"Dear guests, fellow food lovers, this competition has brought together renowned chefs from 68 hotels, including all five-star and four-star hotels in the city. We will compete in three consecutive cooking competitions to vie for the title of Linhang City Chef King..."
In the center of the stage, the host spoke incessantly, arousing the enthusiasm and expectations of all the guests.
The host then briefly introduced the backgrounds of the participating chefs: "Let's focus on the chefs. First up is Chef Wan, number two, from the five-star hotel Royal Resort..."
As the host introduced the chefs one by one, each chef would greet and nod when his or her name was called, and there would be bursts of applause.
Of course, he deliberately missed No. 1 because that was the chef of their Century Star, who was at home and would be introduced last.
Yu Wuwei also gradually got to know the chefs present. The fat chef who looked down on them in the parking lot was named Pu, and he was also from a five-star hotel. No wonder he was so arrogant!
Following the host's introduction, Yu Wuwei sighed inwardly. Only then did he realize how difficult it was for their restaurant to participate in this competition.
There are chefs from 68 hotels on the scene, 16 of which are five-star and 34 are four-star, which accounts for 50 of them. Now the host is still introducing the three-star ones.
The chefs are numbered in sequence, that is, the first one over there is No. 1 and the last one is No. 68.
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and their seats also represent their identities.
Since the first one starts with five stars, there will be no four-star levels in between until the last five-star level.
After all, they all came to participate in the competition on behalf of the hotel and must pay attention to their own identity.
Maybe some hotels are rivals and don't have a good relationship so they don't want to sit next to each other, but that's only within the five-star hotels. No five-star chef would sit in a group with four-star hotels for that reason.
Of course, no four-star hotel dares to interfere with the five-star hotel, let alone the three-star hotel.
So since the five-star hotel has reached number 16, there is no seventeenth one, and the four-star hotel has reached number 50, there is no thirty-fifth one.
From No. 51 onwards, the ratings are all three-star, which means that before the last three-star rating, the ratings in between are all three-star.
Although Yu Wuwei didn't communicate with them much, he could tell from the conversation between the two chefs next to him that they were from Samsung and they were No. 67.
That is to say, there are seventeen three-star restaurants, and this is just a small restaurant that is completely inferior to the others. It is quite eye-catching just to be able to stand here.
While Yu Wuwei was daydreaming, the host walked up to him and began to introduce: "And the last one is Chef Yu, number 68, from Chaoxianju!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Wuwei also stretched out his hand to wave, but the embarrassing thing was that except for the group of people in front of him, such as the Feng family, no one else applauded to welcome them.
The guests were all filled with doubts and whispered to each other:
"Which hotel is this Chaoxianju? How come we've never heard of it?"
"I've never heard of such a hotel! Is it newly opened? How many stars does it have?"
"Who knows? The host didn't even pronounce the star. I guess there's no star?"
"How did they get here to compete without any stars? Didn't they see that all the chefs here are from at least three-star hotels?"
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The situation was awkward for a moment, and the host had to come out to smooth things over: "You may not be familiar with Chaoxianju, but according to internal research, this restaurant is a time-honored restaurant that has been passed down from generation to generation in China. It has a history of at least four hundred years and serves authentic Chinese classical cuisine..."
"Manager Bai!" The host surnamed Bai was interrupted by a slightly annoyed voice before he could finish his words. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. The voice came from kitchen table No. 6. Yu Wuwei remembered that his surname was Tan.
The deputy manager, who was clearly quite well-mannered, froze for a moment after being interrupted, then immediately returned to normal. He looked at Chef Tan, number 6, and asked, "Chef Tan, what can I do for you?"
Chef Tan was clearly in a bad mood. He said coldly, "Since you, Century Star, brought us together under the guise of a city cooking competition, it should be a competition among the city's top chefs. Why did you, Century Star, bring in this obscure little restaurant today?"
As soon as this statement was made, it was immediately echoed by a group of participating chefs. They also felt that Century Star was really arrogant. They blatantly used a backdoor and made them compete with a chef from a small restaurant that they had never even heard of. It was really shameful.
Yu Wuwei's face darkened when he heard this. Where did this fool come from? What good will it do you to target me like this?
Although he was slightly annoyed, he didn't say anything. Not only did he not say anything, he also stopped Feng Chuge who was about to speak with an angry look on his face.
He was invited by Liu Fengyang himself, and this Chef Tan was not only targeting him, but also trying to show Liu Fengyang his displeasure.
Liu Fengyang is the boss here, and I believe he will handle this matter well. All he has to do is give these arrogant top chefs a good slap in the face, which will be more effective than anything he can say.
Feng Yuanzheng and his son had been paying attention to kitchen table No. 68 when Chef Tan spoke. After seeing Yu Wuwei's performance, they nodded with satisfaction.
Very good, he stays calm and doesn't get angry when encountering things, he doesn't overstep the line, he knows his limits, he is calm and composed, and they are very satisfied with this.
Afterwards, when I looked at these chefs again, I secretly shook my head. These chefs nowadays are so disappointing!
The atmosphere in the catering industry is not as good as before, which makes him, a food lover, feel sad.
Liu Fengyang frowned slightly. He was the one who invited Yu Wuwei personally. This Old Tan was questioning the other party so openly, and in his own home court. It was simply a slap in his face. It would be strange if he was in a good mood.
At the same time, he secretly took note of the other party's hotel, and was still a little confused. Although they were fierce competitors and sworn enemies, they still gave each other face in public. What was going on with such a fuss today?
Are we going to have a falling out?
Although his Century Star is not yet the absolute leader in the Chinese catering industry, he is not afraid of trouble. If there is really a need to challenge, Liu Fengyang will be the next one to take over.
Although he was thinking about it, he was the chairman of a group after all, and he had to show due composure and pay attention to his image in such occasions.
Walking forward slowly, Liu Fengyang spoke loudly, "Chef Tan, isn't that a bit extreme? I personally invited Chaoxianju Hotel, and I've tasted the food there myself. It's definitely no worse than an average star-rated hotel. I think I'm fully qualified to participate in this competition!"
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