In the No. 1 examination room, Ye Chui and Meng Qiyong have served two dishes made of rice cakes on the judges' seats:.../
One spicy rice cake has a bright red color and a sour aroma. Another spicy rice cake has a colorful color and rich taste. Both dishes can make people feel extremely appetite at a glance. The three gourmets, as judges, quickly lit up their eyes and tasted these three dishes.
Because of the fame accumulated by Ye Chui, there were many people watching the stadium, and almost all tourists from China gathered here.
The island has opened a flight and can take specific planes and passenger ships here, but the cost is definitely not low. Only those who can go to the scene to observe the chef competition in person, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they hope to see the rise and revival of Chinese food, and hope to see Ye Chui, the Chinese God of Food, be able to kill all directions in the world.
There are actually not many Korean tourists who support Meng Qiyong on the scene. Meng Qiyong hosted a food program in South Korea. He can be said to be a veritable national chef in South Korea and has a wide audience.
When the three judges began to taste the dishes of Ye Chui and Meng Qiyong, everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the final result.
Ye Chu's face was not nervous at all, as if he was full of confidence in the outcome of the game, while Meng Qiyong was a little anxious, as if to calm himself down, he turned to look at Ye Chu and said, "I will win this time."
He uses English.
When Ye Chui heard this, he smiled slightly at Meng Qiyong, without saying anything, but just smiled loudly.
After tasting the dishes, the three judges did not directly give the answer, but started discussing it whisperingly.
These three judges are all American foodies. It seems that they have known each other for a long time and are very familiar with each other. Soon, they discussed a result.
"The three of us have the same judgment." A moment later, one of the three of them had a short golden hair and buzz cut. "The ingredients used in these two dishes are still somewhat similar in taste, but one dish is far more than the other dish, so we unanimously agreed..." The middle-aged man said, and suddenly paused here.
He immediately grabbed the hearts of everyone at the scene and waited nervously for him to continue talking.
Meng Qiyong couldn't help swallowing. When he thought of something, he subconsciously looked at Ye Chui, but found that Ye Chui still had a faint smile on his face, as if he had no worries about the next answer. Is this a sign of confidence?
How could he be so confident?
The middle-aged man paused for only a few seconds. Immediately afterwards, he continued: "We all think that Mr. Ye Chui's spicy rice cakes are far superior to Mr. Meng's spicy rice cakes. Mr. Ye Chui won this game!"
As these words were spoken, a burst of warm cheers broke out at the scene. Of course, these were tourists from China, and those who came to support Meng Qiyong specifically showed a look of disappointment and despair.
Ye Chu's face was calm, and he didn't seem to have any pride because he won the game. He believed in his cooking skills very much. There were only a few people in this world who could compete with him. He never took other kittens and shrimps seriously.
Since he won the game, he was about to leave.
"Why..." Meng Qiyong seemed unable to accept this result and asked with a sharp voice, "The two dishes are almost the same, why would Ye Chui win?"
"Cook Meng." The middle-aged man said leisurely, "The dishes you two are actually not much different, but it is also true that Mr. Ye Chui's dishes are better. Your dishes make us feel delicious. However, Mr. Ye Chui's dishes make us feel delicious. There is another experience."
"What experience?" Meng Qiyong asked.
"To put it in a Chinese idiom, it should be... natural." The middle-aged man looked like a Chinese master and said with a smile. "The ingredients and the taste of various condiments are integrated. It seems that they are born into one, and there is no barrier between each other. To be honest, it is the first time I have been a foodie for so long that I have had this feeling in a dish." After a pause, he continued. "Cheer Meng, to be honest, there is still a huge gap between you and Mr. Ye Chui's cooking skills. It is not a technical gap, but another more wonderful gap in realm."
Meng Qiyong's body trembled slightly, as if he refused to believe the foodie's words. He walked to the dining table and picked up a pair of knife and fork to taste the plate of sour rice cakes that were drooping.
The rice cake was filled with soft and sour taste. When he chewed it carefully, his expression suddenly became stunned. His originally angry expression gradually calmed down. He gave another piece of rice cake. A bitter smile appeared on his face: "I... I was convinced."
At this moment, Meng Qiyong only felt that he had just won the reputation of a national chef in a small place in South Korea, and thought that he was invincible in the world in cooking. This is really a big joke...
There is a god outside the world.
The game ended here, and Ye Chui won the second game.
The Chinese tourists in the audience burst into cheers again.
