My richest man's identity was exposed by my sister

Chapter 222
Naturally, this competition has attracted everyone's attention, including many media.

At the same time, the appearance of Ma Teng made all the media very excited.

Everyone came to interview him one after another. After all, Ma Teng was a specially invited chef and the popularity was high.

Others are very disdainful, this kind of chef almost every month.

The special invitation is the kind of chef who is very popular.

For example, food bloggers, popular anchors and the like.

But this kind of person is not popular in front of orthodox chefs like them.

There were a total of ten chefs present, and a few of them were waiting quietly. Basically, they would not pay attention to this kind of person, they were basically cannon fodder.

After the interview, Ma Teng was sent to the waiting area.

There are two rounds in their city competition, the first round is ten people, and the second round is ten people.

Ma Teng, as a specially invited chef, does not need to participate in the first test, and can directly participate in the selection competition in this city.

After the city trials, it's time for the official competition.

At this moment, all ten people noticed this person, but none of them came forward to talk to him.

Everyone's eyes are full of disdain.

A man in white said calmly: "Now it's really possible for any cat or dog to compete."

"Hehe, I heard that this person has [-] bad reviews on the Internet. It turns out that someone who is scolded for being famous is also considered famous."

Several other people also laughed straight away, and they all looked down on Ma Teng.

These people were all of orthodox background, so Ma Teng's identity was naturally looked down upon by everyone.

Ma Teng was very calm and didn't even look at anyone.

"Hey, I said boy, what kind of courage do you have to come to our place to participate in the competition."

"Who gave you the courage!"

"Yeah, I don't even look at who I am!"

Everyone was full of disdain, and they all wanted to scold directly.

Ma Teng said calmly: "Do you all cook with your mouth? If you have time to spare, read more recipes and learn how to cook."

He looked around and said with a sneer: "No one in the room has ever won the God of Cooking. It is held once a month, twelve times a year, and you can't get selected for one of them?"

"If I were all of you, you would be ashamed to come here, would you still have the face to talk and mock others?"

Several other popular tooth itches.

They did what Ma Teng said, each of them had participated in dozens of MasterChef competitions.

Twelve times a year, they really didn't get selected once.

But their ideas and simplicity, food is something that pleases people's taste buds, but everyone's requirements for food are different.

Some people like sweet and sour, and some like spicy and spicy. It's just that Peng Qiao didn't make dishes that the referees like, so they regretted losing.

As for the one who won, it was just because of luck.

They have relied on this to comfort themselves for so many years.

At this time, being exposed by Ma Teng, several people became even more angry.

"Stinky boy, has no one taught you how to talk to seniors?"

"Seniors?" Ma Teng said disdainfully: "What kind of seniors are you? All of you have high hands and low eyes. After today, you and I are people from two worlds. I must be a chef, and you have been in the top 30 times in your life. Can't get in."

When the man in white heard this, he stood up abruptly and said angrily, "I hope you can be so rampant when you lose!"

"Hehe, although our culinary skills are not as good as those big shots, we are still much better than a crazy guy like you!"

At this moment, people from the first round came out one after another.

The competition lasted for two hours. After cooking for two hours, the judges will select the winner, and after the second round of competition, they will be announced together with the winner of the second round.

So there will be two champions in total.

After the first round of competition came out, everyone got up one after another and enthusiastically came to a man's side.

This man had a cropped cut and was about 20 years old. When he walked out, he had an arrogant expression on his face.

Everyone was very enthusiastic.

Those trembling men who were lifted up by the horse just now have a very good attitude.

"Liu Yuan, it seems that you will definitely be selected this time, right?"

"I think it's also Liu Yuan. After all, among so many people, only Liu Yuan can become the apprentice of a top chef at a young age."

"That's right, when Liu Yuan was ten years old, he had already learned cooking skills from the top chef. If he had participated in the competition earlier, there would be no business for us."

Several other people said: "Why Liuyuan, do you have time, after the end, we invite you to Hongxing Hotel for a meal?"

"It's just a few uncles, I still have something to do, let's talk about it after the game is over."

"Say hello to your Master Chefs for me."

Liu Yuan smiled and said, "Definitely."

He left directly while talking. Of course, he also saw Ma Teng, but he just glanced at it and turned his head in disdain.

Ma Teng also looked at him, the scenery of the willow garden surprised Ma Teng.

These old guys rely on the old to sell the old, but they are very polite to Liu Yuan.

The man in white seemed to see Ma Teng's doubts, and said with disdain: "Liu Yuan is the son of a top chef, the only disciple of the third chef, and there are more than 30 masters of the chef alone."

Another person also said with a smile: "I started to learn cooking since I was a child, and when I grew up, I went to countless restaurants. The fried Chinese food was evaluated by the former judges as the rare top-level food in the world, which can be compared with the treasures of heaven and earth. "

"I'm not you. His cooking skills are recognized by everyone. The judges who have eaten his cooking all said that he is already the designated champion!"

"He knows all the cuisines in the world, from the Arctic to the Antarctic, from the southern hemisphere to the northern hemisphere, there is no dish he can't cook, and there is no kitchen utensils he can't use!"

"That is, when I was employed by 500 restaurants at a price of 500 million per month, I could earn [-] million by cooking just one dish a month, which is much better than your small dilapidated restaurant."

"That is, if you work hard all your life, you probably won't be famous when you are ten years old."

"That is, a chef like you can only do this for the rest of his life, living by hype."

"Hehe, you should be in your 20s, right? Listen to me, don't waste your time. Compared with this kind of genius, you have no chance at all. They can easily beat you with one finger."

Ma Teng said calmly: "That's really good, so you are his father?"

The man said in fear: "What are you talking about, how could I be someone's father..."

"Oh." Ma Teng nodded: "So you are his son?"

"Fart, I'm 43 this year! If you talk like that again, be careful I'll beat you!"

Ma Teng smiled.

"Then he is neither your father nor your grandfather. Why are you so excited when you talk about it? He gave you a dollar for a dish of 500 million? Or did he lick the plate for you?"

(End of this chapter)