After the liver became the richest man, I helped marine environmental protection

On August [-]th, the domestic chef competition started.

Most people with something on their hands will do their best to get a ticket in and have a go at this place.

This is the cradle where chefs are bred, and it is also the place where many high-end restaurants select chefs.

At this time, Yan Shou took Qi Huai and a few chefs beside him to the Chef King Competition.

Chefs participating in the competition can have two spectator tickets, and Yanshou has a few spectator tickets given by Rong Weng, and now Yanshou has a total of five tickets!

After sending those who are good at cooking to participate in the competition, Yan Shou sat down with other employees, waiting for the start of the King Chef Competition.

The King Chef Competition is an international competition, so they will first select those who are qualified to participate in the international competition in the country, and the voting within the country is generally divided into two stages.

The first stage is to arrange everyone's specialty dishes neatly, and then let the participating audience vote for their favorite dishes.

The judges can also come down, and one vote of the judges is worth three votes of the audience.

So at this stage, the audience is very happy, they can taste the craftsmanship of these skilled chefs, and at the same time they can vote for their favorite contestants.

After the competition, invite the other party to work in your store, or communicate.

The banquet guards came late, and when they arrived, the Chef King Competition had already started for a while, and they went in just in time for the first stage of voting.

Each audience has five votes and can vote for their five favorite dishes.

The subjective emotions of the audience are very strong. They will not be as objective as the judges. If it meets the taste, it is delicious, and if it does not meet the taste, it is not delicious. Simple and clear.

But such simplicity is exactly what the judges want. You know, the greatest joy of food is its taste!

Is a food good or not?

The banquet guard held the five tickets in his hand and threw them to Qi Huai: "Look, choose whichever you like."

Qi Huai thought for a while, then asked in a low voice, "What does Uncle Zhang do?"

"I don't know," Yan Shou forgot to ask, "It's okay, if he can't be selected, his salary will be deducted."

Qi Huai: "..."

With that said, he was even more worried.

Qi Huai pursed his lips, held the ticket tightly in his hand, and decided not to think about anything, only to see what he liked.

He passed by one by one, and would stop when he saw something he liked, and taste it carefully with a toothpick.

Qi Huai was the first to eat a dish of mapo tofu. Among the dishes, many dishes exuding a charming fragrance were relatively ordinary dishes.

The chef who chooses such a dish is obviously very confident in himself and believes that he can bring out the taste of this dish as it should.

When Qi Huai bent down to taste the mapo tofu with a small spoon, he was instantly conquered by this dish.

The tofu selected for this dish is very tender, and it seems that it can be broken one by one at any time.

And it doesn't taste sophisticated at all, as if the baby's delicate skin is slipping between the teeth, and you can't bear to bite it.

But the spicy juice of Mapo Tofu itself is very appetizing. I couldn't help the temptation and took a big bite.

Very demagogic.

Qi Huai hurriedly shared with his uncle: "Uncle, it, it is really delicious!"

As Qi Huai said, he even raised a small disposable spoon and handed it to the banquet guard.

Yan Shou walked over calmly, and under Qi Huai's expectant gaze, he bent down and tasted it.

"good."

Qi Huai smiled and said, "Uncle, what if I have many, many favorites?"

"It's okay, I'll find a ticket for you." Yan Shou didn't care, and said these words generously and heart-warmingly.

Qi Huai licked his lips, and there was red sauce of mapo tofu on it, super delicious!

He turned around and continued to look around.

From time to time, he hesitated next to a dish and leaned over to take a bite.

Qi Huai's actions were very fast, and in less than 10 minutes, he ate the dishes of these chefs from start to finish.

Although each dish was just a small bite, I didn't expect him to last it first.

Qi Huai rubbed his stomach, looked at the one ticket left in his hand, and thought to himself: "Can I give two tickets to Mapo Tofu? I like it so much!"

Yan Shou nodded calmly: "Yes."

Since the rules didn't say it, it must be given as much as you want.

During the conversation, Qi Huai and Yan Shou walked back again and voted for this delicious mapo tofu.

"According to me, this mapo tofu is pretty good. It's broken but not scattered. It has a shape and taste. The point is, the tofu and ingredients are well selected!"

"Look at what you said, is the success of others a matter of materials? Even if you eat a piece of old tofu, you can still feel this silky feeling!"

"It's different. To be a chef is to be able to select ingredients. Only by successfully selecting ingredients can we produce delicious dishes."

The two old men stood in front of Mapo Tofu and commented, each of them had an opinion, and they went off topic while talking.

When Yan Shou and Qi Huai walked over, Yan Shou found that one of them was the Rong Weng he met at that time.

But Qi Huai didn't notice it at the time, so naturally he didn't see Rong Weng.

He came over to vote, and at the same time frowned displeasedly: "Sir, can you discuss it on the road? If you block the road, others will not be able to eat or vote."

