Chapter 16 Chapter 16
He Tingting has already figured out how to set the rules.
The basic rules can be referred to the drafts in the 2000s. They are fair and allow voters to feel truly involved.
He Lili looked at what she wrote on the paper with some anxiety.
She doesn't recognize many of the words on it.
When He Tingting was almost done writing, the little girl finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Sister, what did you write?"
"Rules, the rules for the game the day after tomorrow."
He Lili carefully touched the dried writing on the top and asked, "What if the participants don't follow the rules?"
"Then disqualify them."
He Tingting alone cannot say this. Just like previous talent shows required a notary public to ensure fairness, their competition also needs someone who can control the situation.
He Tingting doesn't have any good candidates for the time being.
It would be best if this person has a higher social status and can command the support of the people.
Few people she knew fit the bill.
He Tingting thought that if all else failed, she could invite a few older people to be judges.
At least his age was there, and his words had some force.
After writing the rules, He Tingting pulled down the faded curtains in the west room.
This curtain is solid color. No one lives in the west room and it is not used for the time being. He Tingting cut the curtain into several sections and made her own promotional banners.
【Food Contest, one vote per person, vote for the best food stall in your heart!】
[Chef King Competition: Who is the Chef King of Bei'an? We invite you to taste it.]
【June 6th, all-day competition! 】
These three slogans are enough to let people know what kind of competition this is.
He Tingting put away the slogan and did not forget to sign in the blind box system.
For the first time, she saved up the lottery draw times, planning to use them all tomorrow.
The quality of the ingredients also determines the quality of the finished dish. Since it is a competition, you must always be serious.
He Tingting had discovered before that the things she drew from the system were always of better quality than those she bought outside or picked from the fields.
She planned to prepare a menu based on what she would draw tomorrow.
The next morning, He Tingting took her things and went out.
She arrived much earlier than usual. It was not the end of get out of class time when she arrived, so there were not many students outside the school gate. Small vendors were gathered in groups of two or three, talking.
He Tingting stood directly near the largest group of people.
"Good morning everyone, let's hang a banner together."
The stall owners had no idea what the banners meant and helped in a daze.
Tie the two ends of the banner to the tree and read the words clearly to understand what it is.
The vendor who bought the burrito applauded, "This thing is great! Anyone who can read will understand it immediately. There's no need to explain it over and over again."
People living near the university, even the villagers, are eager to learn. They can recognize a lot of words and can basically write their own names.
In addition, their original target audience is college students, so the propaganda effect of the banners is even better.
Wang Qi saw He Tingting surrounded by a group of people from afar, and felt unhappy.
"What are you all doing here?"
The pancake stall owner was watching the fun from the outside, and only squeezed in to explain when he saw Wang Qi.
"Xiao He made two banners for promotion. Look, isn't that it?"
Wang Qi took a look and felt a little happier.
If this thing is hung out, who knows how many passers-by it will attract.
But he still didn't approve of He Tingting.
"Tsk, little girls just love to do fancy things."
He Tingting simply ignored him and brought out the rules.
"Let me read the rules. If you disagree, please raise your hand."
"First, each contestant can choose different or the same dishes to compete, but the ingredients must be fresh and hygienic."
"Secondly, participants must be dressed neatly and appropriately, and the kitchen utensils used must be clean."
"Third, before voting, a credible referee should be selected to publicly count the votes."
"One last thing. Tomorrow I'll be handing out paper tickets to everyone. Each customer who purchases food will receive one ticket. No more tickets are allowed. No counterfeiting of ballots is allowed. No buying tickets is allowed. Anyone violating this will be disqualified from the competition. Does anyone disagree?"
These points are all well-founded and reasonable. People around me look at each other, and no one can find any objection.
The rules written by He Tingting are simple and fair, and it is obvious that she is not seeking personal gain.
Wang Qi wanted to disagree, but after listening to it, he felt that his rules were a bit embarrassing, so he simply spoke out to avoid becoming a tool to contrast He Tingting.
"Okay, then use your rules."
There are still loopholes in this rule.
As long as the referee who counts the votes stands on their side and helps to tamper with the votes, Tingting will not be able to win no matter how hard she tries.
Wang Qi even thought of a candidate.
There was a teacher at Bei'an University who was a frequent visitor to his home. He used to come here often to buy cakes and was quite familiar with Wang Qi.
If we invite a teacher, we will definitely be able to convince everyone.
He was thinking happily in his heart, as if he had already seen the day when he would successfully defeat He Tingting and win the championship and his stall would be full of customers.
Bei'an University is not located in a remote area, and there are people coming and going on the road in front of the entrance.
He Tingting's banner was hung for a day, and at least dozens of people came to ask about the situation.
Judging from this situation, there may be many more guests tomorrow than He Tingting expected.
All the stall owners who participated in the competition had happy faces.
Everyone knows that they can make more money tomorrow than usual.
Two kilometers away, some people were not happy with their noisy behavior.
In the Baolai Restaurant, a thin-looking waiter took advantage of the free time and went into the kitchen.
"Master Wang, guess what?"
Baolai Hotel is the largest hotel within a ten-mile radius and also has the best reputation among people.
When wealthy families get married or move, they like to hold a banquet at Baolai Hotel.
Chef Wang is the head chef here and he is usually very busy.
He glanced at the waiter and said, "I'm busy, don't guess."
The waiter touched his nose and honestly described the excitement he had seen.
"Those vendors at the entrance to Bei'an University are going to hold a food competition tomorrow. I heard they even put up a banner saying they're going to choose a chef!"
He laughed a few times, "They are just a bunch of rotten onions, and they dare to say they want to be the chef champion. Any chopper we send from the kitchen can beat them all."
Master Wang frowned when he heard this.
"If you have nothing to do, go mop the floor in the hall and don't bother here."
He was also an apprentice and knew that every chef has a hard time, so he didn't like to hear these words.
But there were so many people in the kitchen, and obviously not everyone thought so.
The chefs started gossiping.
"With that group of people, you still dare to say it's a battle for the chef's title?"
"If there really is a chef king, it should be our head chef. Those street vendors are nothing. Can the food in our hotel be as delicious as ours?"
"Yes, our head chef should be the king of chefs!"
The waiter who spread gossip was easy to deal with. Master Wang was always more lenient towards his apprentices and subordinates.
"Let's just do our jobs and stop discussing other people's affairs."
After saying that, he took the lead in the work, concentrating on picking out today's ingredients.
Half of the people in the kitchen were Master Wang's apprentices. Most of them were busy following their master, except for Han Yang, who had a bad temper and was not convinced.
"What a bullshit competition! I want to see how good they are at calling themselves the King of Chefs!"
The other two people beside him looked at each other, and one of them asked quietly.
"Han Yang has such a bad temper, he won't cause any trouble, right?"
Unexpectedly, Han Yang heard this.
His eyes were like torches, and he laughed, with a mixture of disdain and arrogance, saying, "Don't worry, I'll definitely go and destroy their place."
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