Chapter 43 Competition (Part 2)
"Making potato pancakes? Really? That's great? Do you need me to help you?" Zhou Yang was a little curious and a little excited. He really wanted to know what kind of potato pancakes Lin Qiyuan could cook.
“…No, I can do it…on my own.”
"Okay, do it yourself." Zhou Yang didn't insist with him. He walked back to the tea room, rinsed his mouth and went upstairs.
He had originally planned to go out for some steamed buns and soy milk and head to the studio early to finish the game. However, for Lin Qiyuan's potato pancakes, he was willing to wait.
Potato pancakes were something Lin Qiyuan was very familiar with. The aunt who had quit her job to take care of her grandson loved making them for breakfast. Therefore, whenever Lin Qiyuan saw potatoes, he only thought of potato pancakes.
At this time, Cheng Fei was probably sleeping soundly and even ten alarm clocks wouldn't wake him up.
Lin Qiyuan sent a text message to actor Yu Yangxu, who had an irregular work schedule. He heard that Yu Yangxu had recently taken on a role under pressure from his parents, and that he was working very hard, leaving home early and returning late.
[Lin Qiyuan: How to make potato pancakes?]
The makeup artist was putting makeup on Yu Yangxu when she heard the WeChat notification tone on her phone. She thought her little cutie was sending her some warmth, but when she opened it, she found it was Lin Qiyuan, who hadn't sent her a private message in a hundred or eighty years.
Normally, Yu Yangxu would have gossiped about why Lin Qiyuan wanted to learn how to make potato pancakes. But lately, he'd been incredibly busy, and his little cutie was sometimes grouchy, so he hadn't had time for much small talk.
It was rare for Lin Qiyuan to ask him for help, so he thought about it, opened his phone, searched for a potato pancake making tutorial, and sent it to him.
The video is only one minute and fifty-eight seconds long. After watching it, Lin Qiyuan found it extremely simple.
Peel, steam potatoes, make pancakes, fry, and serve.
The first step was to peel the potatoes. The tools at home seemed not to be good enough. After peeling the big potato, only one third was left. Lin Qiyuan took out the remaining three from the safe.
The second step was to put the potatoes into the steamer and start steaming them. Everything went smoothly. Fifteen minutes later, thick steam came out of the steamer and an alarm sounded. Lin Qiyuan turned off the steamer and the potatoes were steamed.
In the third step, the potato pancake that was originally intended to be pinched into a heart shape seemed to become a cockscomb, and the normal round pancake was pinched into an octagon.
Step 4: Fry in oil.
Heat oil in a pan and add potato pancakes.
The oil didn't give me any face and splashed all over my body and the ground.
When Zhou Yang heard the noise and rushed into the kitchen, Lin Qiyuan had already turned off the out-of-control fire.
A plate of black potato pancakes has been placed on the plate, waiting for the owner who loves food and doesn't mind the taste to come and taste it.
It’s too dark. Did they put too much soy sauce in it?
"How is it?" Lin Qiyuan's eyes were filled with anticipation.
Zhou Yang: “…………Is it okay?”
Lin Qiyuan frowned slightly. It’s just okay?
Zhou Yang: "It's pretty good. Although I haven't tried soy sauce potato pancakes, I have a feeling it must be delicious."
"...No soy sauce was added." Lin Qiyuan pursed his lips slightly, thinking that this was all just random guesses.
"...Oh, really? Some fermented bean pastes are quite colorful."
"No fermented black bean paste was added." Lin Qiyuan's mouth drooped.
“…Although it may not look good, the taste is definitely top-notch.”
Lin Qiyuan raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared from the corners of his eyes.
Zhou Yang was the first to pick up a piece of potato pancake, put it into his mouth tremblingly, and gently took a bite of the slightly lighter edge.
Hey, it’s actually still edible, even though there’s no salt.
"How does it taste?" Lin Qiyuan looked at Zhou Yang.
"……Good."
"Oh, then you should eat more."
"...I ate too much last night, so I'm not hungry." Although the food is edible, it doesn't mean it tastes good. In this day and age, there is no need to put yourself in a difficult position.
...Overeaten? Who did you eat with? That woman?
There was a storm in Lin Qiyuan's eyes, and he really wanted to ask him what he had eaten with whom last night.
"Gurgle, gurgle——" Zhou Yang's stomach growled loudly twice.
