Liuxiang

In the auditorium, the solemn atmosphere has disappeared in the air with a piece of cheerful music.The lights flickered suddenly, and the curtain on the podium was lowered, temporarily covering the high platform.A total of six doors on both sides of the auditorium opened together. After a while, people entered the venue one after another, looking for seats to sit down.

Brother Jiang seemed to see Shang Huaiyan's doubts, and said: "After all, it is a play-off competition open to the public. In addition to the live broadcast on the TV station, an invitation letter was released to invite chefs and people related to the chefs to participate. .”

Shang Huaiyan nodded clearly.

In the next second, he found that the gold medal winner of the Chef King Contest who had just been told by Senior Brother Jiang to leave was mixed with the crowd again, walked in as if nothing had happened, and chose a place farthest from Senior Brother Jiang to exchange tickets with someone.

Shang Huaiyan: "..." Why bother.

Brother Jiang next to him sneered, and after a while, he let out a long and inexplicable sigh.

After the crowd was all seated, the lights began to flicker again, alternating several times, and finally, more than half of the lights were directed towards the rostrum!

At this time, the red velvet curtain that had fallen was slowly pulled up again.

On the high platform, three groups of movable stoves were arranged in three directions, forming a tripartite confrontation with each other; behind the stove, the three contestants all felt a little nervous when facing the crowd of spectators!

It was brightly lit at the moment.

The host stood on the high platform with a smile on his face, and once again said in his powerful voice: "Everyone at the scene, everyone in front of the TV, hello! Meet! This time, we have the strongest gatekeeper in history! This time, we have a youthful challenger! This time, among the three challengers, who can stand out and get the final one——

"A chance to be the king of kings!!!

"Now, I announce the start of the first match of the King Chef Challenge playoffs!

"The title of the first competition is: Fried River Shrimp!"

Gathering of lights, focus of sight.

Yi Baitang felt his heart beating violently in his chest for a long time.

The senses, blood, nerves, and all the functions in the body were affected, and the focus changed from a scattered spider web to a needle point, and the pointed end was nailed into his hands.

Picking, shelling, sizing, chilling and then returning to normal temperature, and finally put the processed shrimps into the pot.

After 45 minutes, the three finished their dishes one after another.

At this time, the master of ceremonies came to the stage and brought the dishes made by the three into the backstage. After the sorting was completed, they were divided into numbers one, two and three, and served to all the guests present.

There were at least a hundred guests present.

The guests tasted three dishes, and then selected one of them according to the taste, and cast their own votes. The votes were counted on the spot, and the results were announced immediately. The whole process only took 10 minutes!

The dishes were divided into the floor of Shang Huaiyan and Senior Brother Jiang.

Shang Huaiyan looked at three small white porcelain plates with petals placed on top of the blue peony set, which just formed the shape of a flower.On the white porcelain plate, three small shrimps were lined up, with voting numbers sandwiched around the edge.In addition, there are chopsticks and mouthwash on the large porcelain plate, which are all delicious.

Shang Huaiyan picked up the chopsticks and tasted three servings of shrimp.

Without too much discrimination, he quickly picked out the one he was most satisfied with and voted for it.

All actions are carried out in silence.

Apart from the clinking of cups and plates, there were only a few scattered conversations that disappeared like meteors.

Following a mechanical sound, a huge monitor descended from the high platform. In the monitor, the names of Yi Baitang, Jiang Xue, and Kong Haolin appeared on the big screen. Immediately afterwards, three columnar vote count charts quickly counted the background results .

The stats are in!

In the three histograms, two histograms are almost equal, and the remaining one jumps high!

All three contestants had their backs to the big screen.

The host, the live guests, and the audience in front of the TV all saw the statistical results at the same time.

The results of the first match are in.

"Now—" the host said loudly, "All contestants, please turn around, the holder of the ticket to the king of kings has been revealed, and it falls on—"

Yi Baitang and the three turned around together.

The stage spotlights dimmed.

A beam of spotlights flickered on.

The beam of bright white light spun around with the passionate melody "咚咚咚咚" and landed on one of them.

"The winner of the first match of the Chef's Hegemony playoffs is—"

"Yi! Bai! Tang!—"

applause.

The guests present raised their hands to express their gratitude and expectation to the chef who made the delicious food.

Among the crowd, Shang Huaiyan and Brother Jiang applauded together with smiles.

Shang Huaiyan said: "I didn't expect the next game to be like this. I thought it would be more serious."

Brother Jiang: "This is what the teacher meant. Originally, I suggested that the teacher accept the award alone at the end, but the teacher refused."

Shang Huaiyan: "Oh?"

Brother Jiang: "Perhaps for the teacher, the honor on the road of life is already enough. He hopes to leave the last, most important and most memorable ceremony to others."

Shang Huaiyan: "Ask a question."

Brother Jiang: "Say?"

Shang Huaiyan: "The first match is over, during the break, can I go to the backstage to see our little brother?"

Brother Jiang emphasized with a deadpan expression: "The little brother is mine."

But he did not refuse Shang Huaiyan's request.

Of course, he went backstage with Shang Huaiyan.

At this moment, the three contestants have returned to the backstage.

