Chapter 39: Main Business and Loss
Hearing the words coming from the side, Mo Qingyan and others looked over reflexively.
On the left of Mo Qingyan was a middle-aged chef in his fifties, wearing a black chef uniform, with graying hair and a slightly plump figure.
Next to the chef was a young man who was also wearing a black chef's uniform.
When the young man saw Mo Qingyan and the others looking over, he immediately tugged at the middle-aged chef's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, stop talking. They heard it."
The middle-aged chef immediately shook off the young man's hand, glared at him, then looked at Mo Qingyan and the others and criticized them directly: "You heard it, did I say anything wrong? This is the competition venue, and you brought bodyguards and cameramen with you. This is simply nonsense."
Hearing the other party's targeted remarks, Butler Wang immediately frowned.
The audience in the live broadcast room were not very happy either.
"What's going on? Is this guy crazy? Our Brother Mo is a super rich second-generation, it's normal for him to bring a few bodyguards and servants with him when he goes out."
"Yes, and the program crew went to the live broadcast and filmed with the permission of the organizer. The organizer even arranged staff to receive us. They also arranged the best C position for our Brother Mo. Can't you see that our Brother Mo is not a simple person?"
"Besides, even though Brother Mo brought a lot of people with him, they didn't bother them. What's the meaning of giving Brother Mo a cold look?"
"Could it be that you are jealous because our brother Mo is so handsome?"
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Butler Wang was about to step forward to speak, but Mo Qingyan took the lead, bowed slightly to the other party, and apologized.
"I'm sorry to cause trouble to you all. I'll ask them to leave right away."
Mo Qingyan turned around and said to Steward Wang and the others, "You guys should leave first. I can be alone here."
"Sir, do you really not need me to help you?" Chef Zhang was proud to be able to help Mo Qingyan at this time.
Helping Mo Qingyan is not a job. That's learning.
"No need, I can do it myself." Mo Qingyan rejected him again.
Since I couldn't help, I put an apron on Mo Qingyan myself.
Mo Qingyan doesn't really like wearing chef's uniform.
Therefore, when cooking, people usually like to put on an apron.
Afterwards, Chef Zhang and Butler Wang and others left reluctantly.
Only the cameraman stayed.
After they all left, Mo Qingyan turned around and said to the middle-aged chef on the left: "Sorry to bother you."
Just as the middle-aged chef said, he came here to compete, not to show off.
Bringing so many people here, they all squeezed into other people’s seats.
If you are wrong, you should apologize.
The middle-aged chef seemed to have not expected that he would admit his mistake so well, and his anger subsided.
Then he glanced at the apron on Mo Qingyan and said, "Alright, just be careful. This is a competition after all, and if it's a competition, then you have to act like a competition."
"You are right, sir." Mo Qingyan did not refute and agreed with him.
Seeing how he was taught, the middle-aged chef said nothing more and turned around to continue processing the ingredients on the chopping board.
The middle-aged chef's son smiled awkwardly at Mo Qingyan, "Sorry, Brother Mo, my dad has a bad temper, but he doesn't mean any harm. Please bear with me."
"Do you know me?" Mo Qingyan didn't expect that the middle-aged chef's son actually knew her.
The middle-aged chef's son said excitedly: "Of course I know you. I watched your live broadcast! I also made three-fresh dumplings according to your dumpling-making tutorial."
The middle-aged chef who was processing the ingredients heard what his son said, looked up suddenly, and asked his son, "Li Bo, was that kid making those three-fresh dumplings?"
"Yes, Dad. This is the Brother Mo I told you about." Li Bo introduced with a smile, "I learned how to make the three-fresh dumplings from his video, as well as the improved egg fried rice, lychee meatballs, meatball vegetable soup, and steamed red dragon with vermicelli."
"It's you?" Li Zhenmin looked at Mo Qingyan as if he were looking at an opponent. "Did you make all those dishes my son mentioned just now?"
Li Zhenmin was surprised when Li Bo prepared these dishes for him to taste.
Every dish is a combination and cooking method that has never been seen before.
Those seemingly absurd combinations actually produced unexpectedly delicious results.
At that time, Li Zhenmin thought that his good-for-nothing son had finally come to his senses, and that he had finally come to his senses in the heavens.
He was so happy that he even spent all his savings to buy his good-for-nothing son a set of game consoles that he would never have bought before.
As a result, after getting the game console, his son said that he learned it from a live broadcast on the Internet.
He was so angry that he slapped the soles of his shoes.
Unexpectedly, the person who actually invented those dishes was the young man in front of me.
"It's me." Mo Qingyan nodded and admitted it very straightforwardly.
Wow, Mo Qingyan didn't expect that the other party's son would directly name a long list of dishes, almost all the dishes he had cooked on the show.
