Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

His only request at the time was to send a truly capable person to compete, so Zhang Tianyang, the chef of Diaoyutai, came.

He will advance to the finals, but whether he can become the God of Cookery depends on the arrangement of the country!

Not only them, but also other players have a lot of shady scenes.

Some contestants are sponsored by a brand. During the competition, contestants from other brands will be besieged together, and then a strong contestant will be sent to the final.

Although 1000 million US dollars is a lot, the name of the president of this association is even more valuable. When it comes to the right to speak in the food industry, it is worth any money.

The undercurrent this time is much deeper than the competition in the original book. Capital, politics, and ideology are all mixed together, and Wang Xuebin can't get to the bottom of it.

"Look! Stephen is moving!"

On the stage, Stephen Zhou took beef, arctic shrimp, eggs, rice and other ingredients, put them on the chopping board and began to process them.

He also seemed to know that this was his last match, so he fired all his firepower and didn't hold back.

Stephen Zhou didn't use any kitchen utensils, but directly beat the beef with his hands, every move was very mysterious.

"By the way, master, what kind of tools are Tang Niu and the others using, such as Yitianqie and Tulongzhan?"

Master Mengyi looked at Wang Xuebin, smiled and said:

"I put all these cooking skills in the Sutra Pavilion, and I have never prohibited the benefactor to watch it. Unfortunately, the benefactor has been in my temple for more than a month, but he has never stepped into the Sutra Pavilion. The poor monk has no choice!"

Wang Xuebin laughed after hearing this. At that time, he was a little conscientious, he was afraid of doing things, and he didn't dare to walk around at all. Every day was two o'clock and one line.

"Why, the benefactor will stay in Shaolin Temple for another two days? The scripture pavilion of the poor monk is still open for the benefactor!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"Since I have missed it, it proves that these things have no destiny with me. Since there is no destiny, why bother to climb!"

Master Mengyi smiled mysteriously when he heard Wang Xuebin's words.

"Whether there is a fate or not, who can say for sure?"

......

"Welcome everyone back to our God of Cookery Competition. Let's take a look at the dishes of the three chefs. The first one is Baibao Rice. It has been cooked and is being distributed. Master Zhang's siu mai has also been successful. Only Master Zhou is left!"

Except for Stephen Zhou, everyone else has done well.

There are two small plates in front of Wang Xuebin, which are Baibao Rice and Shaomai.

His Hundred Treasure Rice is called Cherry Blossom Memories. It is made of cherries, various dried fruits, and cherry blossom honey. There are also cherry blossom petals on the plate as decorations, which are crystal clear and beautiful.

The siu mai is called Pearl of the Orient. The stuffing is composed of crab roe, crab meat, shrimp balls, and wheat. The siu mai steamed with Longjing tea has a fragrance of tea leaves.

"Only in terms of the taste of these two dishes, one is sweet and soft, the other is fragrant and mellow, both of which are delicious in color and flavor, it is really hard to tell them apart.

But in terms of production difficulty, Master Zhang is even better! "

After tasting, several judges began to make evaluations, and praised Master Zhang over and over from various aspects such as color, fragrance, taste, and nutritional value.

It is said that the chefs of Sichuan cuisine are very, very good, but Master Zhang is even better!

These people are all veterans who use money to do things, and they won't make mistakes in this matter.

At this time, a raging fire suddenly ignited on the stage, and a figure in the flames swayed left and right. It was Stephen Zhou.

"Wow! It's so explosive!"

The people in the audience were stunned. At first, some people panicked and thought it was an accident. Later, they found that the flames were all under Stephen's control. They were all relieved and stood up to enjoy this spectacular scene!

What Steven Zhou cooks is sizzling fried rice.

The whole piece of beef was completely broken by the fiber he beat, and after being marinated with the secret marinade, the taste was tender, juicy, and extremely soft.

"As expected of the God of Cookery!"

When the color and aroma of the food are deduced to the extreme, the appreciation becomes a new bonus item. From the stunned expressions of people, we can see their expectations for this dish.

Stephen slapped the chopping board on Monday, and the kitchen knife and shrimps flew into the air one after another. I saw him lightly holding the kitchen knife in his hand, and the shrimps disintegrated and fell on the iron plate as he waved it casually. This scene is full of grand master style.

There was thunderous applause at the scene.

"This is Newton's holiday! Fruit Ninjas are out..."

Wang Xuebin in the audience looked at this scene and couldn't help complaining.

No one at the scene questioned this kind of un-Newtonian thing. They all applauded, and some even got up to show their love, which really exceeded Wang Xuebin's expectations.

"Master, did you do this?"

Master Yumeng shook his head, smiled and said:

"Because He is the God of Cookery, when He cooks, no matter how grand the scene is, no one will question it!"

Wang Xuebin asked in surprise:

"It's over, don't you need to experience a setback or something?"

Meng Yi nodded.

"He figured it out by himself, why should he experience any setbacks, setbacks are never the goal, thinking and experience are!"

"Then do you think he can turn things around? In the scenes I have seen, you were the last to act, punishing the evil and promoting the good. You punished all the bad guys. How about this time?"

Nocturnal Ecstasy, no, it should be Avalokitesvara, he shook his head, and said softly:

"For the current Him, it is enough that everyone likes his cooking. As for winning or losing, it is no longer what He is obsessed with!"

Stephen Zhou handed out portions of fried rice, and he also smiled gratifiedly when he saw the happy smiles on everyone's faces as they tasted it.

"Judges! I admit defeat!"

"Ok?"

While several judges were still racking their brains to find a way to guide everyone's thinking, Stephen Zhou raised his hand, smiled and called out the word quit.

Looking at Stephen Zhou's actions, the Bodhisattva said with relief:

"It is not a good thing to have bodhisattvas appearing in this world, but a kind of sorrow. Only when the world is in ruins and the people are in dire straits, can people hope that gods and Buddhas will come to rescue them. Where are the gods and Buddhas?"

Seeing the surprised expressions of the judges, Stephen Zhou spread his hands and said:

"It can't be done, I burned my eyes while cooking just now, and I need to recuperate for a while, so I can't participate in the next competition!"