"He Changle, you...why did you show up at the Chef God Competition!"
Just like Lin Yichen's expression, Huang Xuedong, who represented Shuanglin Group on the stage, was stunned when he saw He Changle.
"Chef Huang, where do you think I should be?"
With a smile on his face, He Changle turned to look at the Shuanglin Group's competition next to him and nodded politely.
"It's over now!"
Huang Xuedong looked at He Changle's expression, his heart thumped, and he almost died on the spot.
Just yesterday.
He and several people from Shuanglin Group also went to Donghai People's Hospital in person and secretly visited He Changle.
Huang Xuedong saw with his own eyes that He Changle was unconscious in the inpatient ward. He also asked the attending doctor and several nurses, and the information he received was that there was no possibility of He Changle waking up for the time being.
But Huang Xuedong would never admit that the person in front of him was the chef king He Changle.
In an instant, Huang Xuedong's heart was shaking violently, his back felt a little cold, and he had already given up before starting the game.
The chef king who has won the Chinese Chef King Food Competition for five consecutive years is simply overqualified and a heavyweight guest who came to participate in this kind of competition.
"He Changle is here, and this is nothing!"
"If it wasn't so embarrassing to admit defeat, I would have given up!"
Not to mention Huang Xuedong, the other three chefs who were promoted also showed expressions of admiration and shock. At the same time, they began to feel timid and even planned to admit defeat.
The chef king took action, not even a blade of grass grew, and it was still a joke.
Not to mention on the stage of the competition, He Changle's appearance was like a bombshell. The five people in the judges' seat and the audience in the audience all made thunderous sounds.
"Oh my God, it's Mr. He Changle, the chef king who is still retired."
"What kind of charm does Su's Restaurant have that makes Mr. He Changle willing to be the chef to participate in the competition?"
"This is definitely the most exciting and most anticipated day in my career as I have hosted five sessions of the Donghai City God of Cooking Competition."
"I believe that Mr. He Changle, the chef king, will definitely give us a pleasing competition!"
Both hosts held the microphone and chattered excitedly.
On the big screen, all the cameras were focused on He Changle, and the flash below never stopped.
The aura that should have belonged to Huang Xuedong and Shuanglin Hotel was now disrupted by the appearance of He Changle.
Off stage.
Lin Yichen jumped up from the chair, clenched his fists, and said in a deep and strong voice: "What the hell is going on! Shouldn't this He Changle be in the hospital now? What did you do!"
"Young Master Lin, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
Just after Lin Yichen roared, a hand was put on his shoulder, and then a strong smell of cheap cigarettes came, choking Lin Yichen and almost crying.
Lin Yichen twisted his neck and stared, looking at Yang Chen who didn't know when he appeared next to him, still holding his shoulders intimately, and shook it off with all his strength, his eyes flashed with cold light: "Yang Chen, are you fucking kidding me?"
"Young Master Lin's words are beyond the standard."
"After all, you are also the general manager of Shuanglin Hotel of Shuanglin Group. What the hell do you say when you say a damn thing! Where are your damn qualities?"
Yang Chen grinned and said.
Lin Yichen was stunned by a series of weird things, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Yang Chen, so this is all arranged by you in advance?"
"Playing like a hawk got pecked in the eye!"
"With all the tricks of your Lin family, do you think my reputation in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Donghai City is in vain?"
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders, turned a blind eye to Lin Yichen's murderous eyes, and patted his shoulder: "Young Master Lin, you can think about it now, what kind of sincerity will you prepare after losing?"
Let me let you go!"
"snort!"
"Yang Chen, don't be too happy too early."
"So what if you have He Changle as your trump card? At worst, we can win two out of five, and then our Shuanglin Hotel will still compete with your Su Family Restaurant for the championship."
"Do you think Huang Xuedong is my ace in Shuanglin Hotel?"
Lin Yichen put his hands in his pockets, straightened his waist, and said arrogantly.
"Okay, then I'll wait and see."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled, spitting thick smoke into Lin Yichen's face, then turned around and walked towards his seat.
"Yang Chen, I want you to look good today!"
Looking at Yang Chen's back, Lin Yichen's fists made a snapping sound.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, as long as I'm here, He Changle won't be a problem either!"
At this moment, a man wearing a baseball cap sitting next to Lin Yichen slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse and low, like ice.
"Do you see clearly?"
At the same time, as soon as Yang Chen sat down, Su Xueer couldn't help but ask.
"If the photo given by Lao He is correct, the person sitting next to Lin Yichen is Hu Weiyue, the champion of the last Chinese Master Chef Food Competition."
Yang Chen sat down, took a sip of water, and said calmly.
"Then does Mr. He have any chance of winning?"
When Su Xueer heard that it was really Hu Weiyue, she was a little nervous and asked weakly.
"Don't worry, Lin Yichen has a trump card, it seems like I don't have one."
Yang Chen turned to look at the nervous Su Xueer, with a mysterious light shining in his eyes: "Watch the game first, I will give you a surprise later."
"oh."
Su Xueer was just about to ask, but Yang Chen put her off with a word. She could only temporarily calm down her nervous mood and cast her eyes on the stage.
"Now, I announce that the rematch of the Donghai City God of Cooking Competition has officially begun."
"The semi-finals last for a total of one hour, with four dishes and one soup made from the ingredients in front of you. After being reviewed by five professional judges, we will select the top two finalists."
"Of course, if you have a confident team, you can make a feast."
"Now I really want to know what surprise Mr. He, the chef king, will give us."
As soon as the host's voice fell, the countdown started on the large electronic screen.
Huang Xuedong glanced at He Changle, who was calmly handling a native chicken. His throat trembled violently. He looked at the audience again and quickly began to prepare his own ingredients.
After the one-hour countdown started, the five families began to work frantically, preparing their own ingredients while observing He Changle, who was leisurely and leisurely, as if he was making a work of art.
The emergence of He Changle undoubtedly put tremendous pressure on the other four teams.
Even the chefs from nine restaurants accidentally broke a plate on the table, and the atmosphere suddenly became even more tense.
The audience and judges in the audience all watched the video of the five teams cooking on the large electronic screen, especially He Changle.
He Changle was very familiar with both his knife skills and his knowledge of ingredients. When he was deboning a native chicken, it only took him thirty seconds to pull out the skeleton inside.
Just based on this technique, all five judges' eyes widened.
As a food critic, Zhang He had already begun to write a short essay on his thoughts and praises on the notebook in front of him.
"jingle!"
The competition was in full swing. When the countdown on the big electronic screen froze at fifteen minutes, He Changle calmly took the casserole off the fire, took off his gloves, and rang the bell on the table: "Su