"You kid, you have something." Li Zhenmin immediately became interested. He originally thought that this kid was just here to show off, but he didn't expect that he was really capable.
Then, Li Zhenmin glanced at the table in front of Mo Qingyan and asked in surprise, "That's all you brought?"
I found that the ingredients this guy brought were so simple that it didn't seem like he was coming to the competition.
Apart from a carrot, a cucumber, some ordinary cilantro, and seasonings, there was only a plate of things wrapped in plastic wrap, and no one knew what they were.
He hadn't noticed it just now, but now seeing this kid bringing such a small thing, Li Zhenmin couldn't help but be surprised.
"Are you really here for the competition?"
"Yeah." Mo Qingyan nodded and said with a smile: "If I'm not coming to the competition, why would I come here?"
"So this is all you brought?" Li Zhenmin looked at the vegetables, meat, and more than a dozen different seasonings on his desk.
Look at Mo Qingyan’s few ingredients and seasonings that couldn’t be simpler.
Shocked.
This kid didn't even bring a stove.
Mo Qingyan smiled and said, "Yes, this little bit is enough."
This cold skin is made in advance and can be considered a semi-finished product.
The chili oil has also been sautéed in advance.
All you need to do on site is add the final ingredients.
Zhang Zhenmin really wanted to ask Mo Qingyan what dish she was going to cook, but thinking that this was a competition, it would be inappropriate to ask her that.
Then, he changed the topic and said, "I am the chef of a five-star restaurant, Li Zhenmin. The person next to me is my son, Li Bo. Young man, who are you from?"
Mo Qingyan introduced herself: "Amateur cooking enthusiast, Mo Qingyan."
"Amateur?" Li Zhenmin was incredulous. "How is that possible?"
How could someone who can make such unique and amazing dishes be an amateur?
"Yes, I am an amateur culinary enthusiast." Mo Qingyan said with a smile: "My main occupation is to ruin a family."
"Spendthrift? What kind of job is that?" Li Zhenmin was confused.
Li Bo immediately helped explain: "Dad, Brother Mo is a super rich second-generation, he is really not a professional chef. Cooking is just his hobby. His main job is spending money."
Li Zhenmin couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. It was the first time he saw someone who made spending money a profession.
There are all kinds of weird rich second-generations nowadays.
Li Zhenmin felt that there was no point in continuing the conversation today, so he turned around and scolded Li Bo, "Look, an amateur cook is better than you, what reason do you have not to work hard? What are you still standing there for? Go cut the vegetables."
Li Bo said with a wronged look on his face: "Can you blame me for this? If you want to blame someone, blame you for not passing on your culinary talent to me. Otherwise, I might have become a state banquet chef by now."
"You are the chef for state banquets and the chef for cooking pots and spoons. Why don't you get to work?" Li Zhenmin raised the pot and spoon to hit Li Bo.
Li Bo immediately picked up the kitchen knife and shouted, "I'll cut the vegetables. I'll cut the vegetables right away."
The audience in the live broadcast room were amused by this scene.
"Haha, this Li Bo is quite funny."
"Then Li Zhenmin doesn't look that annoying."
"I didn't expect Brother Mo is also a joke teller, haha. On the side, he's a cooking enthusiast. His main job is spending money."
"The only one who can make it seem like losing money is Brother Mo."
"By the way, what is Brother Mo going to do?"
"Yeah, a carrot, a cucumber, some cilantro, some onions, and some peanuts? These things don't look like they go together!"
"The focus should be on the other plate, wrapped in plastic wrap."
"Why do I feel that the thing wrapped in plastic wrap looks like a pancake?"
"You know what, it really does look like a round pancake. But this pancake is so soft, how can it be folded?"
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Mo Qingyan was in the first row.
The judges will taste their dishes first, so they need to prepare them earlier than others.
There are still a few minutes until half past nine. Most of the contestants had arrived and were busy with their own dishes. Only Mo Qingyan seemed to be the most relaxed.
You can wait until the competition officially starts to prepare the side dishes for the cold noodles, and you will still have time.
Otherwise, if the side dishes are soaked in chili oil for too long, the taste and flavor will be ruined.
Not to mention, the scene of hundreds or thousands of people cutting vegetables and cooking together is quite spectacular.
There were quite a few spectators watching outside.
This competition was so big that of course there were a lot of media coming to film it.
Except for a few media outlets that were able to enter the competition to shoot, other media outlets could only shoot or broadcast live from outside.
There were only two minutes left until half past nine. Suddenly, a group of men and women in uniform came in, surrounding a young man in a red chef's uniform, and walked straight to the first row, the middle position.
This scene is much more eye-catching than when Mo Qingyan arrived.
Those men and women were all holding plates of various sizes filled with various ingredients, as well as various kitchen utensils.
He even brought three small portable refrigerators.
Compared with this scene, Mo Qingyan felt that she was nothing.
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