[136]Goodbye to burn the mountain fire!

At 3:40 p.m., there are 20 minutes left before Lin Xiaobao's cooking show.

Bu Tiger has arrived at the scene with the judges.

There are still students who serve them hot tea and put melon and fruit snacks.

Bu Tiger is a little unhappy. Why didn't he give the judges melons and snacks during the game in the morning? Is it because Lin Xiaobao knows that he can't do it, so this kind of trick is to get praise from the committee?

Bu Tiger couldn't help snorting coldly. With this little trick, he really looked up to Lin Xiaobao.

Five minutes away from four o'clock, more than a dozen students filed in, and they all held what they agreed to - a sand pot sitting on a charcoal stove.

Bu Tiger was just slightly curious and stopped making a sound. He knew that Lin Xiaobao would definitely make medicinal dishes, so it was nothing rare.

The judges are all well-informed people, and they also know that Lin Xiaobao is famous for medicinal dishes. Seeing this battle, I can't help but regret it - this is too simple. Maybe there will be some rare ingredients coming up later. Let's wait and see.

But the tiger couldn't wait. He stepped forward and said to Lin Xiaobao, "Lin Xiaobao, there are still two minutes to start. Are you ready?"

Lin Xiaobao glanced at him and then clapped his hands. Zhang Tong and several students came in with several boxes in their arms and opened them one by one in front of the judges. Everyone looked in, oh! Unexpectedly, they are all traditional Chinese medicine, and only one box is packed with ingredients such as dried scallops and sea cucumbers.

The judges couldn't help but be shocked. Is this going to give them traditional Chinese medicine?

Lin Xiaobao did not explain directly, but after the game began, he directly moved a chair to the round table where we sat and diagnosed their pulse one by one.

The judges have no objection. Medicinal dishes should have been eaten in response to the symptoms.

But Bu Tiger was different and couldn't help saying in a low voice, "Lin Xiaobao? This is a cooking competition. Are you going to be treated here?

"Shh!"

Lin Xiaobao was putting his hand on the pulse of the old man in the mountain. Hearing Bu Hu's words, he frowned and booed.

The old man in the mountain smiled and quietly used Qigong to change his pulse to change his healthy beating state. Lin Xiaobao suddenly felt the abnormal pulse and couldn't help thumping in his heart. This pulse was not very optimistic. The old man in the mountain didn't have a few days to live well!

However, Lin Xiaobao suddenly thought that the old man in the mountain was good at Qigong and a master of medicinal diet. If he had problems, he would definitely be able to recuperate by himself. How could he get such a serious disease?

Lin Xiaobao was worried, so he continued to diagnose his pulse and inadvertently glanced at the old man in the mountain. Suddenly, he found that the old man looked at him with a smile in his eyes. Although his expression was rigid, his eyes could not deceive people and he couldn't help but understand anything.

"Thank you for your advice!" Lin Xiaobao withdrew his hand and said respectfully.

Such a master can't be disrespectful. People with strong martial arts are often cruel, because they can't stand still if they are not ruthless.

"Cut!" Tiger Bu snorted coldly, "What did you find after touching it for a long time?"

Lin Xiaobao said seriously, "The master has no desire and no distraction. He can do Qigong and medicinal diet, and can take care of his own body. We wait for the younger generation in front of him, but it's just a joke!"

After listening to Lin Xiaobao's words, Bu Tiger didn't feel good. You are a joke, but I'm not!

But he didn't dare to say so.

Lin Xiaobao walked to the next judge, and his badge said "The gourd, the editor-in-chief of "Beautiful Food", so he was much relieved that he would not be teased like the old man in the mountains this time.

Lin Xiaobao touched the pulse of the gourd, thought about it carefully for a long time, and said to him, "Drink less wine and stay up late less. Your physical condition is declining!"

Gourd smiled bitterly and said, "This is how I do. If you don't believe it, ask Zhang Dong!"

Zhang Dong, who said, is another judge sitting next to him. The badge says: the editor-in-chief of the series "A Bite of China".

Lin Xiaobao reached out and pulled Zhang Dong's pulse. After specizing for a while, he said heavily, "You are much more serious than him. Have you had gastritis for many years? If you don't recuperate in time, I'm afraid it will be stomach cancer in the future!"

Zhang Dong was not surprised and sighed, "Yes, but what can I do? A young man is waiting for me to feed him. I can't go to see the doctor, can I?

Lin Xiaobao smiled and said, "Don't be so troublesome. I'll give you a few prescriptions for medicinal dishes, and you can recuperate by yourself. However, while recuperating, you should pay attention to quitting smoking and drinking, and suppressing anger. Peace of mind is the way to maintain health!"

"Really?" Zhang Dong laughed and said, "Thank you so much!" If there is a chance in the future, we might as well cooperate!"

"Don't fight with me!" The gour rushed to Lin Xiaobao and said, "Can you give me an exclusive interview? How about it?"

Lin Xiaobao nodded and said, "Okay, okay, but let's wait until the end of the game. This match puts a lot of pressure on me!"

The tiger beside him was so angry that he almost fought with Lin Xiaobao. It was too inhumane. How could he take the opportunity to attract the judges?

Lin Xiaobao checked several judges in turn and came to different conclusions. Some had a bad stomach, some had a bad kidney, some had a bad prostate, and some had problems with their internal organs. Except for the elderly in the mountains, almost none of them were healthy.

And Lin Xiaobao did not dare to jump to conclusions about the old man in the mountain. After all, the old man in the mountain concealed his skills is first-class. Maybe there is something he wants to hide from Lin Xiaobao?

After getting the medical records of the judges, Lin Xiaobao walked back to the stove, lit the bamboo charcoal in a row of charcoal stoves, and then showed the empty cans to everyone one by one. This is a proof, especially to tell Bu Tiger that he also showed his cooking skills on the spot and did not prepare in advance.

The judges saw that their names were written on the jars by Lin Xiaobao with a brush, and couldn't help sighing that this was a big project, far more troublesome than the 78 dishes of Bu Tiger.

Because there are many identical ingredients in Buhu's 78 whole cattle banquet, which can be prepared at one time, while Lin Xiaobao can't. The difference between one more yuan and one less yuan can only be made on the cash.

Cans were loaded with medicinal herbs and different ingredients. After sealing the cans, Lin Xiaobao walked to the middle and suddenly raised his hand in front of everyone--

A breeze brushed, and the flames in the charcoal stove rushed up and became bigger and bigger, but the flames were very thin and dense, leaving no gap in the tight seams, gradually wrapping the whole medicine jar.

"Burning a mountain fire?"

The old man's eyes were sharp, slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were a little moved. Others called him a master of medicinal diet, but he did not learn the legendary Qigong that specializes in medicinal dishes - burning wildfires.

The reason is very simple, because it is lost.