Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 425 The Short End

"There are so many things, what are you going to cut?"

"I don't know, but... No matter what you cut, it's easier than Wensi tofu, right?"

"Will it be drawn randomly? Cut what you get? Then see luck?"

……

While everyone was discussing, Zhuang Hong on the stage explained with a smile.

"The so-called three-point spoon skill and seven-point knife skill, a qualified culinary expert must first be a knife master. In ancient my country, knife skills and cooking were collectively called 'cut cooking'. It can be seen that knife skills are the basis and important aspects of cooking. In this round, we have prepared enough ingredients and a full set of knives for you. We don’t have any restrictions. You can choose any ingredients and play as you like. Note that this round can choose multiple knives at the same time. and multi-ingredient, but…”

After a pause, Zhang Biao next to him said.

"But we will only advance to 100 players!!!"

"That's right, our last round of competition lasts a total of 10 minutes. After the competition, we will announce the list of winners on the official website..."

Wow, there was an uproar in the audience...

The contestants immediately started whispering.

"Why don't you directly announce the promotion, and go to the official website to see it?"

"It's not important. I want to ask now, what are the rules of the last competition? I didn't understand it at all just now..."

"I didn't understand either. It seems to mean that we can choose the ingredients with a knife and cut them at will..."

"Why can't you be more straightforward? How do you cut it?"

……

At this moment, the middle-aged uncle was also a little puzzled, and asked Ling Yun embarrassingly.

"Brother, tell me... what kind of medicine is sold in this judge's gourd? Neither the promotion list nor the specific assessment rules are announced on the spot. How are we going to compare?"

"Didn't everyone say it? The time limit is 10 minutes, and there are no restrictions on ingredients and knives."

After Ling Yun finished speaking, he emphasized another sentence to the middle-aged elder brother.

"Anyway, don't waste time. In 10 minutes, you can cut as much as you can. When cutting, you must choose the right knife. As for winning or losing, it depends on how many people you can line up in front of you."

"Huh? Good... good good..."

After Zhuang Hong finished reading the advertisement on the stage, he gave an order, and everyone began to flock to the food pile. Ling Yun carried a basket, and after he went, he just picked it up in the basket. The middle-aged uncle learned to be smart. He looked at Ling Yun He took whatever he took.

When he returned to his stove, he followed Ling Yun's example and chose the right knives.

"The game! It's officially started!"

dang dang...

Everyone quickly cut up the materials they had brought. The sound of the knives hitting the chopping board was like a wonderful symphony. The middle-aged uncle looked towards Ling Yun at this moment, his eyes widened again.

dang dang...

Ling Yun first picked up a piece of whole wheat bread, cut it into thin slices in two or three strokes, and then saw Ling Yun changed another knife under the astonished eyes of the middle-aged elder brother, picked up a hard-boiled egg and quickly sliced ​​it stand up.

"Brother, are you still watching? There are only 8 minutes left..."

Ling Yun made a reminder, and the middle-aged elder brother just realized it, and hurriedly cut up the ingredients he got. Although he didn't understand, he was definitely right to learn from Ling Yun.

This is similar to a school exam. Even though the scumbags can't figure out what is right or wrong, as long as they copy the top ones, they are definitely right.

The competition was so tense and exciting, but the three judges chatted quietly on the stage.

Meng Changyun retracted his eyes and smiled.

"The rule says to keep half and half, so that we can better experience the level of the contestants. After the third round of competition, we should be able to clear away all the amateur contestants."

"But anyone who knows how to cook should be able to understand the rules of our competition. If you can't even figure out the topic, then you deserve to be eliminated!"

Zhang Biao snorted, and directly spoiled the happy chat. Zhuang Hong smiled and was about to smooth things over, but Meng Changyun also left.

"Report, I've cut it!"

Just after 5 minutes, someone raised their hand on the field?

The camera zoomed over, everyone was in an uproar, Zhuang Hong laughed.

"Hehe, it's our No. 66 again. Unexpectedly, No. 66 won the first place in the three rounds of knife skills competition today, but there are still 5 minutes before our stipulated time. I really don't know why the No. 66 contestant moved ahead of schedule." At the end of the game, in this last round of the game, whoever cuts first will not be able to advance, I personally think that everyone should make the best use of the game time and think about our game requirements and rules."

Zhang Biao and Meng Changyun each held a tablet in their hands, walked to Ling Yun's side, and then carefully checked the ingredients and types of Ling Yun's cutting, without communicating, they just gave a score on their own platforms.

Zhang Biao left immediately after scoring the points, but Meng Changyun enthusiastically encouraged him.

"Good cut..."

However, according to Ling Yun's observation, Meng Changyun is a good old man. Whoever cuts the tofu will say that he cut it well. For example, when a middle-aged woman cut the tofu, she cut the tofu into mud, and she cried to death. This Meng Changyun walked over. They also said that they cut it well.

After the cutting, it was considered as a complete end, Ling Yun said goodbye to the middle-aged uncle in a low voice, and then left without looking back.

It's not that he's anxious, it's that he really can't stand it anymore.

The weather is hot, on the one hand, and on the other hand, he wants to go to the toilet and get out of the crowd. Fortunately, there are many small woods in the wasteland next to him, so he quickly got in when no one was around. Waiting for myself with two bottles of iced drinks.

"Let's go, Wang Xuan has already arrived."

Ling Yun nodded, and the two got into Wang Xuan's car at the door they came from. They drove for an hour without talking, and finally arrived at the door of a restaurant.

Entering the private room, before Qin Yue came, the fat man went over and turned on the air conditioner first, Wang Xuan said with a sneer.

"Mr. Ling, Mr. Chen, Qintai is expected to have 10 minutes left, you can take a break first, I will go down and let them serve some fruit plate first."

The fat man ordered to freeze the watermelon, and when Wang Xuan closed the door, he asked Ling Yun curiously.

"What the hell is this Qinyue doing? Isn't it enough to just give someone a promotion? It's almost the last time to tremble. Why do you want people to go to the website to check their grades?"

Ling Yun unscrewed the drink and took a sip and laughed.

"This old boy has learned the tricks from us. He did this just to harvest more leeks. Just look at it. The contestants will definitely receive text messages tonight. It should probably be for us to gain popularity, Guess who can advance, help the favorite player, etc. In short, it is to let the audience spend money. Of course, the audience is still secondary, mainly to cut the leeks of the players. Think about it, 288 people can only advance to 100 people. In fact, this promotion The proportion is quite high, so in order to qualify, these players should mobilize their relatives and friends to vote for themselves, and even spend money to buy gifts and send tickets."

"It's no wonder he didn't clarify the rules of the third round of the competition. It turns out that whoever advances depends on how much money they spend?"

"No, no, you're wrong, this old boy has no bottom line at all. Simply put, no matter how much you swipe, it doesn't matter whether you get promoted or not. It doesn't matter how much you swipe, and in the end he will still be in the background Control the tickets and let those who are really promoted advance in order. In this way, not only can the leeks be cut, but also those who should be promoted can be promoted."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)