The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 117: I admire the old.

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After the Dream Moon, several people entered the cabin for assessment soon, but the situation was not ideal.

Most of the people were eliminated, and were immediately invited by the Imperial Forest Army.

Only a small group of people won the palace card like Huan Meng Yue, and stood outside the wooden house, waiting to enter the palace.

After a while, it was the turn of the fantasy face.

I heard Huan Mengyue said, "Miss, don’t panic when you go in. These hundred kinds of ingredients are mostly rare. Even if you have the secret recipes handed down from the magic royal dishes, you may not recognize them completely. What would Mengyue give you first?"

"Forget it, this lady does not have the back door of His Royal Highness Nine to walk. If you can live or not, it's up to fate."

Whenever you mentioned His Royal Highness Nine, everyone looked even more contemptuous of Huan Meng Yue.

Huan Qingyan walked into the cabin.

The examiner is an old imperial delicacy, with a few years since ancient times, and she has a little impression of Huan Qingyan. He has dealt with her dad before.

When Huan Qingyan came in, Lao Yuyao repeated the requirements of the assessment.

"There are a hundred kinds of Reiki ingredients in front of you, some of them are ordinary and some are rare. Those who can know more than 80 kinds, are considered as passing the first round of assessment, and those who are below 80 will leave by themselves. Let's start!"

Huan Qingyan looked down at the ingredients, she didn't recognize at least half of them.

But it doesn't matter!

She Shishiran picked up from the first one, "Ding, I found the roots of the black along the grass, the grass, and the aura is 80."

"Ding, found Teng Teng Cai, Caibe, Reiki Fifty."

……

From beginning to end, Huan Qingyan reported all the names of the 100 ingredients in front of her without pulling it out.

Not only that, but also the ingredients of the ingredients and the aura more or less accurately.

Lao Yuyao's eyes on Huan Qingyan's eyes grew brighter.

At the end, I excitedly said, "Little girl, what is your name? Who did you learn your cooking skills from? Can you have a teacher?"

This is a tendency to accept disciples.

Huan Qingyan smiled and said, "Old Zhang Yuyao, you don't recognize me, I am Huan Qingyan, my father is Huan Beiming..."

Lao Yuyao was taken aback and sighed, "It turned out to be the daughter of Huan Yuyao. Huan Yuyao is a role model in our royal dishes. Although Lao Yu is fascinated by the age of the North Ming Dynasty, the level of the chef is not Wanda. At the level of the magic royal delicacy, it’s no wonder that little girl, you are so young at your young age, and you admire it!"

"Old Zhang Yuyao, you are too modest."

Later Yuyao said again, "The first girl who just came in, she recognized 90 kinds of ingredients, and asked her name, which is also the surname. What does it have to do with your phantom house?" This is There is a meaning to be second best.

Fantasy Qingyan thought for a while, and she looked unspeakable, "This girl was indeed raised in our fantasy house. She was once a student with me. After mentioning the treatment, my mother also helped her make a marriage. As a result, on the day she awakened Lingbao, she left with His Royal Highness Jiu...now it has nothing to do with our fantasy palace."

Old Yuyao frowned. Isn't this a typical white-eyed wolf? Lingbao left as soon as he awakened, and followed His Royal Highness, wait!

Could it be the woman in the peachy scandal that is now raging in Kyoto?

Thinking about this, the old Yuyao stopped thinking.

This kind of woman, don't give him an apprentice.

"Well, this is the palace card you passed, No. 69, you can enter the palace with it, there will be a round of audition after the sea election, and I look forward to your performance..."

Huan Qingyan accepted the palace card and thanked it.

As soon as I left the cabin, I saw a hint of surprise in Huan Mengyue's eyes.

There was a faint sneer again, and she never looked at Huan Qingyan again.