The next second, the female judge's fork fell onto the plate, making a crisp sound, and then she covered her face and choked up.
The host was completely at a loss. While asking the staff for tissues, he tried to maintain order and said, "After the demonstration, I think everyone knows that Chef He's fried chicken cutlet is definitely not simple. The other two judges have also tasted it. I wonder what their reactions will be. Now I'll try it myself and see what kind of dish could make the two judges lose their composure..."
After saying that, he cut off a small piece of the chicken cutlet that the old judge hadn't finished eating.
As he put that small piece of chicken cutlet into his mouth, an extremely shocking shockwave slammed into the top of his head. He felt as if his internal organs were being attacked, and he had no fighting power to resist it. He heard someone singing praises for him above his head. In the instant his soul ascended to heaven, he saw his hometown from his childhood.
Brick and stone houses, country lanes, and smoke rising from chimneys all around as noon approached. He was wearing open-crotch pants, playing until he was covered in sweat, and returned home hungry.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw that his mother had prepared the dishes and placed them on the table. She then came over and patted the mud off his body.
She smiled beautifully and gently, without blaming him at all. She even made him sit properly in his seat and fed him spoonful by spoonful.
Looking back on his glamorous and successful life in the city after leaving his hometown, he always had too many complaints and too little love for the woman who had taken care of him since he was a child. Every time they talked on the phone, he would impatiently say, "I know, Mom."
Only a few years later, when he saw that woman again, he suddenly realized that she had a full head of white hair and looked very different from her youthful and beautiful appearance when she was a child.
He had long forgotten his original intention, forgotten that the reason he worked so hard to earn money was actually to support her!
A man in his thirties suddenly squatted on the stage, holding the microphone in one hand and covering his eyes with the other, and burst into loud sobs.
The people in the audience, watching for a while, realized something was wrong and were all dumbfounded.
Did they really not accidentally stumble upon some kind of relationship advice show?
Why would someone cry while eating a dish? Is that scientific or reasonable? Are they all shills?
Fortunately, the two judges remained rational. They didn't cry, but they both seemed to have very complicated feelings. After a long silence, one of them finally spoke up: "It's really hard to imagine that I could eat such a delicious dish in my lifetime. I can't give this dish a rating."
Another judge said, "A dish with such creativity and soul can no longer be classified as a competition entry; it should be called art and enter the hall of gourmet appreciation."
Chef Wang couldn't believe it. Ignoring his pride, he rushed forward and devoured all the remaining chicken cutlets in front of the female judge. He couldn't believe a high school girl could cook anything delicious; they must have been bribed...
He bribed her.
Before I could even utter the last two words, my mind went completely blank.
He had forgotten what he wanted to say, because the exquisite taste swept over him and completely overwhelmed him.
What an exquisite flavor it was! The golden custard rolled on the tongue, made up of every single grain of rice, each grain completely coated with egg yolk, mixed with the aroma of chicken. Under the unique sauce that was slightly sour and had a hint of sweetness, each bite of the chicken cutlet was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, two completely opposite extremes.
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