When the three arrived at the TV station, the program was about to start. The front was full of judges and audience members, and preparations were underway backstage.
Wang Jianbin stood alone on the stage in his chef's uniform, which was very distressing to watch.
Wang Donghai quickly explained the situation to the production team and stated that Liu Yihang was Wang Jianbin's assistant.
The production team didn't ask any further questions and let him in.
At the staff's prompting, Liu Yihang changed into a white chef's uniform and walked up from backstage to stand behind Wang Jianbin.
Only then did Wang Jianbin see who it was—Liu Yihang, whom he had met once before. Looking at his nephew waving at him from backstage, he understood everything. This little rascal, he had already told him he didn't need anyone's help.
Just as I was about to say something to Liu Yihang, the TV station lights came on, and they started recording a TV program.
"Dear viewers, good evening, welcome to our Chef King Competition."
Yesterday's showdown showcased the skills of two master chefs, and we look forward to them bringing us even more delicious culinary experiences today.
I'm sure everyone is eagerly anticipating whether Chef Wang Jianbin will win the competition today, or whether our reigning champion Chef Chen Keming will defend his title.
Everything will be revealed soon.
Alright, without further ado, let's announce today's competition topic: Street Talk at Night.
Today's competition includes an additional dish selection process. The dishes are fixed, and each of you needs to send an assistant to fetch them. No prior communication is allowed. Just do whatever you can get; it's all up to fate.
Now please look at the lift in the middle of the stage. On the hanging ropes are name tags for various ingredients. These are the ingredients you will be using in this competition.
When I count to three, the elevator will start moving very quickly, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Each of your assistants has one minute to go down to the elevator, select the ingredients, and get the ingredient name tags. The production team will then distribute the corresponding ingredients.
Just a heads-up, whatever they get, you must use those ingredients to cook the dishes from now on.
As soon as the host finished speaking, the entire studio erupted in an uproar, because it was just too exciting.
The chef and his assistant cannot communicate about which dishes to take; it's all about chance, which really tests the chef's skills.
The program team achieved the desired effect.
With the audience so excited, the ratings are bound to soar.
This elevator is three meters high, and it's very difficult to accurately tear off the name tag while it's moving at high speed. Plus, you only have one minute, so the amount of food you can get is quite limited.
Wang Jianbin glanced at Liu Yihang's small frame with a troubled expression. Could he handle it?
Why don't you talk to the production team and go on stage yourself?
Liu Yihang calmly surveyed the ingredients on the menu. The meats included beef shank, lamb leg, pork belly, crucian carp, lamb ribs, and tomahawk steak.
The title of this article, "Talking About Street Life at Night," is practically a perfect match for grilled skewers and beer, isn't it?
Looking around the small kitchen and the kitchenwares there, I saw the barbecue grill and charcoal in the corner.
While he was pondering.
Chen Keming's assistant was the first to make a request for material selection.
It was Chen Keming's signal that made him realize there was only one serving of each ingredient on the elevator. Fearing the other person might choose the better ingredients before him, he rushed ahead.
Chen Keming's assistant stood below the elevator.
As the host counted to three, a one-minute countdown appeared on the screen. The ropes on the elevator began to swing rapidly, moving up and down without any rhythm, changing position in an instant. It was difficult to even read what was written on them, let alone carefully select anything.
The assistant panicked. More than ten seconds had passed in a minute, and he still hadn't gotten a single name tag.
Chen Keming was also extremely nervous. He had underestimated the efforts of the production team. By doing this, the audience would enjoy the show, but the chefs would be completely lost.
Seeing that his assistant was hesitant to act, he quickly shouted, "Hurry up and grab it!" Grab whatever you can, it's better than nothing.
Seeing that he didn't say anything excessive, the host let him be.
As long as the communication isn't like directly telling your assistant what vegetables to grab, it's fine.
During the time he hesitated, Liu Yihang had already secretly decided which dishes to take.
In the last half minute, Chen Keming's assistant, seeing that he couldn't see clearly and couldn't get what he wanted, simply grabbed randomly, taking whatever he could get.
He used every trick in the book, jumping around under the elevator, and finally managed to grab three name tags.
"Time's up! Let's see what ingredients Chef Chen's assistant has gotten."
There are bamboo shoots, red bell peppers, and... tomahawk steak. Congratulations, Chef Chen, you've got meat and vegetables, and the combination is quite good.
Chen Keming himself was quite satisfied with the result. It was very good that he managed to get such a good combination from such a difficult-to-get brand name.
He could make a grilled tomahawk steak, garnished with bamboo shoots and red peppers, which would at least give it a visually appealing color, aroma, and flavor.
Chen Keming's assistant also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really scared to death. Luckily, he managed to grab a piece of meat at the last moment, otherwise the dish would not have been able to be made.
With things settled here, it was Liu Yihang's turn.
Wang Jianbin originally wanted to give him a few words of advice and let him do whatever he wanted, since it didn't matter anyway.
But remembering the production team's prohibition on communication, he kept quiet.
I knew I shouldn't have come to record this ridiculous show. If it's a cooking competition, just focus on cooking skills. Why all the gimmicks and gimmicks?
Liu Yihang calmly walked to the center of the stage.
"Are you ready?" the host asked.
Liu Yihang nodded.
"One, two, three... Go!"
The moment the elevator started operating, Liu Yihang took a running start and jumped up, accurately tearing off a name tag that read "Lamb Ribs".
Not only was the host stunned, but everyone in the audience gaped, unable to close their mouths for a long time.
The entire elevator seemed to have become Liu Yihang's toy, as if it could predict the location of the name tags. Wherever his hand touched, a name tag was picked up with ease.
Without the contrast of Chen Keming's assistant's frantic efforts, people might really think this is too simple.
He had collected all the ingredients he wanted in just half a minute and then stopped to wait for the time to run out.
The uncle and nephew Wang Donghai, sitting in the audience and Wang Jianbin, sitting on the stage, immediately had the same thought: "We made the right choice in asking him to save the day. He's damn good."
A hint of gloom flashed across Chen Keming's eyes; he hadn't expected him to find such a powerful accomplice.
The host quickly announced, "Stop! Let's see what ingredients this 'hero' has obtained."
This is lamb ribs, onions, green peppers, lamb leg, ginger, cilantro, and eggs.
There are seven ingredients in total.
It seems you came prepared. Could you tell us what dishes you think Chef Wang would cook with these ingredients?
The host, seeing that he was handsome, wanted to say a few more words.
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