Chapter 557 I'll Listen to You

"Of course you are. Although you have some real skills, this competition was organized by your sister. Without her help, you would have been eliminated long ago.

Among the eight of us, you are the only one who couldn't defeat the chef from Country R. What does this mean?

The chefs from Country R may not buy into your sister's ideas. So you can only avoid them!" Another chef pouted his lips and said unconvincedly. "When I was carrying a knife and became famous in Jiang Province, you were nowhere to be seen."

“Yes, everyone’s cooking taste and style are different, we are very clear about this, and we discuss and slightly balance it out, so that the meal has sweet and salty, spicy and sour, meat and vegetables are well matched, and the ingredients do not conflict.

Without a long period of adjustment, we can only deal with it temporarily.

The competition is set up like this. Doesn't a table of food consist of noodles, soups, meat dishes, vegetarian dishes, and desserts?"

A chef saw that the situation was tense and tried to smooth things over.

An Zhiqiu's face darkened, "It's understandable that foreigners question the fairness of this game, but you shouldn't.

This is an international chef competition, not a trifle.

Don't you know why we are striving to host an international chef competition?

In order to hold this competition, everyone has put in so much effort, just to show enough fairness and justice, and to improve Xiahua's international status!"

The chefs all looked a little uncomfortable.

In order to represent Xiahua in the competition, they must have a high level of awareness, full of love for the motherland, and want to win glory for the country. But the reality is quite cruel. No matter how top their level is in the country, they are still crushed by others.

The reality is that there are always people who are better than you.

They couldn't vent their resentment, shame, frustration, and inferiority on foreigners, so they couldn't help but focus their fire on An Zhiqiu.

In fact, they knew that what they were doing was inappropriate. They were controlled by the uncontrollable jealousy and showed an ugly and anxious look.

An Zhiqiu did not continue to talk, and quickly brought the topic back: "Cooking is also very similar to writing poetry. Not everyone can take out their best poem and put it together into a complete poem. The artistic conception, meaning of the words, rhyme, etc. must be taken into consideration.

The same is true when we cook..."

Yu Zhi nodded, "Chef An is right. As long as we work together well, we can treat the stove as a battlefield and win with fewer troops and more surprises!"

"Alright, since the chances of winning are slim, I'll do whatever you say, okay?" The old man said with a hum, his beard twitching in anger. "It's because you have good grades and have the most say!"

"Grandpa," An Zhiqiu pinched his nose helplessly, "You are very experienced, maybe if we suggest a direction, you can come up with perfect measures.

We are a whole, and we all represent the face of Xia Huaguo. If any one of us is missing, the game cannot go on.

Furthermore, the chef’s mood and state of mind can also be interpreted through the food.”

Not only the old man was stunned, but everyone else also felt a sense of enlightenment.

They have been dealing with stoves for most of their lives, and are always thinking about how to improve their cooking skills. To this end, they have often learned from their peers, kept their skills secrets from their apprentices, and studied their techniques, in an effort to become the best chefs in the local area in every way.

An Zhiqiu's words seemed to have awakened the confused and lonely people. It turned out that cooking, like studying, was not just about improving skills.

"The competition time is too tight, we will all listen to you!" Everyone looked at each other and said in a low voice in unison.

An Zhiqiu and Yu Zhi looked at each other, smiled and nodded.

"Before I joined the competition, I learned about the cuisines of various countries. If I am not mistaken, if they want to win the team competition beautifully, they must use their magic weapon to suppress us, which is nothing more than seasoning, ingredients and cooking methods.

For example, they extract juice from dried bonito and dried kelp. We in Xiahua country do not have this method of making it, and we do not have any particularly detailed distinctions among kelp.

Therefore, R country cuisine can fully reflect the delicious essence of the ingredients while ensuring transparent color.

It just so happens that many of our Chinese cuisines are heavy on oil and salt. When these two extremes collide, the winner seems clear, but it is hard to tell...

The food in Country R is also very particular about style..."

An Zhiqiu briefly shared his ideas with everyone, then announced the menu he had developed and explained the reasons.

Only then did everyone begin to truly recognize and respect him, and they actively participated in the process, adding, subtracting, and modifying the menu, and then assigned tasks and started working on their own.

At this time, the R people had already started to prepare the ingredients. When they saw that the Xia people had just finished their meeting, they pouted and laughed loudly, "I heard that the Xia people love to hold meetings the most and have no sense of time. They wish that the meeting at 8 o'clock would start at 9 or 10 o'clock, and they can repeat a few sentences without any substance for the whole morning.

They refuse to admit that they are a group of scattered individuals.

There aren't two talented chefs among the eight, and if they are combined, they will lose even more miserably!"

"It's good to have a team competition. It can help lower An Zhiqiu's score a bit, so that everyone can see how many shady plots have been used to get him to the next round with high scores..."

The distance between the two workbenches is not too far, at least the person speaking has a slightly higher voice and the other party can hear it.

The chefs at Xia Hua looked at each other, feeling very angry.

"The most important thing for us now is to prepare a table of delicious food and prove ourselves with our strength," An Zhiqiu said without raising his head, cutting with the knife in his hand.

Everyone took a deep breath to bring their attention back to their tasks.

The competition lasts for three hours, which seems like a lot, but the tasks for the team competition were issued suddenly and no one was prepared, so they had to spend a lot of time discussing the menu, and the actual time left for them to cook was only about two hours.

Many of Xia Hua's dishes require a long time to cook, and the longer the time, the better the taste. If conditions do not allow, An Zhiqiu still uses a secret method to shorten the time.

The eight people had detailed division of labor and some difficulties in cooperation at the beginning, but they were all veterans at the kitchen and had adjusted their mindsets. They were dedicated to winning glory for the motherland, so they worked together with great unity and their cooperation became more tacit.

Time passed by little by little, and the audience in front of the TV could only stare anxiously as they saw the chef from Country R starting to plate and shape the food, their hope for their country's victory becoming increasingly slim.

No matter how long it has been since Xia Hua's humiliation, it is like a scar that can never heal, lying in people's hearts. Even if the bad guys are punished, the damage has been done.

Even if history continues to move forward, Xiahua's social, economic, scientific and cultural development is in a period of rapid development. It is bound to be integrated with the international community and cooperate increasingly closely with other countries, including Country R.

People still remember the humiliation they suffered as citizens of a weak country!

(End of this chapter)