City: I, the God of Cooking!

"What did I say you made? I see that you are good at knife skills, and you have been busy for a long time. If you don't make a bunch of them, no one will eat them. Let me tell you, I can't eat them."

"Me too, hiccup~ I can't finish the rest, so I can only take it home for supper."

The other contestants all ate, drank, and burped. Although they didn't get a good ranking in the competition, they were full, and they returned with a full stomach. After all, participation is the most important thing.

Meng Zhan said, "Just kidding, I'm here for the championship."

They met each other and smiled.

"I didn't hit you. There are too many ruthless characters in this Chef King competition. Are you the only ones who can outcompete you?"

"That's right, I think you might as well set a smaller goal, such as breaking into the top [-]."

"Yes, it's closer to reality."

Meng Zhan curled his lips, "I won't chat with you anymore, my fried dumplings are about to be baked."

While chatting, the fried dumplings are ready.

Meng Zhan opened the lid of the pot, and a wonderful aroma filled the air instantly.

The eyes of the contestants, who were already full, lit up, as if all they had eaten was air.

"It smells so good, why is it so fragrant?"

"It's so delicious that I'm drooling, and I feel like I can eat a little more."

Meng Zhan said: "If the audience and referees can't finish eating, I can give you the rest."

As soon as the words fell, a group of audience referees came here following the fragrance.

"Very fragrant fried dumplings, it looks delicious."

"Can we taste one?"

"Eat whatever you want." Meng Zhan waved his hand, and the fried dumplings in the pot flew out and landed on every plate with precision.

The audience applauded again and again.

"Use it lightly." Meng Zhan smiled.

The audience referees picked up the plates one after another.

The fried dumplings on the plate are golden in color at the bottom, and gradually turn from golden to snow white from the bottom to the top. The transparent dumpling skins are filled with a variety of fillings, at least a dozen kinds of ingredients are mixed together.

When the fork is inserted into the fried dumplings, the delicious soup flows out along the dumpling skin, and the aroma is more intense.

Several spectator referees took a bite, ignoring the boiling heat, and immediately exclaimed.

"too delicious!"

"It's simply delicious!"

"The point vote is for you."

Meng Zhan smiled lightly, "Thank you for your support."

On the big screen, there was no Meng Zhan's name at all, but from the time the fried dumplings came out of the cage to the audience and referees coming to taste them, it took no more than 5 minutes in total.

Meng Zhan's ranking soared from the bottom of the hundred.

Under the shocked eyes of several contestants next to him, he broke into the top ten and stopped at No.9.

They looked at each other.

"Damn it, what a mouthful?"

"This is because the previous few made another batch of food, otherwise, he might be able to break into the top three."

"Isn't it just fried dumplings? Could it be better than my buns?"

"Give us a few tastes, let us be convinced."

Meng Zhan saw that the scores for the next round had stabilized, and it didn't matter how many were awarded, so he took out a few discs for them.

After they tasted it, their eyes widened.

"This smell...ah, it's the best in the world!"

“This is the best fried dumpling I have ever eaten!”

"The fillings are rich and varied, and each bite seems to be able to taste a different taste."

"The most important thing is this dumpling wrapper, it can be said that a lot of effort has been put into it!"

"That's right, the dumpling wrapper perfectly locks in the soup and umami, which makes the filling inside so delicious!"

"Admiration, admiration, little brother, we are blind!"

Meng Zhan clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Thank you, thank you."

After a while, the fried dumplings were sold out, and Meng Zhan's ranking came to No.7.

There is a large group of spectators and referees waiting behind.

Seeing that there were still ingredients left, Meng Zhan started to make another batch.

On the yacht, Li Tianshuo and Li Shishi were relieved to see Meng Zhan's ranking soaring.

"Steady, steady, it's really frightening. I almost thought he couldn't even pass the preliminary round." Li Shishi wiped the cold sweat off her forehead and said.

Li Tianshuo said with a half-smile, "Why are you worried about him?"

Li Shishi blushed and bowed her head in silence.

On another yacht, all the referees saw Meng Zhan's sudden ranking.

"That contestant looks very powerful, what's his background?"

"It's the manager of a small restaurant. I heard it's quite popular."

"The manager of a small restaurant can have this level? I don't believe it."

Ouyang Feng said: "I have eaten in his restaurant, and I have the most right to speak. The food he cooks is very unique, of course the taste is natural, and more importantly, his food has special effects."

"Special effect?"

"That's right, I saw with my own eyes an old man who was half buried in the ground became alive and well after eating his food." Ouyang Feng said solemnly.

Several other referees sneered.

Only Qin Fangfeng didn't laugh. She knew that this kind of chefs did exist, but she didn't stand up to speak for Ouyang Feng either.

Some things don't need explanation, and they don't need the approval of others.

Seeing that Meng Zhan's ranking had caught up unexpectedly, Wu Lang's face darkened, his eyes flickered with coldness, and he didn't know what to think.

The gong sounded three more times, and there was still half an hour before the end of the game.

Meng Zhan made another batch of fried dumplings, and each fried dumpling would bring him a point increase.

Seeing this scene, the few contestants next to them were envious and greedy to death.

Obviously delicious food is in front of you, but you can't eat it!
More than [-]% of the contestants in the venue saw that time was running out, and most of them gave up.

There are still some who are shouting hard, but they get very few points.

With the passage of time, the preliminary round gradually drew to a close.

When the last gong sounded, the rankings on the big screen that were still changing immediately stopped.

Even if the audience referees continue to vote, they will not count.

And there was a large group of spectators and referees surrounding Meng Zhan.

Meng Zhan said: "I'm sorry, the time is over, and the rest are for the referee."

The spectators and referees who didn't get it had a look of pity.

The male host laughed and said, "I believe that all the audience are satisfied with what they ate. Please return to the auditorium now. The referee will make the final judgment."

The eyes of the contestants in the venue glowed again.

This is the last hope, if they can make the referee fancy, they still have a chance to enter the top [-].

Participants place their works on the table.

The yacht approached the port, and several judges got off the yacht and walked into the venue. They could taste the works of the contestants casually, and finally decided who they would vote for.

Qin Fangfeng walked in the front, just glanced at the contestants' works, and if the appearance was qualified, he would stop to taste, and the other judges did the same.

I'm very sorry if the appearance is not up to standard.

Many contestants' works look very good, but the judges all shook their heads after tasting them.

Some contestants did not believe in evil, and yelled like crazy after being denied.

Finally, he was dragged out of the venue by security.

Not long after, Qin Fangfeng and others walked up to Meng Zhan.