"Look at me! Old Mo, let's talk while walking," Rong Weng said, turning around and looking at Qi Huai cheerfully, "Thank you for reminding me, the young man also likes this mapo tofu!"

Qi Huai nodded: "It's very tender and delicious, I want to vote for it."

Rong Weng smiled, "It is indeed the hope of the next generation of the country, with vision!"

He looked beside Qi Huai with a smile: "It's still with someone, with whom...is it you?!"

The banquet guard raised his eyebrows slightly: "Coincidentally."

Rong Weng: "..."

I'm sorry, he really really doesn't want to be coincidental!

Although Rong Weng didn't really want to see this person who choked him with a word, but Rong Weng suddenly remembered something and smiled complacently.

"Tomorrow's second round, we judges will make a special dish as an introduction. You have to taste it carefully to see if you deserve the title of King Chef."

Yan Shou looked at it and nodded without interest: "Okay, I hope I won't be disappointed."

Rong Weng laughed angrily: "Let's talk about this mapo tofu. Although it is good, it still has many flaws. By the way, this guy belongs to your family? Let him taste the Sichuan cuisine I made tomorrow, I promise Much better than this flawed dish!"

The banquet guard looked at the mapo tofu that had been eaten a lot, and asked, "What's the difference?"

Rong Weng began to comment without hesitation: "Its taste lacks a bit of heat. The cook is afraid that this dish will spoil the presentation if it is fried too much, so it is only fried to eight points. This is his biggest shortcoming. By……"

Rong Weng was about to turn his head when he said that, when he found that Yan Shou lowered his head and took out a notebook from Qi Huai's pocket, and wrote a line of handwriting that he couldn't understand at all after swiping a few times.

I'm afraid it's the kind that doctors would bow down to.

Rong Weng's voice suddenly stopped.

He looked at the banquet guard motionlessly, with inquiry in his eyes.

When the banquet guard heard the voice disappeared, he raised his eyes in doubt: "What else?"

Rong Weng was a little restless: "What are you doing?"

"Take notes," Yan Shou said while taking notes, "You're very good, what else?"

Rong Weng: "..."

There is always a feeling that the free teacher is eloquent on it, and the students bow their heads to take notes, and they can't even remember where they are talking.

Doubt, so much doubt!

Rong Weng had to ask again: "What are you taking notes for?"

Yanshou pointed to the plate of mapo tofu: "My family."

Rong Weng: "..."

Grass!He actually praised Yan Shou's chef just now? ! !

loss!

Qi Huai looked at Yanshou with wide eyes: "Uncle, didn't you say you didn't ask?"

"Your Uncle Zhang's cooking skills, I can taste them with my eyes closed." Yan Shou's tone was light, "It's just right, let others point him, let him go back and improve."

Rong Weng wanted to interrupt.

Is he just a tool man for feelings?

Although it was indeed his Rong Weng who said it, it just felt awkward, like a sense of powerlessness being used.

"Your family's chef also came to participate in the competition?" Rong Weng cut into the topic forcefully, "Then this performance does not seem to be very good, and there are still such big flaws."

Rong Weng spoke casually.

But before Yan Shou could speak, the judge next to him who didn't see the situation clearly denied it: "Old Rong, what are you talking about? Didn't you just praise people for their good speculation and selection of materials? It's almost too hot, but it's enough?" ?”

Rong Weng: "..."

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the banquet guard, but the banquet guard just glanced at the ballot box, and didn't seem to care about his words at all.

Heart congestion.

The frustrated Rong Weng was about to say something more, but his partner led him to continue walking inside.

Qi Huai watched the interaction between the two of them, curious: "Uncle, who is he?"

The guard thought about it for a while, and gave an adjective: "The guest who made a pig cry in the bathhouse last time."

"Oh!" After saying this, Qi Huai immediately remembered, "Is he actually a judge? Will he wear shoes for us?"

"No, he doesn't know who our chef is," the banquet guard dragged Qi Huai out, and continued, "In the future, he will be the master of your Uncle Zhang and other uncles and aunts, so get along well."

Qi Huai nodded: "Okay, I will."

It seemed that they had already pried Rong Weng off.

But in fact, it's almost the same. The banquet guard has already figured out the other party's temper, and it's a natural thing for the other party to accept one apprentice and two apprentices.

The first round of the competition ended soon. In order to make room for the audience and judges to eat the second round, and to give the chef a certain rest time, the second round of the competition was put on the next afternoon.

The next afternoon's competition started quickly, and this time the competition mainly focused on the production of specific dishes.

The judges put the names of the dishes they selected into cardboard boxes, randomly selected three dishes, and asked these advanced chefs to cook them one by one, then commented on them for the judges, and finally tasted them for the audience.

Those who can enter this round are basically capable. Even if they have never cooked the dishes mentioned by the judges, they can follow the recipes to know the taste and general texture of the dishes.

