The pork belly melts in your mouth, so you've already won half the battle in terms of ingredient selection. Although your plating might be slightly inferior, your basic skills are very solid.
The most important thing is the control of the heat. I just saw that you were unconsciously adjusting the heat of the casserole the whole time, and you were able to keep the heat constant throughout.
Honestly, if the information weren't right here, I would never believe you've been learning to cook for less than two and a half years.
Liu Xu'an's eyes were full of admiration, and a different expression finally appeared on his square face. It seemed as if he was lamenting that he was getting old, or perhaps he was feeling gratified for the future of the culinary world:
"I randomly checked twenty pieces of roast pork, and the quality of each piece was the same. This control over the heat, the sensitivity to fire, and the judgment of ingredients are things that many older chefs cannot do."
You have tremendous potential; I see unlimited potential in you, the kind of potential a young chef can have.
He sighed softly and slowly uttered his last words:
"Therefore, after unanimous discussion and decision by the judging panel, the score given by our judging panel is - 8.9 points."
8.9 points?!
The highest score in the history of "Chef Showdown"?!
"laugh--"
"Bang bang bang!!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"I hereby announce—the new champion of the World Chef Showdown has been crowned! Congratulations to—Xu! Mi! Lu!!"
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
"Champion!"
"Aaaaaaah!!"
The entire venue erupted in cheers. Fireworks and jets of air exploded around the stage, and a holographic projection of Xu Milu's half-body was projected into the air. Countless people shouted and screamed in front of and behind the screen, and the barrage of comments almost flooded the entire screen.
Guan Wenyan walked over, dipped a chopstick into the broth in the jar, and tasted it. His previously somewhat unconvinced expression softened, and his gaze towards Xu Milu became even more complicated.
"I lost."
Bai Bao'er stole a glance at Xu Milu, seemingly lost in thought.
Jack Brown kept a close eye on Xu Milu the whole time, as if afraid she would run away.
Sayuri Mishima pursed her lips and frowned, seemingly unable to accept this outcome.
Andre Adams crossed his arms, looking somewhat regretful but not particularly surprised.
Even as colorful fireworks landed on Xu Milu's shoulders, she still felt a little unreal:
She...won?
Did it also achieve the highest score record since the inception of "Chef Showdown"?
"Junior Aunt! You won!! Go up and claim your prize!!!"
Amidst screams, Li Ning shouted at the top of his lungs, seemingly using all his strength:
"We won!! We won!!!"
It wasn't until she held up that heavy gold trophy and faced countless flashing lights that Xu Milu finally felt the reality of this world.
This is an honor that belongs to "Xu Milu" and has nothing to do with her other identities.
...
...
Three days later, at the Ningcheng villa.
The living room was packed with people, with Old Liu sitting in the center, surrounded by a circle of former neighbors, all of whom were full of praise for him.
"Oh my dear brother, your granddaughter has really made something of herself! She's a world champion! You've brought us so much pride!"
"Dami has been smart since he was little. I could tell when he was playing in the mud with my grandson..."
"This kid is a bright student, and now he's even managed to become the world's number one chef..."
"Ah, that's why they say life is unpredictable. Old brother, you're going to enjoy a good life from now on!"
"Otherwise, I could have my grandson learn to cook from Da Mi in the future. That would be a good way out for him, wouldn't it?"
"Wow, look at this trophy! It's all gold! Real gold? It must have cost a fortune!"
Old Liu sat on the sofa, his face beaming with pride, yet he insisted on feigning indifference.
"Oh, no, she's just a kid, still young. Don't praise her like that... Oh, she's just a world champion... a gold trophy, really... Don't touch it... What if you break it?"
Sun Zhi brought the fruit over, and when he returned to the kitchen, he saw Liu Hongmei hiding in front of the refrigerator making a phone call.
"What? You went out with Ren Honghe again?"
Now that you've won an award, shouldn't you treat your mentor to a nice meal at your home? And your grandpa and aunt have been saying they want to give you a big red envelope...
Where did you go?
“My master went back to Beijing a long time ago. He doesn’t care. Besides, this is just a small prize. We’ll celebrate when we win a big prize.”
Xu Milu was about to rub her nose when she was stopped by the heavy protective suit.
She looked up at the blue trail left by the moon in the sky, and as far as the eye could see, there was a vast expanse of white snow. The fully automated Antarctic planting base, which had already been put into use, was bustling with activity, and the green trees in the snow were particularly eye-catching.
She couldn't help but sneeze:
"Uh...would you believe me if I said I'm not on Earth right now?"
(The following are illustrations of the dishes featured in the competition. Please choose to view them late at night. Images are from the internet.)
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