Time ticked by, and an hour and a half of the match had already passed.
Overwhelmed by the aroma of Chef Wang's secret-recipe braised chicken, the atmosphere in the entire venue became restless, and even the judges were starting to get a little impatient.
The host kept explaining, and the topic basically revolved around Chef Wang's braised chicken, only occasionally mentioning He Jing, because the charm of braised chicken was just too irresistible.
Chef Wang's braised chicken was simmering in the pot over a low flame. He also took the opportunity to show off his carving skills, carving a uniquely shaped old hen out of a carrot. The hen stood on one leg on the plate, looking lifelike. The host even asked the photographer to zoom in for a close-up photo.
He Jing has fried chicken nuggets for the fourth time. Although it's not the same plate of chicken nuggets, the cooking method looks the same.
If the production team hadn't repeatedly confirmed that she was indeed the chef hired by the Zhou family at great expense, they would have thought she was just there for fun.
Just as complaints began to rise from the audience, doubting He Jing's abilities and blaming her for being so slow, He Jing's chicken cutlet was finally fried.
She squeezed on her homemade sauce, pressed the finish bell, and the host practically rushed up from the side of the stage, shouting, "It's done! It's done!"
There were also food lovers in the audience who had specifically paid for tickets to watch the game. Upon hearing this, they perked up and began to chime in with their comments:
"Finally finished. This chef named He Jing is such a dawdler."
"So young, his skills don't look very good at all."
"Exactly, I don't know how she got in here. Couldn't they have sent a better chef?"
"Sigh, where can you invite a famous chef to a small competition like this? I guess He Jing was paid to come here to enhance her resume. After all, when she goes out to find a job, having the reputation of being a champion of some competition sounds good."
"Alas, the reputation of the culinary world has been ruined like this."
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Almost no one thought He Jing could win, whether it was because of her age or her cooking skills.
Liu Fu, the owner of Xingwang Hotel, sat in the last row with Zhou's father. Liu Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, it seems I have won this match. The young lady you found is pretty, but unfortunately her skills are not very good."
Mr. Zhou smiled as well: "Really?"
He glanced at He Jing, who remained calm in the center of the room, and said with feigned flattery, "It seems I'll have to start calling you Boss Liu or General Manager Liu from now on."
Liu Fu said "please flatter me" but he was secretly very pleased with himself.
So what if he used to work for Zhou's father? He's turned his life around now.
From then on, when people mentioned hotels in City A, who would think of Zhou's Hotel? It was still Zhou's Xingwang Hotel that dominated the market.
At this point, the judging session had begun. The host couldn't resist and, shamelessly, picked up a piece with his chopsticks and tasted it before serving the dish to the judges.
He tried to smooth things over while eating, making the audience laugh, but he suddenly couldn't continue the joke halfway through.
On the LED screen, a huge version of the host's blissful face appeared. His expression, as if he was so happy he wanted to cry from the delicious food, seemed completely genuine. He chewed slowly, as if reluctant to swallow it so quickly.
The audience on stage were eager to try it; they knew that Chef Wang's braised chicken smelled so good, it must be delicious!
After the host finished a bite of roasted chicken, he wiped away a tear with emotion and said, "Dear viewers, after this competition, you must go to Xingwang Restaurant to try this braised chicken. It is the best braised chicken I have ever eaten in my life, without a doubt."
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