"My master?" Tang Yongting frowned and suddenly looked at Song Qianqian, "What do you mean?"
Does she know Master?
Immediately, Tang Yongting denied it himself. Seeing that this girl was only twenty years old at most, how could she possibly know the master?
Tang Yongting looked serious, "It's useless for you to mess around like this. It's just a very serious matter. If you really can't come up with a good reason, then re-score it."
Once the scores are re-scored, who is more suitable as a hotel to host international art troupes, Genting or Lingyun? In fact, anyone with a discerning eye will know how to choose.
The financial resources of Genting Hotel are much stronger than Lingyun Hotel.
If Lingyun Hotel fails to provide funds during the reception, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the entire Haicheng?
Song Qianqian has always been calm and unhurried, and never seems to be too lazy to argue.
"I have already given the reasons. There is no such requirement for re-grading."
What she meant was already very obvious.
If Tang Yongting, as the chairman of the judges, can't make up his mind, just let someone at a higher level make the evaluation.
Two judges agreed with Song Qianqian's idea, "Mr. Tang, this matter is not trivial. Why don't we ask him to do some hard work?"
Tang Yongting smiled.
"Who in the world doesn't know that my master has retired a long time ago?"
"Even if the old man has not retired and he is not in Haicheng, are these two dishes always sitting there, waiting for the old man to come just to have a taste? Is that ridiculous?"
Listening to it this way, it seems right.
Song Qianqian walked up to Tang Yongting and said, "Mr. Tang, if you give the championship to Genting Hotel, you will be reported for bribery and you will have to be re-selected. It is too troublesome, why not just give it to Ling Yun?"
She is a straightforward person.
When Tang Yongting heard this, his expression suddenly changed, "Presumptuous!"
He stood up directly from the judges' seat and said, "Your Lingyun Hotel is not a big place, but the things you do are not small. From the beginning to the end, there has never been a time when you were not the devil."
"Now, you just want to win the championship, but you still dare to slander the judges?"
Tang Yongting said boldly, "I declare! The dishes at Lingyun Hotel are invalid!"
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
Some were gloating about the misfortune, and some were looking regretful.
"What's going on?" A voice suppressed the noise at the scene.
Foreign Minister Pei Geng walked in with a dignified expression. He glanced around and finally set his sights on Tang Yongting.
Tang Yongting explained the matter briefly.
Pei Geng looked unhappy, "In that case, wouldn't it be enough to try another dish?"
Tang Yongting was not afraid of the royal power, "This is unfair to Genting Hotel!"
Ling Yun's extra ten points was originally against the rules, so Tang Yongting's intention was to eliminate him directly.
Pei Geng turned around and looked at Song Qianqian, "What do you mean?"
"She asked my master to come out." Tang Yongting said in a ridiculous tone, "Isn't this child's play?"
Pei Geng frowned slightly, "How can it be child's play? Hotel selection is no small matter, so let's contact Mr. Tang's master."
Tang Yongting made no move.
He doesn't understand.
Pei Geng made a phone call to a little-known small hotel in the first round, and now there was an on-site support?
Tang Yongting seemed to be put on the shelf, with so many people staring at him, he had no choice but to take his mobile phone and call his master.
"Hello?...Master? Are you awake?...There is something that the student cannot take charge of, and I want to trouble you..."
Tang Yongting talked for a while, then took the phone down and said, "Hang up!"
"My master doesn't like to be disturbed in his retirement time."
"How many masters do you have? Unfilial son!" A loud voice suddenly came from the outside of the crowd.
Tang Yuanhe was leaning on a cane. His hair, beard and eyebrows were all white, but he walked quickly.
He glared at Tang Yongting and snorted, "Did you call a ghost?"
Tang Yuanhe's cell phone did not receive his call.
Because Tang Yongting was a fake fight, you didn't broadcast it at all.
Tang Yongting opened the bag in shock. He didn't expect that the master was really back? He wasn't even notified?
Pei Geng hurriedly came forward to greet him with a respectful and excited attitude, "Mr. Tang, I have long admired you!"
Tang Yuanhe is the founder of modern Chinese cuisine, and eight out of ten top chefs in the country are his students.
He is a god in the culinary world. No matter how powerful he is, it would be impossible to eat a meal cooked by Mr. Tang!
Tang Yuanhe just shook it casually, not paying attention to Pei Geng.
"Which dish?"
Tang Yongting moved the dishes over cautiously, "Master, these two dishes."
Tang Yuanhe glanced at the colorful display at Genting Hotel and said, "It's so fancy."
He dislikes that Chinese food is becoming more and more particular about all kinds of things. Taste is the most important thing!
Tang Yuanhe stretched out his hand.
Tang Yongting handed the spoon to him.
But the next second, the aluminum spoon was suddenly taken away.
Song Qianqian gave Tang Yuanhe a porcelain spoon, smiled slightly, and said nothing.
Tang Yuanhe frowned.
Ordinary people never pay attention to which spoon to use for drinking soup, but he knows one person who does.
So I looked at her one more time, then sat down and sipped the soup carefully.
As soon as it entered his mouth, Tang Yuanhe's pupils suddenly widened, he turned his head and spit it out!
People at the scene were startled and became nervous.
"what happened?"
"Wouldn't it taste terrible?"
"Things from a small hotel, doesn't this insult Mr. Tang's tongue?"
Tang Yongting smiled proudly on the side, with regret and helplessness on his face, "Master, this trip is really hard for you, I just said it's not necessary..."
Tang Yuanhe turned to stare at the small group at Lingyun Hotel, "Who made this soup?"
Mrs. Chao pursed her lips nervously and raised her hand hesitantly, "...I."
Tang Yuanhe frowned, "You? Who are you?"
Mrs. Chao was confused by the question. Does this have anything to do with who she is?
Tang Yongting said directly: "Okay, Lingyun Hotel can pack up and leave."
Tang Yuanhe turned his head and said, "Do you think I am a dead person?"
Master is still sitting here, and it’s his turn to dictate?
"Don't dare! Master!"
Song Qianqian took a step forward and said, "Mr. Tang, I made this dish. Please try another one and see which one wins."
Tang Yuanhe waved his hand and said, "No need!"
Everyone thought Mr. Tang was going to say, "No need! Genting Hotel wins the championship!"
But Tang Yuanhe pointed to the soup in front of him, "That's it!"
This time, Tang Yuanhe gargled his mouth specially and tasted it again very solemnly. It could be seen that every strand of his white hair, which was messy due to the rush, was full of satisfaction and enjoyment!
He must have not had soup like this for more than thirty years!
After coming back to his senses, Tang Yuanhe stared at Song Qianqian, "You said, this is the soup you made?"
It seems that the culinary world has finally ushered in another day?
Thinking like this, Tang Yuanhe asked again, "What's your name?"
He wants to take on a disciple.
"Song Qianqian." In a clear tone.
"Bang!", "Pa!", "Boom!" a series of sounds.
By the time everyone came to their senses, Tang Yuanhe was already kneeling on the ground, not knowing whether he was sitting still or something.