From the time he finished lunch yesterday to the time he ate this potato pancake, Zhou Yang had eaten two chocolates. It was perfectly normal for his stomach to protest at this time.
However, it will be difficult to end the matter without a reasonable explanation at this time.
Zhou Yang: "...My stomach is too full, haha."
In order to prove that what he said was true, Zhou Yang tried hard to hold back a burp to make his words more convincing.
Then, under Lin Qiyuan's death gaze, he changed his shoes and ran away.
Lin Qiyuan used his chopsticks to pick up the piece of potato pancake that Zhou Yang had bitten, and took a bite of the one next to it.
Half a minute later, all the potato pancakes were thrown into the trash can.
He could actually tolerate such disgusting food, so Zhou Yang must not be completely without affection for him...
Bar.
When Zhou Yang was about to reach the studio, he bought two egg-filled pancakes on the roadside, added pork tenderloin and sausage, and ate them to his heart's content.
Junk food is so damn delicious.
After finishing his meal, Zhou Yang began working on the order he'd taken from Lu Feng. After all, he was an acquaintance, and since it was the studio's first order, Zhou Yang wanted to make it perfect, so it took him a while longer. After typing the last code character for the game, Zhou Yang clicked save and decided to take a break before starting testing.
He looked up at the clock. It was a quarter past nine. He looked around again and found that Song Xuhong had not arrived yet. This was strange.
Since the studio opened, although it hasn't received any other orders except Lu Feng's, Song Xuhong's enthusiasm for the studio has not diminished at all. He rushes into the office at 7:30 every day and is busy with art design, publicity, and recruitment.
Zhou Yang was afraid that something might have happened to the other party, so he sent him a WeChat message.
There was no response from the other end, and Zhou Yang couldn't help but think more and decided to call him.
Song Xuhong's unique cell phone ringtone sounded from outside the door. Zhou Yang looked over and found that he came in with a thick stack of information.
“Come and help!”
Zhou Yang walked over puzzled and helped him share some of the weight.
"Why did you print so much information? What are they about?" Zhou Yang put the information on the table, picked up the top one, and asked while looking at it.
Song Xuhong panted, pulled out a piece of white paper with black words printed on it from the bottom, and handed it to Zhou Yang: "Look for yourself."
Zhou Yang was stunned after reading the title: "Competition?"
"Yes, a competition, a big competition!" Song Xuhong pointed to the first paragraph of words on the white paper. "See? This is a creative online game competition jointly organized by several major companies in the industry. There's also the Chinese branch of MK from the United States, the Chinese branch of OMH from Country Y, and Anxia, Changmei, and Leska, the three giants of the Chinese gaming industry. This competition has to be authoritative."
In addition to these well-known design companies as organizers, there are also some co-organizers from non-design industries, which are also well-known large companies in China.
"So you're going to attend?"
"Bullshit, of course it wasn't me, it was you!"
Zhou Yang pointed at himself: "Me?"
"I know my own strengths and weaknesses, but you're different. Whether it's technical talent or creativity, you've got it all, giving you a real advantage in the competition. Bro, damn, our studio is counting on you!"
"Huh? What does this have to do with the studio?"
"Look—" Song Xuhong moved his finger down to the competition rewards at the end, "If you win first place, your game will be publicly auctioned at the largest Longyuan Auction in the country. This is such a huge publicity, much better than those crappy flyers I print every day!
Look at these judges: Zheng Guoqian, Pei Weijia, Ma Ling, Xu Liangwei. Which one of them isn't a benchmark in the industry? If you can get the appreciation of one of them, you will be famous, and TV stations will be waiting to interview you! "
Zhou Yang carefully read the competition flyer and found that the rewards were indeed generous, but the participation requirements were also very strict.
Because it is a competition that mainly encourages and attracts young people, the age limit is under 30 years old, the academic degree must be no less than a 211 undergraduate degree, and the applicant must have independently completed at least two game designs and won awards recognized by the university or industry.
These conditions help the organizers screen out a large number of people who are interested in participating in the competition, and the remaining people who are able to participate are already the best in the game design industry.
Zhou Yang naturally meets these conditions.
Regardless, this is indeed a great opportunity for the studio to make a name for itself, and there's no reason not to participate.
Moreover, he has always wanted to clear himself of the "unjustified crime" of "plagiarism" in the industry. Winning first place in the competition and crushing those people professionally is the best way to clear himself.
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