With He Changle taking the lead in completing today's game, the remaining four teams all sped up their time.
"Ding dong!"
“Shuanglin Hotel completed.”
With ten minutes left before the end of the game, Huang Xuedong rang the bell quickly, then glanced at He Changle on the right, and said with a smile: "Mr. He, as far as I know, the medicated chicken soup in Sujia Restaurant
If you want it to be delicious, you need to simmer it slowly for at least an hour and a half. You only used it for forty-five minutes, is the medicinal chicken soup delicious?"
"Chef Huang, this shouldn't be something you worry about."
"You should first check if there is anything missing from your crab roe stir-fry."
When He Changle heard Huang Xuedong's voice, he turned around and glanced confidently, with a gentleman's generous smile on his face.
"What is missing?"
When Huang Xuedong heard He Changle's words, he had doubts about his own dishes for the first time. He stared at the golden crab roe fried rice in front of him for a long time, but he didn't see any mistakes, so he raised his head and asked.
"Chef Huang doesn't participate in many competitions like this. He really doesn't have much experience."
"Do you think that in a competition situation, I would remind my opponent to perfect the dish?"
He Changle smiled.
"you!"
Huang Xuedong was speechless for a long time by He Changle's words.
With the remaining three houses also completed, the one-hour countdown ended.
"Okay, now the one-hour competition time has ended, and all five contestants have completed dishes that are attractive in color and fragrant."
"During the official judging session, do the chefs of the participating teams want to criticize their own dishes or explain their creativity? This is a bonus. I hope all contestants will cherish this opportunity."
The beautiful host held the microphone and stood slim in the center, with a playful smile on her face.
"I have a question for Chef He from Sujia Restaurant, and I also want to give the judges and audience some other insights."
Just when the host finished speaking, the fat man Huang Xuedong on the stage raised his hand to signal.
"Brother Yang, what does Huang Xuedong want to do?"
Su Xueer in the audience lowered her voice and asked nervously.
"Looking for trouble, what else can we do."
Yang Chen crossed his legs, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked like he was watching a good show: "I really want to see what Lin Yichen can do on stage."
"OK."
"Now please hand over the microphone to Chef Huang of Shuanglin Hotel."
Zhang He, who was sitting on the chair in the judges' box, nodded and raised his hand to signal, with a charming smile on his face. He was also the most handsome among the five judges.
"Chef Huang, please."
The beautiful host walked up to Huang Xuedong on high heels and handed the microphone to him with both hands.
When Huang Xuedong took the microphone, he glanced at the host's lap one more time and his voice trembled slightly.
"Chef He, on behalf of our participating teams, as well as the audience and judges present, I would like to ask you a question."
Huang Xuedong looked at He Changle with the microphone, and his voice became quite serious, with a hint of hostility.
The audience and the director in the audience became excited.
This is the best part of this show, the judges are fighting each other and the contestants are fighting each other.
Now, it’s time for the contestants to compete.
Zhang He at the judges' table frowned slightly, glanced at Lin Yichen's angry eyes, and nodded towards Yang Chen.
This wave of operations made Lin Yichen dumbfounded: "Damn it, where did this Yang Chen come from, and how did he know this beast Zhang He!"
"Chef Huang, just ask."
He Changle had seen this kind of situation many times. He just nodded calmly and said with a smile.
"Everyone now knows that Chef He is the Chinese Chef King for five consecutive terms, and his status and reputation in the food industry are top-notch."
"With your status, attending this competition on behalf of the Su Family Restaurant is already condescending. It also makes our Donghai City Kitchen God Competition more exciting and competitive."
"But if I remember correctly, the medicated chicken soup you made is actually a product developed by Yang Chen, the shareholder of Sujia Restaurant."
"In your capacity, in such a public place, using something developed by others as your own work to compete does not smell a bit of plagiarism, or does it disrespect every audience and player present."
Before Huang Xuedong finished speaking, hundreds of spectators in the audience were in an uproar.
Waves of discussion began to ring out throughout the competition venue, all reflecting on Huang Xuedong's words and questioning He Changle.
Some keyboard warriors in the entertainment media have even begun to post publicly on forums to gain popularity and drive public opinion.
"Shuanglin Hotel is so shameless. Look at Lin Yichen's proud face. They are clearly the ones plagiarizing!"
"Our Su's Restaurant almost closed!"
Su Xueer couldn't sit still anymore, stood up directly, and said angrily.
"This... the question raised by Chef Huang of Shuanglin Hotel is quite sharp and very good. Since it is a competition and exchange, everyone should express their opinions."
“I wonder what Chef He’s answer is to Chef Huang’s question?”
At the judges' table, hearing the voices coming from his ears criticizing He Changle and Sujia Restaurant, Zhang He couldn't sit still and picked up the microphone to adjust the atmosphere.
"Bah bang bang!"
The reporters in the audience kept pressing the camera, and the flashbulbs were exploding.
"I want to see what Su's Restaurant does this time!"
Lin Yichen crossed his legs and looked proud, staring at He Changle who was holding a microphone and not speaking on the stage.
"Chef Huang, I have a suggestion. I hope you have your eyes or ears checked, or even a neurologist if necessary. I always feel that you haven't seen the rules clearly or don't understand them."
"Could it be...that this is a common problem in your Shuanglin Hotel?"
Just when everyone was looking forward to He Changle's answer, he finally spoke, but his first sentence directly criticized Shuanglin Hotel and Huang Xuedong.
Everyone in the audience didn't understand the purpose of He Changle's operation. They all held their breath and waited for the next sentence.
"Chef He is so angry that he wants to make a personal attack?"
"Although this competition is about dishes, as a chef, character and dishes are directly linked. Chef He is the king of kitchens, but he can't bully us like this in front of the judges and the audience."
Huang Xuedong looked gloomy, clenched his fists, and said solemnly.
"Stable."
Yang Chen, who was not far away, listened to He Changle's words and showed a proud smile on his face: "I didn't expect that Lao He is a good cook. Speaking is an art. He doesn't even use curse words when swearing."
"Chef Huang, you can't say that."
"I didn't bully everyone because of my status as the king of chefs. I just simply felt that there was something wrong with the Shuanglin Hotel and that there was something wrong with Chef Huang's brain."
He Changle said straightforwardly without giving in at all.
"Crack!"
Lin Yichen in the audience couldn't sit still. He stood up from the table and pointed at He Changle on the stage and shouted coldly: "He Changle, what do you mean? I still need you to teach me how to do things in Shuanglin Hotel?"
"Master Lin, I'm not interested in giving directions to your hotel."
"I just want to answer the questions raised by Chef Huang."
"I am now the chef of Sujia Restaurant, and herbal chicken soup is the main dish of Sujia Restaurant. Is there any problem if I use herbal chicken soup to represent Sujia Restaurant in the competition?"
"Besides, doesn't your chef follow the rules? This competition is not about individuals, but about teams, so I represent the Su Family Restaurant, not me personally."
"Which rule stipulates that I, He Changle, must cook my own specialty dishes? Besides...is your Shuanglin Group's chef Huang Xuedong worthy?"
Seeing Lin Yichen in the audience snapping at the table and getting up, He Changle was not used to this problem and stepped forward directly, holding the microphone and shouted loudly.