As soon as the box was opened, a tangy, spicy, and refreshing smell hit my nose.
This gave him a jolt.
"It seems pretty good," he commented.
Li Shangui smiled and glanced at him, teasingly saying, "You'll know once you try it; it's not just pretty good."
Wu Zhengchuan didn't use disposable gloves; instead, he grabbed a chicken foot with his bare hands and put it in his mouth.
The moment he put it in his mouth, he suddenly felt a sour, spicy, and refreshing deliciousness rush straight to the top of his head.
“It really works.” After taking a bite, he looked at the remaining half of the chicken foot in his hand and carefully analyzed it.
"These bones have undergone special processing, making them very chewy."
"And the flavor is also perfectly marinated."
"It is indeed a rare and exquisite piece."
Wu Zhengchuan had to admit that Li Shangui was right.
Lu Rong's spicy and sour chicken feet are indeed at the level of top chefs nationwide.
Although there is still a lot of room for improvement compared to him, Lu Rong is only twenty-one or twenty-two years old.
There is still a lot of room for improvement in the future.
Even he himself might not have been able to reach that level at that age.
Hearing Wu Zhengchuan's praise, Li Shangui was overjoyed.
"I told you so, this young man is truly extraordinary."
"Speaking of which, the National Culinary Competition is starting next month. Do you think he's qualified?" Li Shangui looked at Wu Zhengchuan, wanting to hear his opinion.
Ever since he tasted Lu Rong's spicy and sour chicken feet, he had the idea of recommending Lu Rong to participate in the competition.
The National Culinary Competition is the largest culinary competition in China.
It is held every three years.
This competition will feature top chefs from all over the country.
Some of them are incredibly talented, achieving remarkable skill at a young age.
Some work hard and constantly study, trying to explore the ultimate deliciousness.
There are even some who claim to be culinary geniuses and monsters.
Even a simple dish he makes is a global sensation.
You'll be able to see these culinary figures at the competition.
Participants in the culinary competition cannot simply sign up; they must be recognized and recommended by important figures in the culinary world before their application can be approved.
For example, their recommendations.
Of course, to ensure quality, even people like them can only recommend one person, no more.
There are 100 slots available for this competition.
It looks like a lot, but China is so big, with over a billion people.
Those who can participate in the competition are one in tens of millions.
It is already a great honor for a city to have even one person participate in the competition.
Li Shangui's meaning was simple: he thought Lu Rong could be recommended to participate in the national culinary competition.
But Wu Zhengchuan hadn't made up his mind yet.
He pondered for a moment, then said, "I don't think we can make a decision so quickly right now. We need to see the results of this food festival's competition before making a final decision."
"Isn't it obvious? There's no doubt that young man Lu Rong will win the championship at this food festival." Li Shangui asked hurriedly, puzzled.
Wu Zhengchuan shook his head: "You don't actually think they're the ones with the highest sales right now, do you?"
"Huh, isn't that right?"
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