Looking at the entire Donghai City, who dares not to give him face, who dares to yell at him in front of so many people.
Even the president of the Donghai City Food Association had to be polite when meeting Lin Yichen.
Of course, except for Yang Chen in Qingshan Village.
Now.
He Changle openly mocked Shuanglin Hotel and their chef Huang Xuedong in front of so many people. This was a disguised slap in Lin Yichen's face.
He gritted his back molars and stared at He Changle, who was full of energy and upright on the stage. He clenched his fists tightly and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Xie Zhankui behind him: "Young master, you can't be impulsive. This is
Publicly speaking, it will damage the reputation of our hotel. The chairman has returned from abroad in the past few days. At this juncture, nothing can happen!"
"Hu Weiyue, when the finals come, we must make He Changle roll down in disgrace!"
Lin Yichen lowered his voice and spoke each word from between his teeth.
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I'll make He Changle kneel on the ground and beg for mercy."
"Just take this opportunity to kill his reputation as the king of chefs!"
"If I can't fuck the old man, how can I not fuck the He Changle?"
Behind Lin Yichen, Hu Weiyue, who was sitting on a chair, said solemnly.
"There is indeed no such provision."
"Chef He's answer also mentioned again that the rules of this competition are team battles, not individual battles."
"However, I am also very grateful to Chef Huang of Shuanglin Hotel for letting us and our audience friends see that you value and respect our competition."
"Now, let's get to the tasting part."
At the judges' table, Zhang He and the four judges whispered together, and then immediately took the microphone and announced.
"Now, I invite all the judges to come on stage to taste."
The host also quickly took the microphone from Huang Xuedong's hand to resolve the awkward and explosive situation.
"I don't believe that you can make the same medicated chicken soup in forty-five minutes!"
The second before Huang Xuedong handed over the microphone, he shouted coldly to He Changle.
At this moment, everyone's attention is focused on the dishes of Sujia Restaurant and Shuanglin Hotel. Even the team of Donghai City Food Association, the organizer of this time, is not paying attention.
"Brother Yang, can Mr. He do it?"
Hearing Huang Xuedong's words, Su Xueer in the audience also started to look around nervously: "When we make a medicinal chicken soup, we need to cook the medicinal chicken over slow fire for one and a half hours to make the soup stock. Mr. He just used 45
minutes, and the chicken soup cooking time is barely thirty-five minutes.”
"rest assured."
"Lao He is the king of chefs. He has made improvements to our medicated chicken soup on the spot. The taste should be even more delicious."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at He Changle on the stage. The two men nodded secretly, giving each other affirmative looks.
"Teacher Zhang, please try our Shuanglin Hotel's signature dishes, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, braised lion's head, boiled cabbage, and crab roe fried rice."
On the stage at this moment, the five judges started tasting from the right side. After each tasting, they would nod in approval and ask about the unique concept.
soon.
The five judges arrived at the dining table of Shuanglin Hotel.
Huang Xuedong swept his eyes, walked quickly to Zhang He, handed over the chopsticks with both hands, and said with a smile.
“Chef Huang, thank you for your hard work.”
Just yesterday, Zhang Hecai, Lin Yichen, and Huang Xuedong had just played with girls and had drinks at an entertainment venue.
Zhang He's one million check was given through Huang Xuedong's hand.
Therefore, Huang Xuedong and Zhang He can be regarded as friends who have met each other, and they are naturally very attentive.
Zhang He took the chopsticks, smelled them first, then picked up a piece and put them in his mouth to taste slowly: "This Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is quite tasty, very layered, and really good. Especially this braised lion head and hand-beaten meatballs."
, chewy but very soft, the soup inside looks oily but not greasy at all. It must have good lemon in it."
"Teacher Zhang saw that he was an expert at first glance, so he took a bite and almost leaked our recipe."
Huang Xuedong quickly handed over a spoon with a smile and said in a low voice: "Teacher Zhang, try my new crab roe fried rice. The taste inside is richer and the aftertaste is endless."
"good."
Zhang He took a bite and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Not bad, really good. This is the best crab roe fried rice I have ever eaten. Every piece is covered with the fragrance of crab roe, and it is quite soft and glutinous in the mouth."
.Added a little garnish of green beans, it adds a touch of chewiness, which is very interesting.”
"As long as Teacher Zhang likes it."
After hearing Zhang He's comments, Huang Xuedong looked at He Changle who was very calm next to him with a proud look on his face: "I don't know if the short-time cooking medicated chicken soup from the Chef King meets the requirements of this competition. After all, according to the rules
, it takes courage to cook just one dish.”
"Chef Huang should think about how to improve the greasiness of crab roe fried rice."
"The portions of crab roe and fried rice in this crab roe fried rice are about the same. Not only is it expensive, but it will also make you feel greasy if you eat too much. Some green beans alone are not enough to counteract the greasy feeling."
He Changle folded his hands on his chest and said.
"oh?"
Zhang He became interested as soon as he heard it.
He is a food critic and has been lucky enough to watch several videos of Zhang Hyuk's competitions. Both his knife skills and cooking skills are impeccable.
In particular, He Changle's specialty is the pot chicken, which interprets the taste of chicken to the extreme.
Hearing He Changle's words, Zhang He walked over and said respectfully: "Mr. He, I wonder if you have any ways to improve?"
“It’s simple, just garnish with perilla leaves.”
"But I think the executive chef of Shuanglin Hotel doesn't like perilla leaves, but... this is the best thing. Not only can it solve the greasy feeling caused by crab roe, but it also brings a hint of sweetness to the fried rice.
, the taste is richer.”
He Changle looked at the gloomy Huang Xuedong, with a faint smile on his face, and then changed the topic: "Mr. Zhang He, you are a food critic. You have eaten the dishes of Shuanglin Hotel, now you should try the dishes of our Sujia Restaurant.
The treasure of the store is herbal chicken soup.”
"good!"
"I just arrived in Donghai City yesterday. I have long heard that the medicinal chicken soup at Sujia Restaurant in Donghai City is quite famous. Now it is a dish that foreigners must try when traveling."
"Today, I would like to take this opportunity to try the medicinal chicken soup made by the chef Mr. He Changle. What is the charm of it!"
Zhang He nodded and reached out to open the white casserole himself.
At this moment, all the cameras were focused on the dining table of Su's Restaurant, and on the big screen was the scene of Zhang He unveiling the casserole.
Other contestants on the stage also craned their necks, wanting to see how far the perfect combination of medicated chicken soup and Chef King could go.
"Wow!"
“It smells so good!”
The next moment, as Zhang He opened the lid of the casserole, a strange smell filled the stage and spread to the entire audience in just a few seconds.
When the audience smelled the fragrance, they stood up and looked around excitedly, and there was an uproar.