Tens of thousands of competition flyers were scattered all over Yuncheng, and everyone knew that Huanxi Restaurant was going to hold a food identification competition.

"The first prize is one thousand taels! That's too generous!"

Liu Qinghuan set the prize money at three levels: one thousand taels, five hundred taels, and three hundred taels, with one first prize, two second prizes, and three third prizes. He used one month's turnover as the prize money.

Otherwise, she would be unsure. Where could she find two hundred people to participate in such an unconventional competition?

Liu Qinghuan was right. When many people received the flyers, they didn't know what the food identification competition was.

"So it's to taste some seasoning added to the dish... Bro, aren't you known for your good taste? Go give it a try."

A man instigated the man next to him.

"I have to pay a hundred yuan for the registration fee! I can't bear it."

"If we win the prize, it should be at least this amount." The man held up three fingers.

"That won't work either. The dishes in Huanxi Restaurant are very expensive. Maybe there are some ingredients that we have never seen before."

"That's right, this still needs professionals to do it."

The so-called professionals are chefs. A good chef must have an extraordinary sense of taste, have been busy in the kitchen for many years, and be very familiar with these seasonings and ingredients.

There are actually quite a few chefs in Yuncheng who are eager to sign up to participate.

"Master! Mr. Liu from the bun shop next door has already signed up, what are you still hesitating about?"

"Has Lao Liu signed up?"

Master Wang thought, how could he, a stir-fry seller, not be able to catch up with the bun seller?

"That's right, Master. There are quite a few people signing up in this area."

Yuncheng has a snack street where you can find everything from steamed buns and dim sum, to rice dumplings, wontons, hot dishes and stir-fried dishes.

People love to join in the fun. When one business hears that another has signed up, they also become eager to try it out. Word spreads from one business to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until almost every boss on the street who has some spare money is ready to give it a try.

"Even if I don't win a prize, it's still good to spend a hundred coins to try the dishes at Huanxi Brand."

With this mentality in mind, more than 30 people went to Hua Jin to sign up on the first day alone.

"Your name."

"Wang Shugen."

"age."

"I'm forty."

"address."

"Old Wang cooks at No. 23 Liuming Street, and I live in the backyard."

Hua Jin wrote down everything and said, "Just sign here and give him the money."

Yutang was called in temporarily to do hard labor and smiled at Wang Shugen.

"Yes." After signing, Wang Shugen took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to Yutang.

"This is your competition number plate, take it." Yutang randomly took out a number plate from the box and handed it to Wang Shugen.

"Okay, I've got it. Does that mean I've registered?" Wang Shugen took the number plate and took a look. It was ninety-nine, a pretty good number.

"Yes, come back at noon on the day of the competition, and the rules of the competition will be announced then."

"Okay, I'll go back first."

The number of people who registered for the competition was more than Liu Qinghuan had expected. After three days, basically everyone in Yuncheng had registered, and there were nearly a hundred people.

Liu Qinghuan instructed Fengying to distribute flyers to the nearby cities of Fang, Lu and Tai. Now a few people have come to sign up, so there should be at least a hundred people, right?

Fangcheng, Lucheng, and Taicheng had heard of the reputation of Huanxi brand, but had never felt the fear of its domination. Moreover, Fangcheng was a big city, and Yuncheng was probably a bit like a small fishing village compared to it.

"Miss Liu, someone has signed up in Fangcheng today, claiming to be the imperial chef's personal disciple."