Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 420 The judges dispute
"So the details determine success or failure. I think what Zhang Biao said makes sense. When cooking at home, you will wash the knife and put it back in the knife holder. Besides, this is a competition. For example, if you go to the college entrance examination, although the answer is correct, you always have the right answer. You can't write all the drafts of the calculation on the test paper? This is basic common sense."

"I don't agree with your point of view. I think since it is a competition, since it is said that it is only a competition of knife skills, it should follow the rules of the competition. It only depends on whether the onions cut by others are qualified. It's none of your business whether others wash their knives or not? What’s wrong with writing the calculation process on the test paper for the college entrance examination, at most a few points will be deducted, and can you count 0 points on other people’s test papers?”

"I also think Zhang Biao is too much. If you really judge like this, who the hell can advance? After washing the knife, you will say that you haven't washed your hands. After washing your hands, you will say that your hair is too long. If you cut your hair, you will still be accused of you." I didn’t cut my nails, anyway there is always one way to eliminate you, I think he just wanted to express himself deliberately, or for the effect of the show, otherwise this kind of person will be beaten to death sooner or later in real life.”

……

If this guy is unlucky, then the female contestant below is even more unlucky.

A female contestant probably cut her hand, and she covered her fingers with tears in her eyes. This was a special situation on the field, and several camera positions surrounded her at that time.

Zhuang Hong was still looking for a band-aid for the girl here, but Zhang Biao bravely put it in place.

"you are out!!!"

Countless men couldn't bear to look at this tricky trick, and the little girl was so pitiful that she was stunned on the spot.

"For...why?"

The girl might not be able to bear it anymore. She just asked half a sentence, and she was so wronged that she simply burst into tears. This crying is called heart-piercing.

The live room exploded again.

"I, Cao, are you so scumbag? The judges are amazing? They cut their hands, and they didn't care about it at the first time, but went up and eliminated them? You just have a better attitude when you eliminate them?"

"At the beginning I was standing on Zhang Biao's side, now... Hurry up and let this B go, what the hell? Isn't he a Michelin three-star chef? What's so proud of it? What a pretense."

……

Just as everyone was attacking Zhang Biao with righteous words, different voices began to appear among the judges.

"Hehe, what's going on?"

Zhuang Hong stepped forward to ask with a smile, but he was asking knowingly, and at the same time, he could see that he didn't dare to offend Zhang Biao at all.

But Meng Changyun was different, the original smiling face simply turned into a frosty face, stepping forward to question domineeringly.

"Mr. Zhang, if the girl hasn't asked us to review it, it means that the competition is not over yet. You can't justify eliminating him right away?"

"As a judge, I have the right to judge the status and results of the contestants in advance. Does it have to be the end of the game? Doesn't Mr. Meng know the rights of the judges?"

Zhang Biao snorted coldly and responded even more domineeringly. With just one sentence, the two judges directly confronted each other. At this time, it was up to Zhuang Hong's attitude. To everyone's disappointment, Zhuang Hong acted as if he hadn't heard it, and went straight He took a Band-Aid and put it on the girl carefully, and comforted her softly beside him.

But although Meng Changyun was grinning, but this time it seemed that he was specifically trying to get along with Zhang Biao, so he also snorted coldly.

"You can judge in advance, but I want to ask, how did you judge the elimination of this player? It depends on your personal moodiness?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the girl's chopped onion and shook it at the camera.

"Our rule requirement is 8 mm, but this contestant cuts onions up to 5 mm, and his knife skill is much higher than that of ordinary people. If this is eliminated, then what is the significance of our holding this show? The so-called fairness Where is it again?"

The players off the field also began to discuss at this moment.

"Yeah, the onions the girl cuts are very fine, so there's no reason to weed her out."

"Zhang Biao is going too far, exercising his rights casually."

"Meng Changyun and Zhang Biao seem to be having a hard time dealing with each other. One of these two represents Chinese food, and the other represents Western food. It seems that Chinese and Western food are not compatible. This time, it's just an excuse..."

"I guess this woman might have been deliberately hired by the TV station, and then let two judges play it. How could one of the judges start arguing first? This is obviously a hype!"

"It makes sense, but it's none of our business, everyone should be careful, don't fall into Zhang Biao's hands, it's better to let Zhuang Hong and Meng Changyun do the testing."

……

Meng Changyun questioned with onion shreds, but Zhang Biao seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he shouted in a cold voice.

"So what if you cut it well? A person who can slice an onion and cut his finger is not worthy of being a chef."

"I don't agree. Everyone makes mistakes and carelessness. It is normal for a chef to cut his finger. Which chef has never cut his finger after entering the industry?"

"I don't have one! Excellent chefs are not allowed to cut their fingers. Of course, Mr. Meng may have lower requirements for his chefs!"

Zhang Biao's words were so angry that Meng Changyun's body was like sifting through chaff. He pointed at the other party's lack of words, but Zhang Biao continued to sneer.

"In addition to cutting her finger, this female contestant also wore heavy makeup and long hair today. May I ask Mr. Meng, can the chef in your Meng's private restaurant also wear heavy makeup with her hair loose?"

There is no way to continue this. Everyone knows that the sanitation of the back kitchen is the most important, especially the hygiene of the chef himself. If you have long hair, it will easily fall into the dishes. This is absolutely not allowed in high-end restaurants. .

So Zhang Biao's implication was that Meng Changyun's shop was low-level, and seeing Meng Changyun was so angry that he was about to PK with real people on the spot, Zhuang Hong next to him finally stood up at the right time to smooth things over.

"Hehe, the two teachers are actually right, but our competition time is coming soon, I think it's better to judge the works of other contestants first, as for this female contestant...or let her pass it first, anyway, later There are still two rounds of knife work, or we will observe and observe, and it will not be too late to eliminate if the performance is not satisfactory."

"Humph!"

Zhang Biao snorted and turned his head away, but to Meng Changyun, although it seemed like he had won by keeping the female contestant, he felt aggrieved in his heart, especially what Zhang Biao said just now reminded him of 20 Years of past events.

"Mr. Meng, are you okay? Do you want to take a rest first?"

Zhuang Hong went over to support Meng Changyun, Meng Changyun shook his head, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Biao's back, and more complicated emotions gradually emerged. A lifetime of painful memories...

"Mr. Meng, my name is Zhao Xueying, thank you just now..."

"You're welcome, use more dim sum for the last two rounds of knife work, so don't cut it into your hands."

The female contestant walked over to thank her with red eyes. Meng Changyun shook his head with a wry smile, and looked at her number plate by the way.

With Zhao Xueying's lesson, other students who cut their fingers didn't even dare to fart, and they didn't even dare to move too much, for fear of attracting Zhang Biao like a fly.

(End of this chapter)