After the host pulled out three notes from the box, the competition finally started this time.

The dish made in the first round was the crystal bag.

The most basic recipe of the crystal bag is printed on the big screen, and those who have never done it can make the simplest crystal bag according to the big screen.

Of course, if you can do it, you can try to innovate.

The chef brought by the banquet guard can indeed make crystal buns, and they do it well. This is a rotating dish in their deep sea.

Qi Huai saw Uncle Zhang at a glance. The other party was in the front position. Among the thirteen chefs, he was almost in the fifth place, the second row.

Qi Huai watched Uncle Zhang's movements intently. In comparison, Yan Shou's movements were more perfunctory, and he almost fell asleep.

On the field, the first thing Uncle Zhang did was make face-to-face.

After finishing the skin, he began to adjust the filling.

The deliciousness of their deep-sea crystal buns lies in this secret filling.

Ordinary crystal buns taste a bit sweet, and when you bite through the white skin, you can still feel the soft, glutinous and sweet taste that is exclusive to crystal buns.

And the filling of the crystal bag has a special flavor.

Of course, the stuffing here depends on how each family makes it.

The banquet guards waited for these crystal bags to be steamed in the stands. In order to save time, when the first course was delivered, they had to start the second course.

As each dish was completed, it was brought to the judges' table, and the judges tasted it calmly.

When there are more judges, they can have a very calm face no matter whether the food is delicious or not, which makes the chefs who were waiting anxiously feel at ease.

Anyway, there's nothing wrong with it.

After the judges finished tasting, these dishes were cut into small pieces and sent to the auditorium plate by plate for the audience to taste.

In the second round, only three people will be selected to enter the finals, and they will make their own specialty dishes.

So, this second round is crucial.

After the three dishes were eaten in turn, the judges began to comment one by one.

Rong Weng was the first to comment.

He looked at the thirteen young people standing below, shook his head and laughed, "I have to say, one generation is better than the next. I was not so outstanding when you were your age."

He gave everyone a general comment with a friendly smile, and then said emphatically: "I found that the crystal buns made today on the [-]th have a slightly spicy taste, are they made of Sichuan cuisine?"

Uncle Zhang No. [-] nodded: "The main thing is to make spicy dishes for the family."

"Not bad," Rong Weng smiled on his cheeks, "Your Sichuan food is spicy but not spicy. It tastes natural and refreshing. Keep working hard."

If it weren't for the fact that he was still competing now, he would have wanted to poach someone and ask the other party if he would like to be his apprentice.

After Rong Weng lingeringly finished speaking, the judges behind were all fairly fast. They basically finished their comments in a few words, gave themselves their votes, and then proceeded to the next session.

It seems that there is no one who particularly appreciates it.

Uncle Zhang was among the people selected in the second round. They stood together and waited for the start of the finals.

Just at this time, the etiquette one by one lifted the tray up, and let everyone taste the taste of the dishes made by the judges, as an intermission.

The banquet guard and the others got a little more food, which is not obvious, but obviously, the other party wanted the banquet guard to taste it and said that it was really delicious, and I was wrong.

The banquet guard took the plate and handed it to Qi Huai: "Taste first."

Qi Huai tilted his head to look at the banquet guard: "Uncle, don't you want to eat?"

"Well," Yan Shou nodded calmly, "You eat first, I'll wait."

On the other side, the distant Rong Weng almost used his binoculars to look at it, and didn't notice whether the banquet guard had eaten it or not.

He stood up even though he was so anxious, and ran to the front of the banquet guard in small steps.

At this time, Qi Huai had eaten more than half of it, and praised while eating: "It's better than Uncle Zhang's cooking."

Rong Weng's face softened slightly: "Yes, after all, he is still young."

Rong Weng looked at the banquet guard with a relaxed face and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"Taste it for the child first," Yan Shou said in a cool tone, "I'm a picky eater, and I'm afraid it will be bad if I get angry with the food."

Rong Weng: "...you didn't seem angry when you ate mapo tofu just now. Is it because the dishes made by our judges are angry?"

"That mapo tofu has my own filter, I can still bear it," Yan Shou paused, meaningful, "This dish doesn't, I'm afraid I can't bear it."

That's right, Rong Weng's head is getting bigger!

He stared at the banquet guard and gritted his teeth: "Taste it, if it doesn't taste good, you can kick me and hit me."

Yan Shou was serious: "You can't buy a good mood."

Rong Weng gritted his teeth: "Then how do you eat?"

"In this way," the banquet guard seemed to be reluctant to come up with a question, "in order to make up for the damage to my tongue, after I finish eating, you have to help my family taste the food. If necessary, give some encouragement and advice, how about it?"

Rong Weng thought about it, and felt that this idea seemed to be a good idea, and the chef at Yanshou's house didn't look like he could cook dark dishes.

"can!"

After getting the answer, the banquet guard finally condescended to taste the taste of this dish.