At this time, Zhang Chuanlu was already certain in his heart that Miss You would be one of the final two winners.
What everyone is fighting for now is just the only remaining spot.
Looking at Miss You's back, he secretly made up his mind that he must not let her succeed.
Soon, Master Cen announced the start of the competition.
This time, there is no need to get the ingredients yourself. All the things that can be used and not used are placed on the table next to everyone’s stove, and they can use them as they please.
Mrs. Ye even had an extra suckling pig compared to the others.
Seeing that she was not in a hurry to deal with the suckling pig, but carefully checked the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and firewood, Mr. Cen couldn't help but nodded secretly in his heart.
This child is much more stable than her father. She is able to listen to what others say and has no arrogance at all.
If I have to point out her shortcomings, I can only say that she still lacks confidence in herself deep down.
But this is not her fault. If anyone is to blame, it is the environment in which she grew up. It did not help her build up self-confidence since childhood. Instead, she was always suppressed and scolded by her father.
It is rare that this child did not get crushed and still loves cooking so much.
Mr. Cen had already praised Mrs. Ye to great heights in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.
The chefs were busy with their own work and no one noticed this scene.
Only Zhang Chuanlu, who had been staring at Mrs. Ye, saw it and became more and more certain that there was something fishy going on between the two of them.
Because she had received instructions from Mr. Cen last night, Mrs. Ye was not as flustered as she was when she was making the roast suckling pig for the first time. Everything went according to plan and went very smoothly, as if she had made it many times before.
Seeing this, Zhang Chuanlu began to have wild thoughts again.
Could it be that the person who tampered with the drawing of lots yesterday was none other than Mr. Cen himself?
After the problem with the seasoning occurred, he cried "stop thief" to prevent others from checking with each other and finding that the problem could not be explained, so that all the blame could be put on the unknown mastermind.
That’s why Mr. Cen said that we would not draw lots again today, but continue to use the dishes drawn yesterday.
The more Zhang Chuanlu thought about it, the more he felt that he was a genius. Doesn’t this all make sense?
He slammed the chopping board, wanting to shout out loud for his shocking discovery.
Everyone was attracted by his attention.
Elder Cen frowned and said, "Everyone, just do your own thing. Don't make any loud noises, so as not to disturb others."
Although this statement did not mention anyone by name, who doesn't know that it is referring to him?
Zhang Chuanlu was so angry that his stomach hurt. When Mr. Cen turned around to leave the stage, he stared at the back of his head and thought to himself, just wait, you won’t be able to laugh anymore soon!
Mrs. Ye was making good progress at this point and had already reached the stage of applying seasoning and marinating. She had no idea that Zhang Chuanlu's scorching gaze in the last row was almost burning a hole in her back.
But Miss Zhou, who was arranged to sit next to Zhang Chuanlu, saw it clearly.
Zhang Chuanlu's eyes were so scary that it felt like he would suddenly attack and hurt someone at any time.
Miss Zhou couldn't help but move to the left.
Instinctively, she always felt that it was safer to stay as far away from Zhang Chuanlu as possible.
Mrs. Ye's roast suckling pig preparation process is rather complicated, so while others have already served their dishes, she is still constantly turning the suckling pig on the rack, adjusting the fire from time to time, and checking the degree of roasting.
The first time she did it, she had the help of Mrs. Ye Er and Mrs. Ye San, but this time she had to rely on herself and was so busy that she worked herself into a sweat.
But as the suckling pig was roasted more and more perfectly, the aroma could not help but spread everywhere.
The pig skin was roasted into an amber color and crystal clear.
From time to time, shiny oil and water were forced out from the small holes in the pig skin.
It dripped onto the charcoal below, making a crackling sound and sparking a series of flames.
The other dishes seemed to become bland in comparison with the roast suckling pig.
The eyes of the onlookers were also focused on the roasted suckling pig, and occasionally one could hear someone slurping loudly.
What a loser!
Zhang Chuanlu cursed in his heart.
Although he was still cooking the dish step by step, when he thought of the piece of pork belly in the pot that he had cut into uneven thickness and had broken parts in countless places, Zhang Chuanlu could already foresee that he was destined to be eliminated.
But the more this happened, the angrier he became.
Why should he make wedding clothes for others?
Zhang Chuanlu took out the steamed pork belly from the pot, poured the soup on it, and then walked up step by step with the dish.
He seemed to be walking past everyone without looking at them, but in fact, he had already taken in the situation in front of Mrs. Ye's stove with his peripheral vision.
Zhang Chuanlu smiled at the judges on the stage.
But what I was thinking was, if I lose, then you can forget about it!
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