"You sisters have such a good relationship." Chao Lianjie said with envy.
Just two words "I believe", but it is complete trust and encouragement, which is something he has never received from his parents when he was growing up.
The competition on the stage is ready, and the chefs and assistants of each hotel have selected the ingredients.
Super Link frowned nervously, "My mother should be fine, right?"
She looked towards the temporary stove at the far side, "If you believe her, there will be no problem."
Super Connector smiled reluctantly, "I know trust is very important."
However, his mother does often mess around with food at home. Sometimes she goes to the hotel to order food. After eating, she goes home and thinks about whether there is anything that can be improved.
Of course Chaolenjie likes his mother's cooking, but his father usually doesn't have a good face and cannot appreciate it.
This caused him to be quite worried at the moment.
After the competition started, every hotel on the stage prepared their own dishes nervously and orderly.
It can be seen that the chefs in small hotels are somewhat nervous, but the chefs in top hotels like Genting Hotel seem to be very organized.
Among the dozen or so chefs, some people kept trying to hit the condiment bottles, and they might get confused. This category was basically eliminated directly.
In the end there were eight groups left.
Mrs. Chao was also very nervous at first. When she went to get one of the condiments, she probably picked up the wrong one.
After Song Jinuan saw it, he took it and put it halfway.
It looked as if Mrs. Chao had specially handed it to her and put it aside because she wouldn't need it for the time being.
When Mrs. Chao realized that she had taken it by mistake, she smiled gratefully at Song Jinuan.
Later, Song Jinuan was afraid that she would make another mistake, so Song Jinuan did all the cleaning of the ingredients, knife skills and seasonings, and only Mrs. Chao took charge of the cooking.
The two of them cooked a dish in a tacit understanding, and the time was quite good. They cleared the stove and the seasoning bottles just two minutes in advance.
The other chefs' time was very good. After two minutes, each dish was placed on a special dining cart and tasted by the judges one by one.
The chef of the Genting Hotel happened to cook the soft pocket eel that Song Qianqian requested to improve that day.
The judges were unanimously surprised.
"Very good! This tastes better than I thought?"
"That's right." The person next to him nodded pertinently.
“Genting Hotel is indeed a top-notch hotel, and the chef’s skills are also surprising.”
After hearing this, Mrs. Chao had a bad premonition.
She touched Song Jinuan lightly, "Don't we two cook the same dish?"
Song Jinuan didn't expect this, "It seems to be true."
Mrs. Chao suddenly lost her temper. Isn’t that the end?
How could she, a housewife, be compared to a real chef?
Song Jinuan looked at her comfortingly, "Don't worry, Mrs. Chao, it's okay. Is there any rule not to cook the same dish?"
"The same dish is terrible!" Mrs. Chao looked at her young and ignorant sigh, "We can't taste better than others."
Lingyun Hotel’s dish happens to be the last one.
After finishing their meal, the judges suddenly frowned in unison and looked at the person delivering the food, "Did you serve the same food twice?"
The etiquette lady who delivered the food was also stunned, and then checked it again, "It's not repeated."
"Then why does this dish taste almost exactly the same as the one at Genting Hotel?"
After confirming that there were no duplicate dishes, the judges raised this question and directly asked the chefs on both sides.
The chef of Genting Hotel glanced at the two contestants from Lingyun Hotel with a bit of contempt on his expression.
If I remember correctly, that girl was one of the people who came to the hotel that day.
As they were leaving, the chef saw them, and then asked the waiter about their conversation that day.
Later, the chef tried to cook it at home according to the method they requested, and found that it actually tasted better, so today he made it according to the new method.
The chef of Genting Hotel was called out by the host and handed over the microphone: "Chef Chen Li, what do you think of this coincidence?"
Chen Li took the phone and gave a meaningful look, "When it comes to cooking, different people can't make the same taste even with the same seasonings, so what's the use of copying it?"
The implication is very obvious.
Chen Lizai despised the chef at Lingyun Hotel for plagiarizing his recipe.
How could a chef in a small, run-down hotel be as good as his chef?
Chen Li has never seen the chef today!
Mrs. Chao is usually a full-time wife, and she is not allowed to participate in her husband's official affairs, so no one in the circle knows her.
"What about you?" The host also handed Mrs. Chao a microphone.
Mrs. Chao took the phone, thought about it, and gave it to Song Jinuan.
Song Jinuan was stunned. She was just an assistant. It was against the rules for her to speak like this.
Mrs. Chao smiled at her, "It's okay!"
Mrs. Chao originally knew how to make this dish, and there were regular recipes on the Internet, but in the middle of the process, Song Jinuan gave her details, which were different from what she knew.
Mrs. Chao was anxious about Song Qianqian's words. If she had any disagreements, she just listened to Song Jinuan's words. She listened.
Looking at the judges' reactions now, is it because their dish has reached the level of the chef of Lingyun Hotel?
It seems that my son has found the right person!
Such achievements came from Song Jinuan, and Mrs. Chao took it for granted that she was allowed to speak!
Song Jinuan didn't talk much, and he never spoke on such a big occasion. The hand holding the microphone tightened and loosened, and then tightened again.
Finally, he adjusted his breathing and expressed briefly and clearly: "This dish is my own creation and modification based on the state banquet dish."
"Created by yourself?" Chen Li turned off the microphone. Hearing this, he taunted in a low voice, "How dare you speak nonsense about the state banquet dish?"
After Song Jinuan finished speaking, she pursed her lips and waited for the judges to speak.
Among the judges, sitting in seat C is 45-year-old Tang Yongting. He is not old, but his prestige is obviously high.
After listening to her words, Tang Yongting raised his eyebrows slightly, took the microphone, and said gently: "Little girl, how old are you?"
Song Jinuan answered obediently: "Twenty-one years old."
Tang Yongting nodded, "Very good, the future is bright."
Chen Li on the stage was stunned.
What's the meaning?
Do you still need to praise a plagiarized recipe?
But sitting below, the judge who had a good relationship with Genting Hotel had already winked at Chen Li.
The judges have already announced the results. Three groups have been eliminated out of the eight groups, leaving five groups, among which Lingyun Hotel remains.
"I have objections!" Chen Li stood up directly in front of everyone, filled with righteous indignation, "Why can Lingyun Hotel be promoted?"
"Plagiarism is the most shameful thing!"
The host stood there awkwardly, pulled Chen Li away, and whispered: "Chef Chen, your food rating is not as high as that of Lingyun Hotel!"