My system can be changed

It's a pity that except for Lin Haoyu and Jia Qian, no one knows how wonderful it is.

"The last step."

Yang Ruiteng didn't care about other people's actions, he took a pinch of some ingredients for embellishment and flavor enhancement, and sprinkled them on the cabbage neatly, mixed with the clear chicken soup, which seemed clear and watery, and seemed to have no taste.

Only Jia Xuntian's eyes were startled suddenly, trembling slightly, swallowing his saliva:

"Boiled cabbage, this Yang Ruiteng has hidden a killer weapon."

As the president of the food association, Jia Xuntian naturally knows how difficult this boiled cabbage is to make, and how indescribable the taste is - even at state banquets, boiled cabbage is the best among them.

The most high-end delicacies often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Yang Ruiteng reached out and knocked on the table a few times, trying his best to send out the loudest signal.

"President, I'm done."

The servant on the side immediately stepped forward and translated loudly with a smile.

boom!
Jia Xuntian also glanced at his watch immediately, only 5 minutes had passed since the beginning!

"Tsk, Yang Ruiteng's speed is actually faster than the previous group of guys who used speed as a point of scoring."

Jia Xuntian nodded in disbelief, tsk tsk in admiration.

Even though the broth of boiled cabbage is prepared in advance, the process of making it is extremely cumbersome, and it is extremely difficult for a general Samsung chef to finish it within 10 minutes.

Nodding his head, Jia Xuntian took a plate of boiled cabbage from the servant and said with a smile:

"Yes, Yang Ruiteng, the speed and strength have been greatly improved."

Yang Ruiteng smiled, and tapped the table a few times:
"It's ridiculous."

Bowing his head, he took a sip of the fragrance of the cabbage in boiling water, which was completely inconsistent with its appearance. Jia Xuntian picked up the chopsticks, slowly picked up the small cabbage, and put it directly into his mouth.

Crispy and sweet, the most important thing is that it is mixed with the aroma of pure chicken soup.

Jia Xuntian tasted it quite satisfied, nodded, put down his chopsticks, and said silently in his heart:
"Not bad, the taste is eight, the taste is eight, overall it is no problem to score eight."

Jia Xuntian’s ratings have always been famous. Once an arrogant one-star Michelin chef came to ask for advice. Jia Lao even vomited it out after taking a bite, and scored a point indifferently.

Those who can achieve more than three points are already regarded as the best of Michelin three stars, which shows the exquisiteness of Yang Ruiteng's dish.

Because it is rare to score high, most people outside think that Jia Xuntian's scoring standard is a five-point system
At this time, Jia Qian's dishes have also been completed. The production process of Mapo Tofu is naturally slightly simpler than that of boiled cabbage, but because it needs to control the heat, the time is slightly longer.

"President, mapo tofu, please taste."

Jia Qian held Mapo Tofu into Jia Xuntian's hands with a wicked smile on his face, scratched his head, and continued to laugh:
"Well, let's try it first, if it's okay, or else I'll give it six or seven points."

Jia Xuntian sneered a few times, grabbed the mapo tofu roughly, took a bite with a spoon, smacked his lips, and said indifferently:
"The heat is not enough, the tofu is too old, the tomato sauce is too much, the minced meat is too hard, a typical failure, zero points."

Zero points?

The many experienced seniors on the judging table couldn't bear it. This is Mr. Jia's grandson, so he gave zero points so simply and neatly? !

"Ahem, what, I think this tofu is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, Mr. Jia, don't be so demanding."

An old man coughed a few times, smiled awkwardly, and said to ease the atmosphere.

Jia Xuntian still waved his hands, sighed and said:

"Old Zhang, I know what you mean. But this mapo tofu is not only a matter of heat, this kid didn't put his heart into it at all."

Intention and carelessness are completely two levels, which is more obvious after reaching their level.

The old man known as Lao Zhang opened his mouth, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly and shook his head.

Chairman Jia is such a character, the slightest defect will be infinitely magnified in his mouth, so that it will cover up all the advantages.

Lin Haoyu was still taking the fried rice out of the pot in a leisurely manner, and then poured a messy pile of ingredients into another plate, and continued to stir fry boldly.

"The heat is just right, it shouldn't be too bad."

Frowning and thinking for a few seconds, Lin Haoyu just picked up the fried rice with one hand, tipped the spoon with the other, and slowly poured the fried rice into the pot just as the fire was decreasing and it was time to put it in the pot.

Stab it!

The cooking oil is the most common soybean oil bought from the supermarket. Although the taste is not very fragrant, it is enough for fried rice.

After stir-frying for a while, Lin Haoyu started cooking in seconds, and finally finished making it about 15 minutes after starting.

"Clap."