Ye Chui left the field with a smile, and followed Lin Wei and others to the No. 9 examination room.
He was still quite worried about An Xiaoxiao's game, although he knew that An Xiaoxiao lost more than he won this time.
When the group came outside the No. 9 exam room, they saw An Xiaoxiao standing among Dong Qian, Dong Youyou and others, full of loss on her face.
When Ye Chui walked over, An Xiaoxiao curled her mouth and looked at Ye Chui as if she was about to cry: "I'm sorry, Master... I lost."
"Don't be discouraged." Ye Chui looked at An Xiaoxiao's look of crying, and a feeling of regret suddenly arose in his heart. He patted An Xiaoxiao's head, "Your opponent Elliot is very powerful. It is not embarrassing to lose to her. Practice your cooking skills well and you will win it back sooner or later."
"It's a pity that Xiaoxiao lost." Dong Youyou said, "One of the three judges chose her, and the last one hesitated for a long time before finally choosing the Greek woman, and she lost only the front line."
Ye Chui smiled and said, "If you meet him next time, Xiaoxiao will definitely not lose. Although I have never seen that Pulich cooking skill, my level will definitely not be low. It is already very good that you can compare with her like this."
Everyone comforted again, and An Xiaoxiao finally recovered from the shadow of defeat.
It was already noon and everyone was about to find a place to settle the lunch, but at this time Tian Xiaodu suddenly thought of something and suggested: "I want to watch another game."
"Whose game?" Dong Youyou took out the battle form from her pocket and said, "Is there an opponent worth paying attention to?"
"It's my group." Tian Xiaodu said in a deep voice, "If possible, I will meet him in the third scene."
"Fang Tao?" Dong Youyou soon discovered the name, "Isn't this your apprentice?"
Tian Xiaodu nodded: "He was deprived of his chef's license because of his bad intentions, and he has been missing since then... He signed up for the registration point in Thailand for this Super Chef Competition. I want to see how his cooking skills are now."
"I'll go!" Dong Youyou suddenly swears.
"What's wrong?" Everyone else looked at Dong Youyou.
Dong Youyou pointed to the name of the dish registered on the form and said, "The judges of Fang Tao in this game are a Chinese named Zhang Jianzhong. Do you know what they are competing... It's snake meat!"
"Snake...meat?" Everyone was stunned.
Dong Youyou said with a disgusting look: "What Fang Tao wants to make is a dish called charcoal-boiled water snake, and what Zhang Jianzhong wants to make is a three-silk snake soup... Disgusting, can snake meat be eaten?"
"Of course you can eat snake meat." Ye Chui showed an interesting expression. "The Chinese have a long history of eating snake meat. There is no shortage of various ways to cook snake meat in Guangdong cuisine. Three-silk snake soup is one of them. This dish is derived from snake soup. If cooked properly, it will be a very amazing delicacy. This is the most serious Chinese delicacy... Haha, I can make it for you to eat if I have the chance."
When the girl heard Ye Chui's phone call, Wang Shiyu, the naughty child, showed an interesting expression, and the others shook their heads with pale faces, saying that they would not eat even if they were beaten to death.
Even Tian Xiaodu and others showed very disgusting expressions. This is more difficult to accept than eating fat intestines and mutton...
"What is the carbon-roasted water snake?" Wang Shiyu continued to ask with interest.
"I don't know what dark food this one might be," Ye Cui frowned.
The word dark cuisine surprised everyone. The Super Chef Competition did not prohibit dark cuisine from participating. The original dark cuisine chefs who were hiding around like rats crossing the street had a day to make a comeback. Fang Tao and Ye Chui saw him the last time, which had a great relationship with dark cuisine...
This time he participated in the Super Chef Competition, he was preparing to cook a dark dish, which was not surprising.
Tian Xiaodu clenched his fists in anger: "This kid is still making dark dishes... Alas!" The fat face gradually became a look of regret.
Ye Chui put away the table and suggested: "I don't know if his game is over now, let's go and have a look together."
In the third arena, the competition did not end. The cooking showdown between Fang Tao and Chinese chef Zhang Jianzhong had just begun. The judges were a middle-aged Japanese woman, two American men. When they watched two dishes named after snakes were served on the dining table, the two middle-aged men not to mention the Japanese middle-aged woman's face turned pale...
Fang Tao, whose appearance changed a lot from the image of the gentle man before, smiled and said, "Three judges, please try these two dishes." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!