The "Soul-Suppressing Bag" looks simple and ugly, it is retro. It retains the most primitive appearance of the bun, but it is actually more like a steamed bun with stuffing.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing's forehead were sweating, and it was obvious that it was not easy to wrap it.

At this time, there were calls from the competition hall:

"The flame has become smaller!"

"It's going to be done!"

At the No. 2 cooking station, the fragrance of the wine in the floating Laojiao gradually dissipated, and the flames also showed signs of decay and extinguishing as the alcohol was exhausted.

Dada dada...

Footsteps.

Li Han was covered in dust and walked out of the five burning Chinese iron pot rooms and said to Lan Chuhan: "Lan Chu, it's almost done!"

The two of them looked at the timer at the same time.

"Elder Tang!"

Tang Yuqiong's hands trembled slightly, put down a shiny shovel-shaped tool. She seemed to have filled a gap in the Wuzhi Peak iceberg. At this time, the iceberg looked like an exquisite fish tank at first glance, with shadows inside...

No. 1 cooking desk.

The steamer was set up on the cooking pot, and the smoke was rolling.

"The time has arrived!"

Xia Yu ceases fire.

"But it's still the same prop!" he murmured in a low voice.

"Did you say that..."

Zhu Qing raised his hand and pointed, and in the corner of the field, several craftsmen invited by the event were evacuating from near a bamboo boat.

After a moment of silence, Xia Yu bent down to thank the craftsmen who looked from afar.

"So, serve the food-" he smiled softly.
Chapter completed!