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Zhang Zitao had just dealt with the two fishes in his hands earlier, and the two pheasants in his hands had only just begun to handle them.

And when Zhou Yingbing said that she wanted to compete with Zhang Zitao in culinary arts, Zhang Zitao could have completely washed the spices that he had just applied away.

Zhang Zitao had eaten Zhou Yingbing's cooked food before. Although the taste wasn't bad, it still couldn't compare to Zhang Zitao's.

After all, the grey shadow in Zhang Zitao's mind was not an ordinary existence.

Relying on the existence of Gray Shadow, if he couldn't crush Zhou Yingbing in terms of culinary skills, then he really shouldn't play anymore.

"Both chickens?"

Zhou Yingbing walked up and asked Zhang Zitao.

She had thought that Zhang Zitao was using fish while she was using chickens.

But she didn't expect that after Zhang Zitao gave one of the chicken that he killed to her, he would be dealing with the other one.

"Mhm mhm, my appetite is bigger and my appetite is bigger."

Zhang Zitao knew what she was worried about and explained his worries.

"Alright."

Since Zhang Zitao had already said so, Zhou Yingbing nodded her head.

She had the pheasant in her hand and was ready to begin her treatment.

"It's just elder sister. If there's no wager, then what's the point of this competition?"

Zhou Lingling stood at the side and felt that the duel between Zhang Zitao and herself was not fun, so she added a sentence.

She wanted to ignite the flames of war between Zhang Zitao and Yue Yang, so that she could have some fun on this boring mountain.

If there was no bet, even if they really had a victor, it would be meaningless.

It was only a form of victory or defeat.

"Then what else do you want?"

Zhang Zitao rolled his eyes at Zhou Lingling and asked.

This little girl had too many devious ideas!

"I think the loser who is a servant for the winner for a week should listen to the winner as long as he is not asking for too much. Elder sister, Zitao's brother, what do you think? "

Zhou Lingling asked Zhang Zitao in a probing tone. As she spoke, a bright light flashed across his eyes.

Whether it was her or Zhou Yingbing, both of them were already decided on the winner of this competition before it had even begun.

They felt that Zhang Zitao was not a match for Zhou Yingbing.

Zhou Lingling only inserted this condition because she thought it was fun.

If Zhang Zitao really came to his house to be a servant, then there would definitely be more interesting things that would happen.

Zhou Lingling's words were precisely for this purpose.

"Whatever."

Zhou Yingbing said directly.

"Zitao's brother, my big sister agreed so easily, what about you? "As a man, you can't be hesitating for a long time and still not agreeing, right?"

Zhou Lingling provoked him.

The boy had a better face, of course Zhou Lingling knew this.

She had used this to provoke other boys before, and it was simply a trial.

"Since you guys have already said so, then I will do as you wish."

Zhang Zitao said directly.

If Zhou Yingbing was not afraid of losing, then what was he afraid of?

However, Zhang Zitao did not really want Zhou Yingbing to come and be his servant.

After all, a cold woman like Zhou Yingbing would always keep a straight face.

Even if Zhang Zitao had no reason to bother talking to her, just looking at her face everyday would not make him in a good mood.

Moreover, there was a gigantic python in Zhang Zitao's refrigerator, adding on to the secrets he had, it would be more troublesome if there was one more person in the family.

"Since both of you have agreed to it, then the bet is set!"

Zhou Lingling said somewhat excitedly.

"Lingling. What are you doing? "

Old Man Zhou walked back and asked Zhou Lingling while laughing.

"Grandfather, Zitao's brother and elder sister want to compete in culinary arts. The loser is going to be a servant for a week in the house of the winner. "

Zhou Lingling explained.

"This bet was set by you, right?"

Elder Zhou looked at Zhou Lingling helplessly.

Zhou Lingling laughed and nodded her head to confirm.

Looking at her, Elder Zhou did not have the heart to scold her.

He caressed Zhou Lingling's hair lovingly.

"Little Tao, I'm sorry. "Lingling always likes to mess around like this, you don't have to agree."

"It's alright, Elder Zhou. It's just for fun. Since I'm free on the mountain, I might as well stay here."

Zhang Zitao said rather magnanimously.

"Then what are you going to do with it?"

Zhou Yingbing asked from the side.

"Mm, there is only one pot in the old man's house, you can use that pot." I'll go make some mud to make a floral chicken. "

Zhang Zitao said directly.

He did not want to reveal his astounding culinary skills and just be an ordinary floral chicken.

But even if he held back, he didn't think that Zhou Yingbing could beat her.

As Zhang Zitao spoke, he and Zhou Yingbing began to handle the matter separately.

The marinade on Zhang Zitao's hands was basically all prepared.

The rest, just wait for the spice, to seep into the chicken and fish.

He had taken advantage of this time to return to the higher point of the mud.

But if Zhang Zitao wanted to use it as the floral chicken's mud, it was no ordinary mud.

Zhang Zitao took some soil that had been soaked in the river water for a long time and placed it in a basin. Then, he started to light a fire in the open area in front of the Master's house.

In the process, he threw the spices he had prepared into the pot to burn. The ones that were burnt to ashes mixed together with the soil by the river, waiting for it to dry.

Zhou Lingling curiously moved closer to Zhang Zitao's side, watching her actions.

Zhou Lingling had long seen Zhou Yingbing's culinary skills at home.

Not only had Zhang Zitao never eaten a single dish before in preparation for it, he was also using a rather peculiar dish.

Naturally, it was Zhou Lingling who attracted a curious gaze from the side.

And when Zhou Yingbing saw that Zhou Lingling was following beside Zhang Zitao from afar, she secretly made up her mind.

She would do her best.

The goal wasn't to win or lose on the bet, but to win for her sister.

However, what she did not know was that even though the spice on the pheasant had been washed away, the smell still seeped into the chicken.

What Zhang Zitao wanted to make was the main dish. If she were to use the pheasant as the main dish, there would definitely be a conflict.

Not to mention that the meat of the pheasant was extremely sweet. If it was used to make soup, it would have an absolute advantage.

As far as she was concerned, even if she used pheasant to make soup, she would still absolutely crush Zhang Zitao.

However, she did not expect that her idea of using the pheasant as a soup would cause her to be defeated in such a disorderly manner!

"Zitao's brother, why did you put the grass ashes in the mud? and kneading it like dough, why is that? "

Zhou Lingling curiously asked Zhang Zitao.