Jiang Shushu originally wanted to eat a few more bites of the delicious food, but because there were too many chefs and too few dishes, the food was gone before it was their turn.
Jiang Shushu looked at the empty plates that were as clean as new, and his heart ached!
My requirements are not high. Not just a bite, but half a bite is fine.
Host: "In the final round, the top three will be selected. Will the ingredients be the same as before? However, this time, each participant can freely choose five ingredients. In 60 minutes, they will use these five ingredients to make three dishes and one soup."
The ten chefs were all excited to hear they could choose their own ingredients, and were all eager to get to work. But when they heard they had to prepare three dishes and a soup in 60 minutes, their faces immediately fell, and they all looked unhappy.
Chefs: They're underperforming by having to cook so many dishes in such a short time. Why have the rules been changed so many times this year? Not only is there a raffle for ingredients, but they're also having to have three dishes and a soup? Isn't that ridiculous?
The host noticed the atmosphere was off, and quickly explained, "Each of you is a master chef, with your own specialties, but you're all chefs at state-owned restaurants. You all know that meat isn't always available, so we need to stay close to everyday life and better serve the people. A good chef is someone who cooks quickly and tastes good."
After the host said this, the ten chefs on stage had no choice but to accept it. If they disagreed, wouldn't they be admitting that their food was only good for the taste, not the speed? How could a good chef admit that he was not good enough?
The ten people came forward in order to choose the five ingredients they wanted, and then returned to their own kitchen seats.
Host: "The competition is about to begin. We look forward to the wonderful performances of all the chefs! Ready, 3, 2, 1, competition begins."
As soon as the host finished speaking, the ten chefs on the stage showed off their skills in cutting vegetables.
Jiang Shushu was stunned watching from below. Wow, wow! Is this cooking or performing?
Brother who is cutting potato shreds in his hand, I only see the shadow of your kitchen knife, please don’t cut your hand.
The guy shredding the cabbage, are you serious about shredding half a head of cabbage in 8 seconds? I only saw you move your knife up and down, and the vegetables were already in the bowl.
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When Jiang Shushu looked at Zhang Yao, his heart was in his throat, fearing that the kitchen knife, of which he could only see the afterimage, would cut his hand.
Chef Zhang, please stop pretending and stop looking away. Could you please take a moment to look back at your hands? We're not afraid of ten thousand things, we're just afraid of one, right?
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Jiang Shushu felt that his two eyes were not enough. He could see this but not that. When he saw the exciting part, he just wanted to say something wonderful and praise it, but before he could finish his words, someone else had finished the work in their hands. Who can understand this feeling?
Host: "Time is up, please invite the three judges to come on stage to taste the food."
Han Ri was very nervous at this time, "Xiao Jiang, do you think Chef Zhang can win?"
Jiang Shushu felt a little guilty when he saw the nervous Han Ri. He had just been busy watching the chef show off.
Jiang Shushu was confident and affirmative, "Of course he can. In my heart, Chef Zhang is definitely the best. I believe in him."
Jiang Shushu also started to get nervous at this time, especially when the three judges walked to Zhang Yao's kitchen seat, Jiang Shushu could even hear his own heartbeat.
Jiang Shushu kept looking at the three judges' faces, afraid that they would show dissatisfaction or frown. The three judges just glanced at each other and went to the next kitchen. Jiang Shushu didn't understand what they meant.
After tasting the dishes, the three judges walked to an empty corner and discussed with each other. Although no one could hear what they said, everyone's eyes were focused on the three judges.
Zhao Daming: "I choose 1, 6, and 9. What about you?"
Li Minghao: "I choose 1, 6, and 8."
Jiang Jiayou: "I choose 1, 6, and 8."
Zhao Daming: "Okay, then the third place is No. 8. Who do you think is better between No. 1 and No. 6? Their taste is comparable, but I prefer No. 6." It's because No. 1 put peanut butter in one of his dishes, and the taste of peanut butter is really disgusting.
Li Minghao: "I also choose No. 6. There's no difference in taste between the two, but the presentation of No. 6 is better than No. 1."
Jiang Jiayou: "I personally prefer ingredient number 1. I choose number 1, 2 to 1, so number 1 comes in second and number 6 comes in first."
The three people told the host the result.
Host: "The judges' results are out. Next, I will announce the winners. Third place winner is number 8."
Number 8 stood up happily.
"Second place, number 1."
Number One also stood up, but it was obvious that he was not satisfied with the result.
Jiang Shushu and Han Ri silently counted in their hearts, No. 6, No. 6, No. 6...
"First place... Number 6."
Zhang Yao smiled immediately, revealing his 16 big yellow teeth, and then ran forward with a smile.
Jiang Shushu also laughed when he heard No. 6, "Brother Han, No. 6, No. 6, did you hear that? We won."
Han Ri also laughed out loud, "I heard it, we won."
Then the three judges came forward to explain why they chose these three as the top three and gave them certificates, trophies, and prizes.
After listening to this, Zhang Yao looked at Jiang Shushu with gratitude.
Zhang Yao took the trophy and certificate, Han Ri took the prize (20 kilograms of bacon, 10 kilograms of sausage, and 50 yuan in diplomatic currency), and Jiang Shushu returned to the guesthouse empty-handed.
Zhang Yao happily borrowed the guesthouse's kitchen to fry a pot of sausages to celebrate, and the three of them had a delicious meal.
"We were able to win this game thanks to Xiao Jiang. I'm here to thank you."
"Chef Zhang, you're being polite. I was just helping out a little. The victory really depends on Chef Zhang's excellent cooking skills. It has nothing to do with me."
"Don't be so modest. If the presentation wasn't so beautiful and I hadn't used peanut butter, I might not have won first place."
Han Ri: "Haha... no need to push each other around, you two are both great contributors."
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After lunch, Jiang Shushu asked, "Are we going back on the bus tomorrow morning?"
Zhang Yao: "Yes, there is no direct bus to Q City in the afternoon."
Jiang Shushu smiled and took out the shopping list. "Uncle Zhang, Brother Han, aren't you going to attend the chef exchange meeting later? It's still early. This is my first time in the provincial capital. I want to go to the department store and buy some things for Sister Juanjuan and Sister Xiaoni."
Han Ge: "Can you go alone? Or how about I accompany you after we finish the chef exchange meeting?"
"Sure, I'm quite skilled. I've been practicing martial arts with my dad since I was a kid. Even hooligans can't beat me. Besides, it's broad daylight, so it's safe."
Zhang Yao and Han Ri looked at the gentle, fair, tender and lovely Jiang Shushu, and they were a little bit unconvinced.
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