Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 421 The Second Round of the Knife Competition
There were also other female students, seeing Zhang Biao walking this way, they also began to pack up in a hurry.

Makeup removers remove makeup, fake nails remove nails, hair tie hair, some wear glasses and even take off their eyes, one contestant even took off the green water ghost on his wrist, for fear that Zhang Biao would make use of it To be eliminated.

Fortunately, there was not much time left in the game. Zhang Biao and Meng Changyun did not fight each other. They occupied the left and right positions respectively and checked from the beginning, while Zhuang Hong advanced from the middle.

Seeing such a situation, the fat man was delighted. He was a fisherman in troubled waters, and he happened to meet Zhuang Hong in the middle.

At this time, after he cut the onions, he secretly picked out the ones of different sizes from the three onions. He wanted to throw them away, but there was no place to throw them away, so he just stuffed them into his mouth and ate them all. I was dumbfounded, and said to myself, Cao, is this okay?

It is said that the fat man had just finished eating when Zhuang Hong came to him, looked at the shredded onions on the table, and asked with a meaningful smile.

"That's all you need to cut three onions?"

"Hehe, the onion I took was small."

"Okay, pass."

Zhuang Hong didn't know if he had seen through it, but he just nodded with a smile. The fat man quickly thanked him, and hurried to the right side of the stage to look for Ling Yun.

Just arrived at the place, the middle-aged elder brother also arrived.

"Oh, it's a fluke...fortunately, I met Zhuang Hong..."

"Hehe, it's mainly because you cut it, uncle."

Ling Yun complimented, but the uncle rolled his eyes.

"What uncle, called elder brother."

The middle-aged elder brother complained, then took out the cigarette case and wanted to smoke for Fatty Lingyun, but when he opened it, there was only one left, and he put the cigarette case up again embarrassingly.

"Pick me, it's okay."

Ling Yun smiled and took out his cigarette and handed him one, but the middle-aged elder brother felt a little embarrassed, took the cigarette and said with a sneer.

"Hehe, thank you, so what... My name is Zhang Chunming. I opened a barbecue restaurant in Hangzhou, and I opened a total of 12, so they all call me BBQ Zhang. I look a little old-fashioned, but in fact I am 35 years old."

"Hey, didn't you say it was more than 40 before?"

Fatty stared and lit a cigarette, Ling Yun smiled and introduced himself.

"My name is Ling Yun, and his name is Chen Tong. We were young and went to school together. After graduation, we opened a small shop in Xianyang University City after a few years of working together. After that..."

He was just halfway through speaking when a chubby girl with short hair shyly walked over to him with a mobile phone and begged.

"Ling Yun, I'm your fan, can I take a photo with you..."

"okay……"

Ling Yun generously took a photo with the other party, the middle-aged elder brother's eyes were straight, he looked at Ling Yun in disbelief and asked in a low voice.

"You... are you a star?"

"Hehe, I sang two songs before and appeared on TV a few times, so I can't be considered a star."

"Oh……"

The middle-aged elder brother obviously didn't believe it, but he doesn't chase stars, and he never reads any entertainment news. In his impression, he really doesn't know this person in front of him. He only thinks that Ling Yun should belong to the little star of the Internet celebrity level, and he doesn't take it seriously. After all If it is on TV, then I am also on it today.

The three of them were chatting while smoking. At this moment, they heard a woman crying in the distance. Everyone looked for the sound. A middle-aged man with a tired face was limping towards this side. Someone asked him what was wrong. , he sighed and shook his head.

"Oh, don't mention it, Zhang Biao is too big. The side he is in charge of is basically eliminated next to each other, one by one. Many people are actually good at cutting, but they are eliminated for this reason and that reason. Well, the crying girl was more unlucky, she was wearing high heels when she came here, Zhang Biao said that she didn't pay much attention to the competition, she said a few words, but she said that her attitude was not correct, so she was directly eliminated..."

"Uncle, then your leg..."

Seeing the uncle limping, someone asked with a frown, and the uncle said in embarrassment.

"I'm a little too nervous... My legs are weak, cough... Can someone help me?"

……

Looking up, the players off the field are like ice and fire.

The area in charge of Zhang Biao on the left is basically a mess, and more than half of the people are eliminated, while Meng Changyun on the right is the complete opposite. Most of them can advance as long as they pass the onion cutting. It is Zhuang Hong in the middle.

However, from this point, we can also see the personalities of the three judges. Zhuang Honglai treats it as an event program, and everyone can play well. Meng Changyun is only responsible for the rules. You can advance if you meet the rules, while Zhang Biao He is only responsible for himself, and everything must meet his own requirements.

So the contestants who passed the test at the moment gave these three people nicknames, Zhuang Hong called the good guy, Meng Changyun the honest guy, and Zhang Biao the bad guy.

After working for a while, the review on the field was over, and Zhuang Hong went back to the stage to announce loudly.

"Okay, our first round of competition is officially over. Congratulations to the 1033 contestants who have successfully advanced. Next is our second round of knife skills competition."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Biao who was beside him suddenly snorted coldly.

"Don't be too happy, the difficulty of the second round is much higher than that of the first round. I know that there are still people in the first round who got away with opportunistic tricks, but...you have absolutely no chance in the second round!"

Meng Changyun said.

"The second round of knife skills competition - tofu!"

As soon as the words fell, there was the sound of a rumbling tractor again. In the eyes of everyone, a tractor pulled a large cart of tofu, and a forklift behind unloaded three large baskets of tofu to the ground. The scene was absolutely shocking .

There were also whispers among all the players.

"My Cao, tofu is not easy to cut..."

"I hope it's hard tofu. Hard tofu is easier, otherwise it will be really troublesome."

"That's right, compared to tofu and onions, onions are really nothing."

……

Seeing Ling Yun's serious face, the fat man was a little surprised and asked him in a low voice.

"Isn't it just a broken tofu? As for being so scared? Although it is difficult to cut, as long as you cut it slowly, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Ling Yun sighed speechlessly.

"This is no ordinary tofu, this is Wensi tofu."

"Isn't it still tofu?"

"You know a hammer, this Wensi..."

Before Ling Yun finished speaking, Zhuang Hong on the stage introduced with a smile.

"It is said that Liu An, the king of Huainan in the Han Dynasty, invented tofu by making stew. Up to now, tofu has lasted for thousands of years, and there have been many types, but they are roughly divided into northern and southern tofu. The main difference lies in the different materials of tofu. Southern tofu is Use gypsum to order stew, because the solidified bean curd has a high water content and the texture is tender, the water content is about 90%, the texture is soft, and it is also called soft tofu. Northern tofu is usually made with brine or physalis, and the water content of the solidified bean curd is relatively high. It is rare and has a hard texture, so it is also called old tofu or hard tofu.

What we use today is soft Nan Tofu!The title of the competition is Wensi Tofu! ! ! "

(End of this chapter)