Chapter 556 A Matter of Principle
The competition was very tight, with not only individual competitions but also team competitions.
After all, a large catering company has a large customer flow and it is impossible to rely on only one chef to support it. At this time, tacit cooperation between several chefs is needed.
Because there are so many contestants, the first round will be conducted directly by nationality, with groups of equal number of people competing against each other.
If a team wins, each player can get 0.5 points based on the team average score, which will definitely allow them to leave opponents of the same level behind by one stage!
For the losing team, each player will have 0.2 points deducted from the team's average score. It can be said that the rules of the competition are quite cruel.
There are still eight players left in Xia Hua Country, and coincidentally, they are drawn to play against Country R.
In the near future, R country cuisine will develop into one of the important cooking schools in the world. It has its own unique cooking methods and styles, and its influence is second only to F country cuisine.
R country cuisine has a history of more than 3,000 years. It borrowed from the traditional cooking methods of Xiahua and localized them. Later, watercress also penetrated in. In other words, R country has more advantages than Xiahua country in international chef competitions.
The eight chefs, who were in distinctive R-style, had their hair tied in a bun, with a bright red sun in the middle and the two traditional Chinese characters for "must win" on the left and right. They all held their chins high and crossed their chests, looking down at Chef Xia Hua.
"Your Xiahua Central Plains cuisine was stolen from our R country. There's no way you can win the competition. You might as well admit defeat now to avoid losing face again!" A man said in a low voice, enunciating each word, and then everyone laughed.
"Defeated guys, give up struggling. We don't need you to support us in winning again and again," another person said, shaking his head.
Country R has a small land area and a small population, but they actively participate in various international competitions, not to mention the chef competition they are extremely confident in. There are more than 30 chefs participating in the auditions, compared to the eight left in Xia Hua Country, they have 17 or 18 people who can hold on!
Except for An Zhiqiu, the rest of them have played against the R countrymen, and almost without exception they lost the game without any suspense.
Chef Xia Hua was extremely ashamed and angry, but they lacked the confidence to refute with confidence. They just gritted their teeth and straightened their backs. Even if they lost, they could not show cowardice or weakness.
An Zhiqiu took a deep breath, chuckled and said, "Our Xiahua cuisine dates back thousands of years, much earlier than yours. These are all recorded in real historical materials and archaeological evidence.
I wonder if you can provide strong evidence?
I think the facts are the facts, and what you say will never erase the existence of the thousands of years of Xiahua’s leading cultural history.”
The R country chef didn't expect that someone would dare to refute Chef Xia Hua, and they were indeed hit in the sore spot by An Zhiqiu. They both knew who borrowed from whom, but it was a pity that one side did not stand firm, and the other side pretended not to see the self-deception.
"You Xiahua people are only good at talking, but you have no real skills!" They grunted and tried to change the subject.
“This is a matter of principle, and we must of course make it clear.
However, I think you are a little scared. Since you think you are great cooks, you should not bluff. Wouldn't it be more convincing to let the judges and the audience judge?"
"Oh, we just don't want to waste time and energy," the man standing in the front laughed and clenched his fist and said, "Well, since you are so ungrateful, let's have a competition and make you lose sincerely. Let's see how our R country cuisine crushes your Xiahua's embroidered pillow!"
An Zhiqiu nodded, "That's right, whether it's a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk."
The referee announced the start of the competition, and the two teams went to their respective work areas and gathered together to discuss the dishes.
They need to prepare ten tables of identical formal and highest-standard banquets for guests, including staple dishes, soups, vegetables, desserts and other dishes. This requires the chef to make reasonable combinations to meet the different needs of various diners, and more importantly, to whet their appetite.
Among the eight chefs, An Zhiqiu is the youngest. The others are mostly in their thirties or forties, and there is even an old man with gray hair.
"I think if we want to have a chance of winning the competition with Country R's chef, we have to bring out our Xia Hua country's real trump card, the Manchu-Han Feast!
There are eight of us. Each of us can choose the five dishes that we are best at and make a simple version. Even if we lose, we can still save some face in the battle." The old man stroked his beard and arranged it with himself as the leader. "I think it's better to do this. You can first tell me what you are good at, pasta, desserts, soups and porridge, meat dishes or vegetarian dishes?
I am a top-notch soup cooker and have made soup for many leaders. If I only make soup, I am not inferior to Country R at all! "
The other chefs had no idea and could only follow him, saying, "I'm good at making pasta. Even if I make steamed buns with no vegetables, people can eat three or five at a time!
They are good at making hand-rolled noodles, wontons, dumplings, buns, and pan-fried buns. People who come here to eat here can block the whole street!"
"I'm good at vegetarian dishes. Even people who are picky eaters can eat a few bowls of rice with these dishes..."
"Let me take care of the meat dishes..."
Several people mentioned their past achievements with slightly excited expressions.
"Chef Yu, Chef An, what about you?" They had quickly selected the dishes they were good at from the Manchu-Han banquet and turned to look at the two quieter people.
Yu Zhi is the descendant of a Cantonese family. Although he was once defeated by a chef from Country R, that chef was one of the best in his country and the difference between them was only 0.05, almost a tie.
"I think," Yu Zhi frowned and said, "we can't be too pessimistic. Our Xiahua cuisine is diverse and emphasizes harmony. The more dishes there are on a table, the more harmony we can achieve, and this is the key to success.
It stands to reason that you can prepare the best dishes for entertaining guests by cooking your best dishes. But is this really the case? "
An Zhiqiu also added, "We don't know much about each other. We have only been in contact for half a month. But it is certain that our cooking styles are different. Putting them together in such a simple way still lacks peace and gives people a sense of chaos."
"Chaotic? Do you think cooking is like writing an article?" The old man sneered, "Young man, don't think that winning a few competitions means you are at the highest level in the culinary world of Xiahua.
What fair competition? Just deceive outsiders.
Everyone knows how rich your sister An Zhixia and your brother-in-law Fang Yuan are. One is the boss of Tomorrow Culture Company, Jinxiu Real Estate, Huida Company, as well as some movie studios and welfare institutions; the other is a transportation tycoon with businesses all over the country, and he will use his money to help you get a good ranking.
If I had a relative like this, I would have won beautifully as well!"
(End of this chapter)
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