn’t expect that the show would perform like this in the group stage.

He suddenly felt that he had bet right.

Xu Lai is definitely the dark horse of this game.

"Eat it with this spoon, it's the size."

Xu Lai spoke again and handed Tang Chuan a delicate little spoon.

"Oh, okay, okay, okay, I'll try it now."

Tang Chuan's expression changed again, and the curve of his mouth curled upward proved that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

Scoop up a spoonful of crystal clear rice, which was extremely round, like pearls.

"ah……"

Tang Chuan closed his eyes and let out a moan.

The soft and glutinous rice in his mouth was swallowed down, and a wonderful smell kept hitting his esophagus, and the entire chest seemed to be filled with that smell.

"Continue, it's still a spoonful."

Xu Lai smiled and guided Tang Chuan again.

"You...you used nine kinds of rice?"

Tang Chuan's eyes were almost falling out. He carefully compared the size of the spoon and the bowl of rice, but found that this bowl of rice could be divided into nine equal parts with this spoon.

Xu Lai nodded, but said nothing more, just asked Tang Chuan to continue.

"Nine kinds of rice? He used nine kinds of rice in a bowl of rice?"

"So you have to eat it with that special spoon?"

"But even if nine kinds of rice are put together, there will be no special reaction?"

"Although I don't know what that bowl of rice is, I can be sure that he must have cooked rice in nine times."

"Yes, it should be the case. If you cook it together in one pot, the taste will definitely be skewers."

"The smells are different between different rice, and the steaming time is also different, and it is more reasonable to cook separately."

The guests started to discuss it again.

At this moment, Mr. Cai, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Jiuxiang Rice, haha."

He laughed loudly, as if he had already penetrated what Xu Lai's work was.

"Jiuxiang? What is Jiuxiang?"

"Mr. Cai, can you explain it to us?"

"It is often used to enhance the aroma of rice, namely lotus leaves and bamboo leaves, but these are two fragrances. Where do the other seven fragrances come from?"

The guests looked at Mr. Cai one after another.

"I don't know this either."

"Jiuxiang Rice is just a general term, but the nine kinds of rice used and which kinds of incense are all up to the chef."
To be continued...