Ah Wang tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to fly off; it was harder to suppress than an AK.
The thought of showing off my skills in front of the entire school made me tremble with excitement.
Unable to resist wiping the dough with his hand, he suppressed a laugh and said, "Okay! We'll do as you say, we'll make Kung Pao Chicken."
Seeing that both parties had reached an agreement, the principal had the staff bring over two portable gas stoves and all the condiments to divide into portions for each side.
On the table, you can see that the chefs on both sides are using exactly the same ingredients, which means it's time for a true test of skill.
Ah Wang looked at the familiar ingredients with great pride and spoke to the principal.
"To be fair, let's cook back to back, so neither of us can see what the other is doing."
He did this to prevent the other party from learning his cooking techniques and following his steps exactly; he certainly couldn't give them that opportunity.
The principal agreed after listening, and Qin Yi had no objections.
So the two of them cooked back to back on the stage, several meters apart.
But both the people on stage and the students below could see the cooking process.
At the principal's command, "The competition begins!"
The first step for both of them was to marinate the chicken.
First, cut the chicken into small cubes, then add the marinade ingredients and cold water, and mix well.
Next, prepare the ingredients you will need.
I chopped the white part of the scallion into small sections, cut the dried chili peppers into small segments, and then made a sauce using the seasonings on the table.
Awang finished the process quickly, while Qin Yi was a little slower; it was unclear what she had been busy with earlier.
Then both sides opened fire and started frying peanuts.
Fry the peanuts in cold oil until they gradually become crispy, then remove them from the oil.
Next comes the most crucial step: cooking. All the ingredients are ready.
Both chefs have excellent basic skills.
Qin Yi did not choose to toss the food into the air a meter high in this situation.
She also carefully rotated the food in a small area to heat it up, and then coated every bit of sauce onto the chicken pieces.
Finally, mix the fried peanuts thoroughly, plate and serve.
Chef Awang finished his work a little earlier than hers and is now waiting for this side to be completed.
Seeing that both sides had finished, the principal instructed the staff to bring eighteen sets of bowls and chopsticks, and then spoke.
"I will randomly select four teachers and four students to come up on stage and taste the dish you have prepared. With my vote, we will have a total of nine votes. We will divide your dish into nine small portions, and each judge will taste two portions and then choose their favorite bowl. Do you think this method is feasible?"
Qin Yi asked, "Will the referee know who made that dish?"
He Hongbo replied, "After we distribute the dishes, we will shuffle all the bowls so that you won't know who made each bowl while you're eating. You'll only find out after you've finished eating. Please rest assured, it will be fair and just."
After hearing this suggestion, Awang nodded and said, "Blindly eating is the fairest way. Let's do as the principal says."
So the principal randomly selected four students from the audience and then randomly selected four teachers from the teacher group.
Zhang Xin was lucky enough to be chosen by the principal to go on stage as a judge. Zhang Kexin secretly handed her mother a plastic bag and instructed her, "Mom, if you eat the delicious bowl, eat less of it and bring some back for me to try..."
Nine judges sat in a row on the stage, each with two identical white porcelain bowls in front of them.
It also contained two portions of Kung Pao Chicken that looked almost identical, except one was darker in color and the other was lighter.
"Alright, let's eat."
The principal gave the order, and everyone picked up their chopsticks and began to sample the food.
Awang was excited and stared intently at the nine people on the stage.
I'm quite confident in my ability to make this dish.
He saw the principal pick up a piece of food with his chopsticks and nod, which should have been a sign of approval.
Then I picked up another bite with my chopsticks, but there was no reaction. Does this mean it's not tasty?
It's definitely not his portion. Customers who have tried his dish say it's pretty good, and he's confident in himself.
Why did the teacher next to me take a bite and then pour it into the plastic bag?
This must taste terrible.
He knows his Kung Pao Chicken well; while it may not be up to the standards of a five-star chef, it's certainly not so bad that it's worth throwing away.
Thinking about it this way, I seem to have a better grasp of the situation.
"Ding ding ding! Time's up. Judges, please place the bowl you think tastes better in front of us so our staff can count the votes."
A host stepped onto the stage, looked at the white bowls placed in front of each judge, and began announcing the votes: "One vote for the business group."
"Two votes from the merchant group."
"The merchant group has three votes."
Awang broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. What was going on? He didn't get a single vote? That shouldn't be the case.
The host continued announcing the votes: "Four votes for the business group."
Ah Wang: If I lose by just one more vote, I'll be completely defeated. God, please give me some votes!
Host: "One vote from the cafeteria group."
Ah Wang breathed a sigh of relief. "Now it's my turn."
The host continued, "The business group has five votes."
Ah Wang froze upon hearing this, and he couldn't even hear what the host said next.
"Six votes from the merchants group."
"Seven votes from the merchants group."
"Eight votes from the merchants group."
Host: "All votes have been counted. The business group received eight votes, and the cafeteria group received one vote. The business group wins!"
"Wuhu~!" The students below jumped up excitedly!
"Boss Qin is the best!"
"Boss Qin is number one!"
Qin Yi felt a little embarrassed by the enthusiastic calls from her classmates, so she put her hands together and bowed to the audience to thank her diners.
Awang found this scene even more jarring, and his eyes turned red.
Feeling both upset and indignant, he thought for a long time before finally picking up the microphone and questioning the principal: "How do you know that the bowl in front of you was cooked by her and not by me?"
The principal slowly stood up, picked up the bowl, and patiently explained, "Look at the bottom of this bowl. Your nine bowls have orange stickers on the bottom, while Mr. Qin's bowl has a purple sticker. The tops of your bowls are exactly the same. After we shuffled the order, we couldn't tell who cooked the dishes. The only way to cheat is to look at the bottom of the bowl. But just now, only one of us lifted the bowl, which was Teacher Zhang Xin. I don't know why she put the dishes in a plastic bag. The remaining eight of us didn't lift the bowl, so there was no possibility of cheating."
"Even if we deduct Ms. Zhang Xin's vote, it's still 7:1, and Mr. Qin still wins. But here I'd like to ask Ms. Zhang Xin, why did you use a plastic bag to put that bowl of Kung Pao Chicken?"
Zhang Xin took the microphone and glared at Zhang Kexin, who was hiding behind Zhang Ke'ai in the audience.
The younger daughter hid behind her older sister's shoulder, peeking out one eye at her mother on the stage, then decisively pulled out her smartwatch and called her father: "Hey! Daddy, come save me!"
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