Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 419 Some people are happy and some are sad

Although there is plenty of time for the three 10-minute game, there is not a mouse dropping in the pot.

Less than a minute after the start of the game, this rat shit raised his hand!

"Oh? Is there any problem with this contestant?"

"Report, I've cut it!"

"Chopped?"

The three judges on the stage were stunned at the same time, and the camera immediately pointed at this rat shit...

Ling Yun raised his hand, facing everyone's gaze calmly, while the fat man beside him gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"Ling Yun, I, Mr. Cao, don't care too much. I haven't used the knife yet..."

……

Zhang Biao came down from the stage with cold eyes, and walked quickly to Ling Yun's table. He thought that this person raised his hand so quickly to be a sensationalist, but he didn't expect that the onions on the table were cut to an exceptional standard, and... exceeded The standard of the game.

"Have you cut all three?"

"Yes!"

Ling Yun replied calmly, but Zhang Biao showed a suspicious expression on his face.

Afterwards, he walked quickly to the remaining pile of onions in the middle, took one at random, and then turned around and walked to Ling Yun's desk.

"Come on, show me."

Everyone next to him had mocking expressions on their faces, but Ling Yun just nodded, then picked up the knife from the knife holder, and cut the onion in half with one knife without saying a word.

Then hold the knife in your right hand and press the onion with your left hand, only to hear the sound of Dangdang.

In less than ten seconds, the onion has turned into shredded onions of the same size, quietly lying on the chopping board.

The so-called layman watches the excitement, and the insider watches the doorway. When he saw the onion slices Ling Yun cut, Zhang Biao knew that he was an insider, and he was a super insider!
Because only he understands that not only is this cuter fast, but also the error of each onion shreds is definitely not more than 0.01mm, which can be said to be almost exactly the same!
More importantly, the thickness of this onion can basically reach 1 mm, that is to say, he cuts it thinner than his own. To put it simply, this one has surpassed himself in terms of cutting onions.

How can this make the arrogant self convinced?

With a dark face, he was trying to make things difficult, but he heard Zhuang Hong's laughter from beside him.

"Hehe, the thickness is equal, the thickness is acceptable, the cut is very good, and the 3 onions have been cut in such a short period of time, which is considered to have exceeded the task."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Biao knew there was nothing he could do, so he could only nod in approval with a dark face.

"Well, it's really good, have you practiced before?"

"I have practiced, I have cut a lot, and I am familiar with it."

"Okay, I'll give you a promotion!"

Zhang Biao's voice was not loud, but it made the people around him feel an invisible pressure, especially the fat man.

He was still looking this way, but Zhang Biao, who had nowhere to vent his anger, asked him directly with a dark face.

"Have you cut it too?"

"no no……"

The fat man quickly shook his head, then quickly lowered his head and continued fiddling with onions.

"Okay, congratulations to our No. 66 who is the first to qualify for this round. Please take a short rest, and the other players will also cheer up."

Zhuang Hong announced loudly with a smile, but looked at Ling Yun's number plate, and then patted him on the shoulder lightly with a smile.

The original plan of the other players was that there would be 30 minutes anyway, and they could cut it slower if their skills were not good, but Ling Yun raised his hand and immediately panicked the players who were running out of time.

This is similar to taking an exam. Although the time has not yet come, everyone else has handed in the papers, so you have to panic if you don't panic.

So as soon as Ling Yun left, the second unlucky guy raised his hand.

"Report, I've cut it too!"

Everyone's eyes immediately shifted from Ling Yun to the man who raised his hand. This man was a middle-aged man, looking proudly at the onions on his chopping board. As a result, Zhang Biao walked over and picked them out from a pile of onions. He picked up a slightly thick one, lifted it up and shook it, and hummed coldly.

"disuse!!!"

One sentence was like a lightning strike, and the other contestants who were eager to try immediately fell silent.

With this negative case, no one dared to raise their hands. Even if they had already cut the onions, they quickly pulled them from the onions they had cut to see if there were any unqualified shredded onions that had been missed.

This lesson directly suffocated the game for 15 minutes. It was not until 15 minutes later that the second person finally raised his hand after all kinds of confirmation.

"Report, I've cut it."

This time, Meng Changyun, who was closer, walked over with a smile. He grabbed a handful of shredded onions, looked at them, and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, pass!"

"Thank you."

Hearing this, the man was so excited that he almost died on the spot. He bowed deeply to Meng Changyun, and then ran towards the rest area next to him.

Seeing Ling Yun after running over, he put away his smile again, and walked towards him solemnly.

"Just now I saw your shredded onion, which is thinner than mine, but I will not admit defeat, I will definitely advance to the next round before you! Remember my name, my name is Ning Tian!!!"

"come on."

Ling Yun nodded with a smile, but the other party snorted and didn't appreciate it, and sat straight to a seat far away.

On the playing field, Ning Tian's advancement was like a shot in the arm for everyone, and then a guy who had cut the cut 10 minutes earlier finally raised his hand eagerly.

"Report, I have also cut it."

He looked around excitedly, eagerly waiting for Meng Changyun to come and review him.

result……

"Report to Mr. Meng, I have cut it."

Just as Meng Changyun moved towards him, a woman next to him also raised her hand and cut off his beard.

really……

Meng Changyun stopped to examine the woman, and then, Zhang Biao walked towards the young man, the young man's face turned green...

Zhang Biao picked up the onions on the table and took a closer look. He didn't seem to find any problems. The boy just relaxed, but at this moment, Zhang Biao looked at the props on the table and snorted coldly.

"disuse!!!"

"Why... why? I... I can cut onions fine."

The boy asked back with a red face, but in exchange Zhang Biao was even more disdainful.

He picked up the knife on the table and shook it.

"As a qualified chef, it is the most basic common sense to clean the countertop after operation and put the knives back into the knife holder. If you can't even do this, then you are not worthy of being a real chef at all."

Having said that, the other contestants who were about to raise their hands immediately went to work. Some of them even washed their hands.

The young guy was speechless, but he was wronged. He really didn't notice this detail, but he was eliminated because of this, so he couldn't figure it out...

"I don't accept it, the comparison is knife skills, according to the rules, I just need to chop the onion, you are deliberately targeting!!!"

He stubbornly protested loudly, but Zhang Biao ignored him at all, and walked straight to another contestant who raised his hand.

There was an uproar in the live broadcast room at the moment, and there was also a rich discussion about this player.

"It's a tragedy. After passing the qualifications, he was still eliminated."

(End of this chapter)