Chapter 388 I Knew There Would Be This Death

"So it's closed down? I wasn't interested in it because of the way it looked. I've never been there."

"I haven't been there either, I just have a vague idea of ​​it."

"I've been there! I watched a video and booked a special place specifically because I thought my girlfriend would like it, so I asked her to go with me. But it turned out to be nothing more than a fancy, novelty gimmick. Afterwards, neither my girlfriend nor I were full, so we went to the night market for fried noodles!"

"Yes, that's the one!" The contestant in red finally smiled when everyone remembered. "As chefs, we generally don't like to go to those internet-famous restaurants, so it's normal that we didn't know. It was my son who insisted on going there and ordered that insanely expensive tempura. The fried noodle fan was used to shape the tempura and serve as a decoration! Because this dish doesn't look as good in photos as the others, we didn't promote it much in the videos at the time, but it is indeed a dish from that internet-famous restaurant!"

"So that's how it is. I thought it was a very high-end dish!"

"This judge's words are really not offensive at all. He's so smooth and slick at such a young age, and he talks like a big shot. Turns out it's just an internet celebrity shop!"

"They make a living from this. If I tell the truth, wouldn't that offend them and cut off my own source of income?"

"Hey, you can't say that. Maybe what the judges said is indeed right. Maybe this fried noodle fan was originally invented for use in high-end restaurants. You can't deny the possibility of this thing being used in restaurants just because you have only seen it in an Internet celebrity restaurant, or that an Internet celebrity restaurant has used it once?" In the crowd, Da Zhuang had just been criticized by Cricket when the fan who had just recommended Da Zhuang jumped out to speak for him.

"You're right. Without knowing the full story, I won't comment! But speaking of that, fried shrimp and fried eggplant can also be made into tempura dishes. Was the tempura you ate last time in the peacock shape? Was it delicious?" The contestant who had just exchanged numbers with this fan quickly expressed his support and calmly changed the subject after expressing his opinion.

"No, if it were, I would have thought of it the first time. Now it must have been improved. How about the tempura? It feels like a pre-prepared dish to me. I guess it's something frozen bought outside, fried and heated up before being served." said the contestant in red.

"No matter how they improve, the dishes from internet-famous restaurants are just gimmicks. Some of them are just there to make a quick buck and run. As long as the appearance looks good, they don't care whether they taste good or not. They just stock the pre-made dishes and don't even need to hire a chef."

"Alright, let's put it this way. It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat! The judges will make the final decision."

As everyone started chatting, they forgot to avoid the fact that the contestant who made this dish might also be among them, and the discussion turned into an argument.

Zhao Xiaojing was trying to block out these voices in annoyance while glancing at the Noodles contestant. Although he was the starting point of everyone's discussion and most of the criticism was related to his dish, he didn't seem to be listening. He just stared at the live broadcast motionlessly, as if he only wanted to see if his dish could advance.

Zhao Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief for him. It seemed he was a wise man. Whether it was their anger or their praise, all their comments were temporary. Perhaps after this, there would be no further interaction. If they cared about it, it would become a weapon to attack them.

The voices of arguing were endless. Zhao Xiaojing stood aside and stopped listening to them. She just followed the example of the other contestants and stared at the live broadcast to watch the voting.

While the contestants were discussing, the judges had already finished the tasting session and were obviously not very motivated. They did not eat the noodles like they had finished the syrup, but just took a few bites as a token of their desire and then returned to their seats.

Zhao Xiaojing was wondering why she didn't see the dishes of the other two contestants who stayed with her at the end, when the live broadcast screen was split in two.

Half of the screen was filled with photos of the dishes made by each contestant, arranged in chronological order. Numbers 1-3-8 were marked below the photos and scrolled back and forth. The other half was filled with judges holding voting devices, each sitting a certain distance apart and not allowed to discuss their votes.

Zhao Xiaojing watched the dishes scrolling on the left half of the screen with great interest, and then she realized that the dish numbers of the other two contestants were before hers, which meant that the judges had already tasted them before she watched the live broadcast.

However, those two dishes also made her very confused. Even though she knew roughly what ingredients one of the contestants had used, she found it difficult to tell which dish was made by which contestant.

One was steamed dishes, and the steamed things were quite mixed, with all kinds of things piled up in a basket, but I had no idea where the noodles were; the other was a basket of dumplings with strange colors, each one a different color, but I couldn't tell what color they were.

In addition, there are some regular dishes that Zhao Xiaojing can think of, such as hand-rolled noodles or ramen, cold instant noodles, snacks, etc., as well as some strangely shaped foods that Zhao Xiaojing looked at for a long time but still couldn't understand.

Before Zhao Xiaojing could study it for too long, a minute later, the voting channel was closed, and the five TVs in the live broadcast hall went dark at the same time, then lit up, and the sound and picture began to unify.

The live broadcast hall, which was bustling with activity just now, suddenly fell silent, and the players from the five competition zones stared at the big screen anxiously.

The TV screen suddenly changed, and the host appeared with a smile, holding a piece of paper. The contestants didn't even dare to blink, staring at the paper in the host's hand, waiting for the host to announce the final result.

"The first choice for home seasoning, a life-enhancing helper, the fruit of time-honored craftsmanship, an ocean of intoxicating flavors. Thank you to Weiyang Soy Sauce for the exclusive title sponsorship. The more you compete, the stronger you become. If you want to be strong, choose Liyang. Thank you to Liyang Chicken Essence for the co-sponsorship. For quality, a silky smooth experience, and a healthy lifestyle, Liuji non-stick pans are the first choice. Thank you to Liuji Kitchenware for the co-sponsorship. The ultimate kitchen, a wonderful experience, a new life..."

The contestants welcomed the exciting moment - advertising time.

"whispering sound!"

"I knew this would happen!"

"Waste of feelings! Lose money!"

The live broadcast hall was filled with boos and frantic noises.

Zhao Xiaojing laughed helplessly. As expected of Bai Tao, the advertisement would be either here or there, and the sponsor was still the sponsor.

"This is the semi-finals of 'Western Soy Sauce: Fresh Chef Competition.' I'm the host, Xiaoling. Thank you all for your patience. I'm sure you're all incredibly excited for the upcoming results, and have been silently predicting them countless times in your minds. So, let's count down together to meet this anticipation! Five, four, three... zero!"

The nearly five-minute commercial finally ended. As the host's countdown ended, the images on the five TVs changed again.

A blue list appeared, ranked from top to bottom according to the number of votes.