Far away from the lights and the crowd, the other two contestants who lost the game couldn't show much expression. They walked all the way to the lounge quickly, grabbed the staff as soon as they entered the lounge, and asked in unison: "The other two players?" Is there any leftover dish that I made personally, I want to taste it!"

Staff: "This... this does not meet the requirements."

The little fat man suddenly became angry: "You take out the competition discipline book and point out the requirements to me to see which regulations do not meet!"

The staff was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, at this time, Brother Jiang had already come in with Shang Huaiyan. Brother Jiang nodded to the staff first: "Go down, I will take charge here." Then he said to the little fat man, "Although there is no This is not allowed according to the regulations, but generally speaking, chef competitions will not keep the dishes of both sides after the selection is over - after all, artistic taste is such a subjective thing, we can only obey the majority."

This is not wrong.

The little fat man's yelling voice suddenly dropped an octave, and he became a lot more wronged: "But you also let us taste each other's dishes during the chef king competition."

Brother Jiang was calm and proud: "That's because we dare to be the first in the world, and we have always insisted on constantly reforming the system and constantly innovating tastes."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "And this time you are more lucky, there are indeed some dishes left in the three dishes."

After the words fell, Shang Huaiyan walked out from behind Senior Brother Jiang, and he held the remaining three plates of stir-fried shrimp firmly in his hand.

In just eleven or twelve minutes, the dishes are still at the most suitable stage for entrance.

The freshness of the river prawns and the fragrance that overflows with the temperature are intertwined together into a seductive net, which seals off the surroundings without making a fuss.

All eyes were on the shrimp in Shang Huaiyan's hand.

And Shang Huaiyan blinked at Yi Baitang while they were not paying attention.

A makeup table in the lounge has been sorted out to serve as a dining table.

Not only the little fat man and Jiang Xue were eager to taste Yi Baitang's cuisine, but even Yi Baitang was not opposed to trying the cuisine that could increase his self-confidence before the real match came.But the winner's reason for victory is not as urgent as the loser's reason for failure, so Yi Baitang stayed aside and gave up the seat in front of the dishes to the other two.

The little fat man took the chopsticks, aimed at Yi Baitang's dish with his first glance, and then picked up the dish and put it into his mouth.

He took only one bite.

After one bite, he dropped his chopsticks and left in a daze.

Jiang Xue was a step slower, she didn't taste Yi Baitang's dishes immediately, but went to try the dishes of the little fat man who won the same number of votes as herself.

taste good.

As good as your own.

That's weird, even the taste is almost the same.

I and the little fat man should have their own preferred cooking methods, why do they even taste the same...it must be because I have eaten that person's fried river prawns before.The stir-fried river prawns left a deep impression on them, because... really, it was so delicious.

So have been trying to reproduce it.

So on the field of this competition, the two of them got almost the same number of votes. Maybe everyone thinks that the two of them cook the same kind of food.

But... But until now, Jiang Xue doesn't feel that she or the little fat man is not delicious!

So she turned her gaze, and extended her chopsticks to the third dish on the scene, which was Yi Baitang's cooking.

She picked up the shrimp and put it in her mouth.

The taste of everything is very similar to what she and the little fat man made, but completely different. With the first experience, she has been able to taste that this stir-fried river prawn does not add any seasoning that they did not add, nor does it There is not much difference with them in the degree of heat and steps.

But there is an indescribable difference.

This difference is like whether pepper is added to the dish, whether MSG is added to the dish, or whether salt is added to the dish.

This difference made their original good imitation, the originally delicious cuisine, suddenly become a poor imitation.

This plate of fried river prawns, just like the one they ate at first, can make all the dishes they tasted in the past lose a little bit of flavor in an instant.

"...What is it?" Jiang Xue bit her lip and asked unwillingly, "You and that master's dishes have more than ours?"

"Probably," Yi Baitang said, "it's 'heart'."

One after another people left the lounge, and in the end, only Shang Huaiyan stayed with Yi Baitang.

Sitting in front of the table, Yi Baitang took a mouthful of Fatty's shrimp and then Jiang Xue's shrimp.

Exactly the same taste.

A weakened version of the taste of the big devil.

Both of them are trying their best to imitate the Great Demon King...it's inevitable.Yi Baitang analyzed it carefully.After all, even if the "heart" mode is not counted as a cheating tool, the Great Demon King is also striving for perfection in the blending of heat and taste. There is no best, only better.

However, the taste of these two people is not too bad.

Yi Baitang continued to analyze habitually.

Fatty’s shrimp had a jumping feeling, after chewing several times, he still had the illusion of the shrimp bouncing in his mouth; Jiang Xue’s was lukewarm, giving him the illusion of the shrimp swimming in his mouth.

"Quite talented..." Yi Baitang muttered to himself.

"What?" Shang Huaiyan was surprised.

"It's nothing." Yi Baitang put down his chopsticks, casually, "They're all imitating the Great Demon King, whether it's ingredients, heat, or that vague feeling, that heart..."

Speaking of this, a nerve in his mind was suddenly fiddled with, and the layer of veil that had been covering his mind for a while was taken away. Yi Baitang had a flash of inspiration, and finally understood that he had been feeling wrong for a while. What exactly is the place——

"By the way, they are imitating, and I am imitating too..."

He muttered to himself:

"They imitate the ingredients and heat, and I imitate the old man's heart cooking..."

"But blindly imitating, how can you win?"