After walking off the judging table, Jun Qing packed his belongings in the Wangyuezhai competition area.
"Do you still have the rice bowl? Can you give me one?"
When Jun Qing turned around, Zhang Wei appeared beside him with a smile.
Without hesitation, Jun Qing immediately took one.
"There was enough material, so I made more. It was originally reserved for my partner."
"That's shameless."
"It's nothing. It's an honor to share the dishes with a chef as skilled as you."
Looking at this bowl of rice bowl, Jun Qing felt disappointed.
For this, Jun Qing paid too much.
There are no less than ten kinds of precious ingredients on it, and each one has taken Jun Qing a lot of effort, just to win the championship in the Northland Chef's Feast!
pity……
In the end, he failed.
As long as you are not number one, everything you have done before will become completely meaningless.
"This meal is so well cooked and rubbish."
"Um."
Jun Qing didn't react for a moment, turned around suddenly and said, "What did you say?"
"I said your rice bowl was really bad."
Seeing Jun Qing's disbelief, Zhang Wei explained emphatically: "It's just unpalatable, not delicious, it's terrible... If I were a judge, I wouldn't give you an extra point. Purple is your final destination!"
"You...you've gone too far!"
The last thing a chef can tolerate is for his work to be slandered!
Jun Qing said angrily: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"
"I've always been honest."
Jun Qing laughed bitterly and said: "Okay, just tell me, where is the difference in my cooking?"
"The only thing is, you really want to win the championship."
"Nonsense, what does this have to do with taste!"
"Isn't it easy to collect ingredients?"
Zhang Wei said with a smile: "This dish is all made of high-end ingredients. From the main ingredients to the ingredients, none are lower than level 30. Even the seasonings use a lot of precious ingredients."
"Salt essence, caramel bees, distant mountain vinegar... they are all precious things that are worth a thousand dollars."
"A rough calculation shows that there are at least twenty kinds of these."
"It takes a lot of effort to integrate these miscellaneous things, right?"
Jun Qing was stunned for a moment when asked, and then fell silent.
But Zhang Wei didn't stop and continued to nag at the door.
"Let me think about it, a young chef who is obsessed with victory travels all over the mountains and fields in order to make a luxurious meal."
"But he was lucky. He got delicious ingredients one after another. No matter which one he took out, it was the best thing... This young chef was reluctant to throw away any of them."
"Then he thought hard, what kind of cooking method can combine these things?"
"But at this time, the young chef fell into a misunderstanding. His goal in choosing a cooking method was no longer to explore the limits of delicious food, nor to try to make it delicious..."
"It's about throwing a bunch of ingredients with different styles into one pot... In fact, hot pot may be better than rice bowl."
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"Stop talking!"
Jun Qing gritted his teeth and said this!
At this time, there was a slight sweat on his forehead.
Zhang Wei's words were like opening a lock, hitting every sentence with critical strikes and cleaves, which made Jun Qing's mentality explode!
At this time, Zhang Wei had finished eating the last grain of rice, stretched out his sleeves to wipe the oil and water from the corners of his mouth, and threw the bowl to Jun Qing.
"I'm just making a random analogy. It's nonsense. I'll go back to work..."
Zhang Wei turned and left.
"Wait a moment."
"what?"
"Thanks!"
"After eating your food, I will pay for it."
Zhang Wei and this Jun Qing are also destined to have a fate. They met by chance at the Overlord Tree and got the Eight Styles of Thunder Control from them.
The same goes for Mr. Jun from Wang Yuezhai, he is quite interesting.
I received a gift from him before and treated his grandson as a return gift.
At the judging table, Koizumi's score has come out.
Red:7!
Delicious and shocking!
Orange:18!
A rare delicacy that you only taste once in your life.
Huang:61!
A classic, a model for chefs!
Green:14!
The score was even better than that of Kurojo Ze, and he successfully reached the championship position in this event!
In the audience, Tang Zhihun had collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of regret and self-blame.
"Master Tang, don't give up hope! There are still two players on the field who have not scored!"
32 players in total!
Tsuyoshi Koizumi is the 30th.
The only ones left are Zhang Wei from Wine and Beauty, and Lou Ming from Black List.
Of course, Tang Zhihun and others do not know their true identities.
Tang Zhihun looked at the remaining two people and said with despair: "One with wine and beauty, one with beautiful makeup, just two little-known little characters, how can it be possible to defeat Gangze Koizumi!"
Xifeng nodded: "This Gangzawa Koizumi has defeated Hei Chengzawa. The rankings of those old and famous stores this year are so low! In my opinion..."
"How to say?"
"Let's run."
Xifeng said: "The worst case is breaking the bet and being criticized for losing credibility. It's better than giving up your identity as a chef and having your hands and feet amputated, right?"
Tang Zhihun choked up and said, "But what about the reputation of the association?"
"It's not a big problem. The moment you lose the bet, your reputation is gone. It doesn't matter whether you escape or not. How can I save my life?"
Xifeng is indeed a cunning person with very clear thinking.
The original bet had already brought the Century Collection Association to the forefront. Witnessed by the gang of ruthless black media, its face had long been lost.
In this case, it is even more important to protect the soul of Tang.
Even if the business of Shizhen Association is not good, it doesn't matter. Those goods are stored in the Century Icicle and will become more valuable as time goes by.
Once the public opinion has passed, business will continue.
Tang Zhihun stood up in a hurry: "Then let's wait for the hammer and lift the pole!"
"That apprentice of yours, Zhang Wei, hasn't come back yet."
"Don't worry about it. His craftsmanship will make him hungry. He can work anywhere to pay for his trip back to Daglacier."
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The red sun rises in the east, its path is bright!
After a day and night of hard work, the audience all looked exhausted.
There are only the last two players left on the field.
"Countdown, one hour!"
Two strong men turned the hourglass over, causing fine sand to flow...
If it is not completed before the hourglass is drained, the player will be disqualified from the competition.
At this moment, the entire audience's attention was focused on Zhang Wei and Lou Ming.
On the field, the two looked at each other from a distance.
"It's just you and me."
Zhang Weidu walked closer and lowered his voice: "Your apprentice is very good."
Lou Ming is not surprised that Qianxue can reveal Xiaoquan and Heicheng if he can reveal the black list.
"At this time, it is meaningless to say this."
"What we need to look forward to now is the final result of this game! Zhang Wei, I hope you... don't let me down!" Lou Ming said every word in the last paragraph.