Zhang Xin said helplessly, "Principal, my children are all loyal fans of Boss Qin and wanted to try the Kung Pao Chicken. After I tasted the one Boss Qin made, I packed it up for them. I didn't think it through, and I'm really sorry."
He Hongbo laughed heartily: "It doesn't matter, it won't affect the result. It seems that Boss Qin is not only popular with college students, but also with elementary school students."
Zhang Xin raised an eyebrow: "Our teacher likes it very much too."
Seeing so many people praising the young chef, Ah Wang felt even worse.
How could a chef who graduated from a professional school be inferior to a street vendor?
The only vote he received was from a teacher who had a good relationship with the cafeteria owner.
Does everyone else at the scene know this Boss Qin?
So everyone voted for her?
Puzzled, he continued to press Teacher Zhang Xin, "Teacher Zhang, how did you figure out which one was made by Boss Qin, and pack it up before even revealing the secret?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xin couldn't help but laugh: "Because I have a sense of taste. I can tell which ones taste good and which ones don't just by tasting them..."
Awang was still unconvinced: "That's your subjective judgment. Can't I just say mine tastes better?"
At this moment, the principal stepped in to smooth things over: "Although I am not a formal food critic, I do enjoy this kind of food, so let me comment on these two dishes."
He held up two small bowls in his hands to show the audience.
"First, look at the hue. One color is darker, and the other is lighter. The richness of the flavor is a matter of personal preference, but have you noticed a little detail?"
"The dish with a lighter color looks cleaner, not because of the different shades of the sauce, but because all the dried chilies in this dish have been hollowed out and the seeds removed. In contrast, the dish with a darker color has many chili seeds that haven't been cleaned off and are still stuck to the food. So one bowl looks clean and neat, while the other looks a bit less satisfying."
"Let's taste it again. The diced chicken in both dishes is sweet and sour, but the dish on the right, which is darker in color, is noticeably more sour. It's not bad on its own, but compared to the dish on the left, it's a bit too sour and overpowers the flavor of the chicken."
"Finally, regarding the overall taste, the one on the left is more fragrant, while the one on the right feels too strong in flavor and slightly bitter."
"In summary, the dish on the right is inferior to the one on the left in several small details. These are minor issues on their own, but when combined, they make a huge difference."
Awang was still unconvinced after hearing this: "Principal, what do you know? Kung Pao Chicken is a dish with a spicy and savory flavor. My recipe is all authentic, learned from a culinary school. You really don't know how to appreciate it."
He Hongbo shook his head. This little chef is too stubborn. With so many people, can't he tell who makes the best food?
Qin Yi had been watching from the sidelines the whole time. When she heard the principal comment on the two dishes, she silently gave Mr. He a thumbs up in her heart. As expected, the old man was shrewd; he had seen through the key points of the dish.
But the chefs in this cafeteria team were clearly still dissatisfied.
Qin Yi asked the principal, "May I try these two dishes?"
He Hongbo nodded in agreement: "You two should try it and see if I'm right."
Qin Yi tasted the remaining two Kung Pao Chicken dishes on the plate.
The difference between the two dishes became immediately clear.
Awang also took a bite of each.
He ate his own plate first, and it was still a solid performance, tasting the same as usual. He thought it was still very delicious.
Then I ate Boss Qin's plate.
He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
...
After savoring it carefully, I picked up some chili peppers and other side dishes to chew on.
...
He was reluctant to admit it, but the taste on his tongue wouldn't lie to him.
Boss Qin's Kung Pao Chicken tastes so much better than his...
He even thought it tasted better than what his culinary school instructors made.
No wonder Teacher Zhang could tell at a glance which bowl was made by Boss Qin.
The two bowls looked only different in color, but tasted completely different...
Her sauce was clearly better than mine. How did she do that?
Awang was immediately deflated.
As Mr. Qin said at the beginning, food is objective, not subjective; your tongue will help you distinguish everything.
This time he understood that although he did well in the cafeteria at Shida University, he was just standing out from the crowd.
As the saying goes, there are always people more skilled than you; only by humbly seeking advice can he make greater progress in his culinary skills.
So he shed his arrogant and defiant demeanor, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to Qin Yi.
He said, "Today, Mr. Qin made me realize that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. I was too arrogant before, thinking that what the culinary school taught was the best and most excellent. I apologize for my ignorance and for the rude things I said before!"
Seeing that the other party apologized to her so earnestly, Qin Yi's anger subsided by half. She forced a smile and said to him, "It's alright."
He was the one who started the incident, and he was the one who apologized. With tens of thousands of people watching from below the stage, including many of his own customers, he couldn't be too aggressive, but he was still somewhat unhappy.
He Hongbo seemed to have sensed the little girl's feelings.
The school also made mistakes in this matter. The purpose of reporting the votes was to encourage the cafeteria team to recognize their shortcomings, which in a way indirectly facilitated this competition.
Feeling guilty, He Hongbo said to Qin Yi.
"Since it was said from the beginning that it was a competition, we must respect the results. I hereby declare that the banner that Chef Awang won is invalid. Our school will create a larger honor plaque with illuminated lettering for Boss Qin's shop, and engrave it with our school's official seal. You can hang it anywhere in your shop or stall as a form of recognition from our school. What do you think?"
Awang nodded first: "I agree, I'll accept the consequences of my bet."
Upon hearing this condition, Qin Yi's other half's dissatisfaction was also appeased.
If Cherry Girl's stall hung up this signboard, it would definitely be very eye-catching. It even has illuminated lettering, so you can see it from afar.
This was a pleasant surprise, much better than that worthless banner from before.
So Qin Yi remained calm and expressionless, but her tone was much better: "Then thank you for your kindness, Principal. I will definitely keep the plaque presented by your school safe and sound."
He Hongbo smiled and said, "Then I hereby declare that this year's Food Culture Festival has come to a successful conclusion!"
The students cheered and dispersed from the playground in groups.
As Qin Yi stepped off the stage, Cheng Yingtao rushed over, and the two gave each other a high five in perfect unison (〃￣︶￣)人(￣︶￣〃).
"Sister is amazing!"
Just as they were about to leave, the chef, Awang, blocked Qin Yi's way.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Yi asked, wondering if she was still unconvinced.
Awang quickly bowed to Boss Qin and said humbly, "Boss Qin, please don't misunderstand. I just wanted to ask you why your Kung Pao Chicken is so delicious. Could you please give me some pointers?"
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