The sound of playing the game was unremarkable in the entire venue, but it made Yang Ruiteng and Jia Qian, who were standing aside waiting for the end of the game, feel a sudden tremor in their hearts.

Jia Qian clasped her hands in front of her chest with a face full of resentment, and said with a cold snort:

"Zero points? This old bastard really knows how to cheat his own grandson!"

wipe!
No matter how you put it, this dish of his can't be called a zero score at all!
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Jia Qian cooks according to the recipes handed down by Jia’s family. Even if he can’t get the essence, with his being the strongest in the Michelin star, it’s more than enough to achieve three points.

"Intentionally, definitely on purpose."

Jia Qian's heart burst into anger. If it wasn't for his grandfather sitting on it, he would have thought of killing him.

Glancing at Lin Haoyu who had completed the production, Jia Qian was very upset:
"Fuck, I want to see how much this guy can get."

Watching Lin Haoyu slowly walk in front of Jia Xuntian with a gloomy face, and then handing the fried rice in his hand to him, Jia Qian's heart became more and more evil.

"It's better to get a zero."

Jia Qian sneered, this guy not only made himself lose face in front of so many people, but also wanted to surpass himself in cooking?
snort!He didn't believe that Lin Haoyu could cook perfect fried rice at his age!

Yang Ruiteng was silent and said nothing - mainly because he couldn't say anything, otherwise he would have dragged Lin Haoyu to scold him.

"This guy is young, and the highest should be eight points."

Yang Ruiteng is full of expectations for this, but he doesn't have much hope for more than eight points.

Someone made a statistic on the Internet. Since the records were recorded, there were only three people who got a score of [-] or above from Jia Xuntian.

Yang Ruiteng is one of them. Among the other two, one is the most famous foreign super chef who has passed away, and the identity of the other is still a mystery; because even Jia Xuntian himself does not know Who is this guy.

"Yangzhou fried rice, I'm not very skilled, I just learned it yesterday."

Lin Haoyu put the fried rice on the table indifferently, and stood back to his original position with a calm face, staring straight at the pots and pans, seemingly thoughtful.

There is indeed nothing wrong with what you said, not only did you just learn it yesterday, even this flawless cooking skill was just learned yesterday.
Jia Xuntian brought over the fried rice in surprise, and looked it over carefully:
"Lin Haoyu's fried rice is good. Not only is the rice wrapped in egg liquid, but the ingredients are also distinct, without the slightest disharmony."

Huaxia Fried Rice has a long history, and the most famous one is Yangzhou Fried Rice—well, although Lin Haoyu doesn’t know why it’s called Yangzhou Fried Rice.

According to legend, there was a man named Yangzhou in the land of Yangzhou in ancient times. Every day, everyone said that he knew how to cook Yangzhou fried rice. The villagers thought he was crazy and eventually drove him out of the village.

Yangzhou, who wandered all his life, was finally guided by a mysterious power, and he really learned how to fry rice overnight, spreading the reputation of Yangzhou fried rice to all parts of China. Finally, the mysterious power reappeared, took everything away, and told him that it was Lin Haoyu. made up
"hiss!"

Just as Jia Xuntian put a mouthful of fried rice into his mouth, he was stunned at the scene. It took tens of seconds before he realized that he opened his mouth wide in shock, chewed mechanically, and murmured:

"This fried rice, this fried rice"

Something is wrong, something is wrong!

Not only is the rice wrapped in egg liquid, but the unique style is even more addictive.

Jia Xuntian couldn't bear it anymore, the saliva secretion in his mouth became more and more vigorous, he swallowed the excess saliva, and immediately took another mouthful.

"Sure enough! This is, this is that guy's realm!"

hiss!Lin Haoyu is only less than 24 years old this year, but he has already reached such a state that everyone in the world can't match!

The food industry has always had a unique division of realms, from beginners, proficient, chefs, to Michelin stars, and finally the intention, style and most difficult innovation that Jia Xuntian and the others pursue.

Trembling all over, Jia Xuntian chomped at the fried rice, feeling horrified in his heart:
"He has made this Yangzhou fried rice perfect, without any flaws, and the style innovation has reached the extreme with his heart!"

Incredible!
Silently sighing in his heart, Jia Xuntian woke up suddenly, looked at the empty spoon, blinked his eyes, and looked into the bowl again.

Empty.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like such a big plate, but I didn't expect it to taste so small. No wonder people outside said that Lin Haoyu's noodles cut corners."

Jia Xuntian nodded empathetically, and handed the plate to Lin Haoyu who was standing aside, pretending to be calm and saying:

"Not bad, the taste is very good, but the texture is slightly worse. Since you are a newcomer here for the first time, I will reluctantly give you a very good score."

There was silence, everyone present couldn't help digging their ears, and stared at Lin Haoyu mockingly.

how can that be possible?I must have heard wrong!