Chapter 171: Assessment Ends [5th Update]
After Tu Rongrong stayed in the kitchen for more than twenty minutes, the time officially arrived at 14:20. The one thousand candidates who passed the first round of assessment in the morning were also sent to the cooking classroom in batches.
Because the candidates each have limited free time, they negotiate with each other and choose who will start the assessment first. The first batch of people to be assessed are the first 100 people who have time now but may not have time later.
【bite--】
The big screen outside also lit up at this moment. The candidates in the cooking classroom all had exactly the same image, and their privacy was well protected. Everything except the candidates was clearly captured.
Tu Rongrong stood at the front of the cooking classroom. All the stoves had been put away and all the candidates were brought to a long table.
Tu Rongrong stood opposite the examinees and said to them, "Now we begin the second round of assessment, flavor analysis."
"That is to say, I will give you some seasonings, you taste them and tell me what they are." Tu Rongrong waved her hand, and solid powder and liquid seasonings appeared on the long table.
"If anyone can't identify the seasoning, then you'll be eliminated," Tu Rongrong continued. "We're rushing to recruit students this time, so even if you're eliminated, it's not because you can't learn cooking well, it's just because you haven't studied for a long time."
"Now, the test can begin." Tu Rongrong made a "please" gesture, and then she asked the candidates to identify the taste and name of the condiments in front of them.
Outside.
"Identify the flavors of the condiments and name them?"
"Oh my god, this test is much harder than the one this morning. We can't even recognize all the condiments."
"Oh my god, I recognize sugar and salt, but what are all these powders?"
"The second round of assessment is indeed much more difficult than the first round."
"What should I do? It seems so dangerous just looking at me."
People outside expressed sympathy for the candidates, while the remaining candidates who had not yet taken the test were all nervous and worried about whether they would pass the test later.
In the classroom.
"This is soy sauce." One candidate said with a bitter face. He just took a sip of soy sauce and it tasted so salty.
"It's vinegar."
“It’s pepper.”
"This... is octagonal?"
"Peppercorns, so spicy."
"This one is easy to recognize, it's chili powder."
"Huh? What is this? It feels a bit like star anise? Or cinnamon?"
Tu Rongrong stood by and watched the candidates slowly report the names of the seasonings with bitter faces. Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were of course easy to identify. After all, they had all passed the first round of assessment and it was impossible for them not to be able to tell the difference.
The first batch of candidates passed the test quite easily. Twelve out of a hundred people passed, and the rest were eliminated. They didn't recognize more condiments.
After that, there were batches of assessments, and finally more than 400 candidates were left in the second round of assessments.
Tu Rongrong looked at the time and found that there was still plenty of time, so she prepared to take the test of smell identification again.
"Of the remaining four hundred or so candidates, we will only accept one hundred in the first batch, so three hundred of you will need to be eliminated. Therefore, we will conduct another assessment."
"We'll give you ten minutes to rest. We'll conduct the test again in ten minutes." Tu Rongrong said to the candidates.
Tu Rongrong began to prepare the test items. She squeezed the fruits, vegetables and other ingredients into juice and mixed them together. Some were one or two kinds, while others were more than a dozen.
Ten minutes had passed after Tu Rongrong finished, and she started the third round of assessment.
Outside.
"Another assessment? What's the content this time?"
"The last assessment was really tough. I even had to mix soy sauce, cooking wine, vinegar, and other ingredients together to figure out how many different seasonings there were."
"If it were me, I would be completely confused. I wouldn't be able to tell any of them apart."
"And then there's the matter of adding all sorts of powders together and trying to identify the spices in there and what they are. Oh my god, I definitely wouldn't be able to pass that."
"We don't even know who's taking the test, and we don't even know who the top performers are."
"The host is very protective of everyone's privacy. It seems that no one who took the test knows how others performed, because they all see the same face."
"I really want to know who is the person who can identify ten spices."
"I also want to know who made braised pork elbow and Dongpo pork."
"Here it comes, the third round of assessment has begun."
"What? The third round of the test is still about smell identification?"
"Oh my god, this time it's not about identifying seasonings, it's about identifying the flavors of fruits and vegetables?"
"I understand juicing fruits, but can vegetables be juiced as well?"
"Pfft—what did this guy drink? Why is his face wrinkled like this?"
"That, that... and that, his face instantly turned red. Did he drink the chili spray?"
"Oh my god, pepper spray!? How unlucky is it to drink pepper spray?"
"Oh my goodness!"
The audience watched with great interest the various expressions of the examinees in the classroom as they drank all sorts of strange things. Tu Rongrong also quickly identified the students who could stay.
After four hours in the afternoon, Tu Rongrong finally selected one hundred students. She even picked out seven students with outstanding talents. They were not only talented but also had sharp tongues.
Tu Rongrong even discovered that one of the students had particularly good knife skills. Although not as good as a truly outstanding chef with outstanding knife skills, it was much better than some novice chefs who had practiced knife skills for several years.
After the assessment, Tu Rongrong kept 100 students and gave them access to the cooking class, while the qualifications of those eliminated candidates to enter the cooking class were revoked.
Tu Rongrong stood at the front of the classroom and said in front of the students.
"After a day of assessment, you are the ones who finally stayed and became students in our culinary classroom."
"You are the first batch of students. I don't know when the second batch will be admitted. But since you have been able to stay after this day's assessment, I also hope that you can take cooking seriously."
"I'm very happy that you want to learn cooking, because as more and more people learn to cook, Chinese cuisine will gradually be revived. Of course, in addition to Chinese cuisine, there are also other countries' cuisines that can be revived."
"As more and more people learn to cook, I can just order takeout when I want to be lazy. If I don't want to cook, I can just buy someone else's food. It's very convenient, isn't it?"
"So, in order for me to still be able to eat delicious food when I don't want to cook in the future, you must take your cooking lessons seriously, okay?" Tu Rongrong's tone was expectant and a little pleading. She sincerely hoped that her students would study hard so that she could be relaxed when she wanted to be lazy.
"Yes!" the students responded excitedly.
"Okay, it's almost dark here, so I won't teach you today. Starting tomorrow, you can use your free time to come to our cooking class to practice cooking. We update the tutorials every day." Tu Rongrong looked at the time. It was already past six in the afternoon. Although she didn't need to cook, she was still a little tired and wanted to go back and lie down.
Students: “Yes!”
"Because I'm considering that you might not all still be students, and you might all already have jobs, I don't ask you to spend seven or eight hours a day learning cooking. Just one or two hours of practice a day is enough."
"Then, our cooking class charges a monthly fee of 50,000 credit points." Tu Rongrong said with a smile, "This money is used to buy the ingredients you use when practicing cooking. You can say that I really don't make any money teaching you cooking."
"Okay, you can go now. Starting tomorrow, you'll each find a short time to practice. I'm solemnly telling you that you must practice for at least two hours every day. Otherwise, if you miss ten times in total, you'll be automatically expelled."
"Well, that's all. Let's go." Tu Rongrong waved her hand and sent all the students out. Then she went back to the master bedroom, lay down, and left the second world.
Today's word count adds up to 11,000...
It’s late, good night.
(End of this chapter)
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