The strongest gourmet food system

Chapter 691 Chapter 224
Zheng Ke didn't have time to talk to Pu Shenyong. After tidying up the operating table, he looked towards the center of the venue.

The hostess was silent, as if waiting for something.

Should be waiting for the judges?

When Zheng Ke noticed that there were three empty seats directly in front of the operating platform, he immediately understood the intention of the hostess.

Sure enough, after staying for about three or four minutes, six judges came out from the aisle. The three judges who walked in front came to the judges' seats of group A, and the three judges behind walked to group B.

The host introduced the six judges respectively, and there was warm applause at the scene.

The six judges invited for this Asian competition are all famous gourmets in Europe.

Zheng Ke is not familiar with these gourmets, but other contestants seem to discuss these few gourmets with special enthusiasm.

"The chief judge of our group is actually the 'Food Dancer' Tiffany Nelson." Gan beamed with a smile on his face.

Zheng Ke looked at the judges sitting in the middle. It was a young woman with fiery red hair, wearing a long white dress and large sunglasses, covering most of her face.

"Is she famous?" Zheng Ke asked curiously.

"Country bun. She ranks 50th among European gourmets. The other two gourmets are also in the top 100." Ganha glanced at Zheng Ke with a look of contempt.

"Is that so?" Zheng Ke nodded slightly. In Europe, the number of gourmets is beyond imagination, and being ranked 50th shows that they are indeed very powerful.

The other two judges, the blond old man Lamb sitting on the left, and the long-haired young man Ross sitting on the right are also among the top [-] gourmets in Europe. It seems that this competition should be better than expected. stricter.

After the host finished the introduction, the staff also pushed the trolley full of ingredients to the center of the stage, and the contestants' eyes instantly focused on the stage—what is in the trolley?
"The next step is the focus of this competition—the topic. The topic of this competition is very open. Everyone uses the ingredients in the dining car to make a dish! There is no limit to the type, but the ingredients you choose must be 80% usage rate. Game time is 2 hours, now the game begins!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the English translation immediately echoed throughout the venue.

The contestants on both sides rushed to the cart immediately after the English disappeared.

Zheng Ke was the second contestant before reaching the cart. He quickly looked at the ingredients in the cart and considered what to cook.

"Stinky boy, rush to the front, and don't take the ingredients, go to the back and wait?"

Zheng Ke was taken aback for a moment, before he figured out what was going on, he felt a person jump out from in front of him and squeeze him behind.The man looked back at Zheng Ke with a smirk on his face.

Seeing someone standing in front of him, Zheng Ke simply took two steps back and glanced at the contestant who squeezed him out. He was not too tall but had dark skin and a strong physique. He seemed to be an Indonesian contestant. .

"What happened to that little guy?"

"Why did you push Zheng Ke out?"

"It's disgusting, it has no quality!"

People in the stands yelled at the Indonesian players.

"It's disgusting! Why did he push Xiao Zheng Ke out?" Kobayashi Longdan pointed at the Indonesian player.

"That's right, this is Japan! Does he not want to leave Japan?" Kuga Teruki rolled up his sleeves and shouted loudly.

"Don't say that...it's not necessarily a bad thing for Zheng Ke to let others choose the ingredients first." Yishihui said with narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jiu Wo Zhaoji looked at Yi Sehui in surprise, but the veins on his forehead were already raised.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. You look like a monkey who hasn't fully evolved in terms of cooking skills or mind. This competition is only two hours, and it also includes material selection and cooking design. Every process must be accurate to the second. In this How much time can you waste in arguing in the game?" Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning explained impatiently while holding his glasses.

"But, isn't that bastard too irritating?" Jiuga Teruki almost jumped up.

"Bouncing up and down, he's becoming more and more like a monkey." Ji Zhiguo Ningning said expressionlessly.

"Braid girl, have you come to be my aunt?" Jiu Wo Zhaoji had a hideous face, quite dissatisfied with Ji Zhiguo Ningning.

"Okay, stop arguing, you two. Don't forget, there is not only one topic in this competition. In addition to using the ingredients in the dining car, you must also use 80% of the selected ingredients. If you don't think about what to cook , it is likely to take more ingredients. The reason why Zheng Ke didn't speak out was because he didn't have time to argue with that contestant. For him, the most important thing right now is to choose the most suitable dishes for the group stage."

Yisehui looked at the arena, and the player who pushed Zheng Ke out of the cart had already returned to his operating table with the ingredients in his arms.

As Ji Zhiguo Ningning and Yisehui said, Zheng Ke is really thinking now, choosing the right dishes.

"What's the matter? Haven't thought it through yet?" Park Shenyong said in a soft voice when he walked past Zheng Ke, with a sinister smile on his lips.

Zheng Ke, however, acted as if he hadn't heard it, muttering to himself, completely ignoring Pu Shenyong.

Pu Shenyong immediately felt as if he had been humiliated, with bulging veins on his forehead, he said fiercely in Zheng Ke's ear, "Zheng Ke, you waited. I must take revenge!"

"That's it!"

Just as Pu Shenyong walked away, he heard Zheng Ke yell suddenly, so frightened that he almost threw the vegetable basket in his hand.He turned around quickly, but saw Zheng Ke walking to the side of the pusher, picking out the ingredients he needed.

The whole bastard!

Until Park Shenyong put the vegetable basket on the operating table, his heart was still beating.

"Hey, this chef named Zheng Ke seems to be the last one?"

"I don't know what he wants to cook?"

"I just hope that you don't let us down."

"How is it possible? He is one of the ten heroes of Yuanyue, how could he not win against foreigners?"

"I think so too, but Zheng Ke is really too slow."

"Why panic, there are still [-] minutes left? There is enough time!"

"I hope so?"

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The audience in the stands talked a lot, and the whole venue was full of discussions, including those who supported Zheng Ke, and some who questioned Zheng Ke's cooking.

At the same time, at the top of the stand, two people stared intently at the big screen, watching Zheng Ke who walked back to the console.

"Tofu, ham, eggs, lettuce, sesame oil..."

A teenager took a rough look at the ingredients that Zheng Ke put on it, thinking about what Zheng Ke might cook.

"Brother Ye, this man named Zheng Ke must be cooking Sichuan cuisine, right?" A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old asked the person sitting beside him.

"Ah? Him? I've only seen him cook a few times... I'm not sure what he's going to do. Eh? Aren't you from the Oriental School? It shouldn't be hard for you, right?" The young man surnamed Ye smiled.

"What's the matter if I'm from the Oriental School? But I'm good at Cantonese cuisine, not Sichuan cuisine? If he cooks Cantonese cuisine, I'm sure I'll guess it right away." The young man looked unconvinced.

Really, I was underestimated by this bastard again.It's a pity that I accidentally lost to him in the national competition, and was overwhelmed by him, feeling depressed.

"Don't be angry, even if he cooks Cantonese cuisine, you won't be able to guess it."

"Impossible! Ye Qiuling, how many times have I told you? In the East, there is no one whose Cantonese cuisine is better than mine. After all, I am also one of the 'Eight Pavilions of the East', the 'Guangdong Pavilion'!" An angry look appeared on the boy's face .

"Let's take a look then? Maybe he has the opportunity to cook Cantonese cuisine? You're right, Wang He." Ye Qiuling smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)