Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 418 Zhang Biao's Strength

The same thing is said, what Meng Changyun said makes people feel like a spring breeze, but Zhang Biao is just the opposite. The two people are obviously at odds with each other.

What's also interesting is that Ling Yun secretly discovered that the relationship between the three judges on the stage was very delicate. Meng Changyun and Zhang Biao had no communication during the whole process, not even nodding, and Zhuang Hong just smiled copingly at them.

Everyone followed Meng Changyun's hand and looked to the left. There was a small door in the shape of a dragon's mouth on the left side of the stage. Entering through it meant that a fish would jump over a dragon's gate. But in Ling Yun's view, it was actually just a broken board made of foam. .

However, the contestants in the audience were different. Everyone screamed excitedly after seeing the leader.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's stop gossip, all the underlings will see the truth, and serve onions!!!"

Zhuang Hong pointed back with a smile, and everyone turned their heads to look in amazement, only to hear a loud rumbling sound coming from behind.

"My Cao! Tractor?"

The fat man looked back with his eyes wide open, only to see a tractor with a red front and green carriage roaring in from the middle, and then stopped at the center of the arena.

The tractor master turned on the dump switch, and the carriage began to lift slowly amidst the roar...

hula la...

The onions in the carriage poured down like a mountain, and all the players also shouted like a mountain.

And Zhuang Hong just raised the volume and shouted.

"The topic of our first game is onions. Everyone can only take three onions. Let's start now! Grab it!"

ooh...

With a shout, all the people below went crazy. This scene is definitely more exciting than the old lady in the supermarket grabbing food.

"Let's go, why are you staring blankly! Baby, rush to the duck!!!"

The fat man yelled at Ling Yun, and then he yelled and rushed over. As a result, the middle-aged brother who had just run a few steps was knocked several meters away by the fat man, and fell on the pile of onions.

Ling Yun also wanted to go there, but his strength did not allow it. Although there were a lot of onions on the ground, there were more players, more than 1500 people. Hulala surrounded them like a wall of people. Only heavy shells like Fatty could kill a bloody path. The middle-aged elder brother who was knocked in was crying inside with three onions in his hand, and couldn't get out at all.

The more he was like this, the more excited the host Zhuang Hong was on the stage, and he kept explaining to the camera how enthusiastic the contestants were and how shocking the scene was.

The chaos below lasted for more than ten minutes. Zhang Biao’s face on the stage was as black as iron. Fortunately, after the chaos, these people took onions and left one after another. The fat man was the last to go in and the first to come out. Holding a bunch of onions, he threw them directly to Ling Yun and the three, then turned to look for the middle-aged elder brother, only to find that the elder brother was still in the crowd, so he yelled and rushed in again to get the elder brother out.

Pity my big brother, he doesn't talk too much when he's not cruel, and he tore his pants in the end...

Just being pulled out by the fat man in such a state of embarrassment, he kept nodding and saying thank you.

"time up!"

Zhang Biao snorted impatiently from the loudspeaker. At this moment, sharp-eyed people discovered that there was a huge simple clock hanging on the right side of the stage, and there was still a time limit for grabbing onions.

"Okay, everyone, please go back to your position in the competition. Let me briefly announce the competition rules. Our assessment this time is knife skills. Knife skills are the basic skills of every chef. The first round of competition is onions. Our requirements Yes, each onion must be cut with a size difference of no more than 3 mm, and a thickness of no more than 8 mm! You have a total of three onions, and you only need to cut one successfully. Whoever cuts it first raises his hand for the judges to check! We The time limit for this round of competition is 30 minutes, now let Teacher Zhang Biao give you a demonstration!"

After hearing this request, most of the contestants were relieved. The thickness of 8 mm is not difficult, but they neglected one point, that is, the size of all onion shreds must be the same, and the error cannot exceed 3 mm. , then you will be eliminated directly.

The big screen in the middle of the stage lit up, Zhang Biao snorted, walked to the middle table reluctantly, washed his hands first, then held the knife in his right hand and pressed the onion with his right hand.

From the big screen, Ling Yun frowned and saw that Zhang Biao held the knife in a strange posture. The position of his tiger's mouth was almost close to the junction of the handle and the blade, and his index finger was actually pressing on the blade.

Then, Zhang Biao moved!
He first cut the onion in half, picked up half and put it on the chopping board, put his thumb against the chopping board, and put the other four fingers lightly on the onion. After cutting the knife, these four fingers would push the onion forward every time he shredded. The position of the knife remains the same, but the onion changes, so from the big screen, his knife looks like a guillotine, and... it is electric!

dang dang...

Because the speed is too fast, and the camera gives a close-up view of cutting onions, so in most people's eyes, this is just a blurred knife shadow.

The only thing that can be heard clearly is the rhythmic knocking sound of the chopping board, and this knocking sound lasted only a few seconds. Half an onion has been cut by him, followed by the other half, or a few seconds. Seconds are over.

After cutting, he picked up an onion and shook it at the screen, everyone went crazy.

"My Cao, this is too much..."

"This hand speed... I feel like I can last for less than 3 seconds!"

"Sure enough, it's a Michelin 3-star chef. This knife is so good!"

……

At this moment, the fans watching the live broadcast also exploded, and the barrage in the live broadcast room flew up.

"666..."

"Too 6, he is simply the strongest chef on the surface!"

"This speed is going to break the record..."

……

If this is a show, then the next is the show of Tihua!

Zhang Biao held an onion in his right hand, and a needle in his left! ! !

"No way? He wants to thread a needle?"

"is it possible?"

"Shouldn't it be possible to wear it?"

……

Under everyone's amazed eyes, the onion in Zhang Biao's hand slowly approached the pinhole...

slowly……

slowly...

close!

close!

"He's in! He's really in!"

"It's amazing, he can cut onions so finely!!!"

……

The fat man frowned and asked Ling Yun in a low voice.

"Really or not? You won't be using that kind of thick needle, right?"

Ling Yun also frowned, looked at it for a while and shook his head slightly.

"No, he took an ordinary embroidery needle, but it should be a No. 5 embroidery needle, and the width of the needle hole should be 2 mm."

"2mm? So...the onion shredded by him is smaller than 2mm? Isn't this too scary?"

Fatty showed surprise on his face, Ling Yun nodded.

"Well, it seems... Zhang Biao does have the capital to be arrogant, this person..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhang Biao speak indifferently on the stage.

"The onion shreds I cut just now are only about 1.5 mm. You don't need to cut them too thin. Of course, you can't do it, so you just need to cut each one to 8 mm. Remember, every root!!!"

Amidst Zhang Biao's roar, the first round of knife skills competition officially started.

(End of this chapter)