"Okay, how could I really take it all, at most half." Seeing that Mu Fei was taking it seriously, Su Zifang put on a serious expression and said, "I am a good person."

"Haha." Mu Fei didn't believe it at all.

"You are finally willing to come? Hurry up and draw lots!" As they were walking, Zhao Xiaoman suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. He raised his head and signaled that the drawing place was next to him.

"Have you finished smoking?" Su Zifang looked at Zhao Xiaoman and found no trace of a number.

"Well, No. 37." Zhao Xiaoman opened his hand and revealed a number.

"I'm pretty lucky."

"Yeah, I heard that there were more than 290 people participating, and I'm lucky to get the top one-tenth number." Zhao Xiaoman seemed very satisfied with his number.

"So lucky." Mu Fei looked at Zhao Xiaoman's number eagerly, "It would be great if I were also in front of Brother Fang."

"Why?" Zhao Xiaoman asked.

Mu Fei immediately explained Su Zifang's tactics in an embellished way, vividly explaining what it meant to take away all the vegetables and leave others with nothing to cook.

Zhao Xiaoman was stunned when he heard that he just wanted to sigh: "There are such shameless people in the world!"

"I'm just talking, I won't actually do it." Su Zifang muttered in a low voice, "I still want to live a few more years."

"It's best!" Zhao Xiaoman sneered disdainfully: "It's your turn, hurry up and smoke."

Su Zifang looked at the big red lottery box in front of him. He reached out generously and touched the box for a long time. He used various metaphysical lottery selection methods such as random distribution, catch three and let one go. Finally, he pulled out the box under the eyes of the staff who were about to curse.

A number plate.

"Su Zifang, No. 75." The staff member was full of regret when he read out the number, wishing he could add the number 200 manually.

Mu Fei's movements were much faster.

The staff didn't even have time to finish explaining the precautions when they saw an extra hand and a number plate in front of them.

"Mu Fei, No. 12." The staff quickly recorded it.

"Because there are many contestants, contestants who have finished drawing numbers are asked to line up in the ingredient selection area. The staff will guide everyone to choose ingredients." The staff explained to each contestant responsibly.

"Brother Fang, don't worry! I will definitely leave half of the ham for you." Mu Fei looked at Su Zifang and said seriously.

"Thank you!" Su Zifang nodded and turned his attention to the material selection area.

I don’t know if it was because of the sponsorship deal, but Su Zifang felt that the entire ingredient selection area was surrounded by advertisements, with billboards of various soy sauces, pots, and knives serving as the backdrop for the competition.

The contestants who entered first have already walked out carrying ingredients. The bamboo baskets contained tofu, pork belly, lotus root, and eggs.

"Lion head." Su Zifang took one look and guessed what the chef was going to cook.

As a classic Huaiyang cuisine, Lion's Head has relatively low requirements on knife skills and heat. It is also the first authentic Huaiyang cuisine taught by many Huaiyang restaurant water table and chopping board chefs.

In this kind of one-time score competition, although using the lion head will not give you an eye-catching score, it is definitely a safe choice. After all, the judges and contestants are very familiar with this dish, so the probability of accidental rollover is relatively small.

"By the way, if you need soup stock, how should you prepare it? Can you cook it on site?" Su Zifang suddenly turned around and asked.

"No, we have already prepared the stock ingredients such as stock, onions, ginger, and garlic and put them on the cooking table. We can get them again if needed."

"Okay." Su Zifang nodded, having nothing to say.

The organizers of the event have been so well prepared, which saves them a lot of trouble. At least they don't have to prepare the soup themselves.

When he was bored waiting outside, Zhao Xiaoman finally came out with a vegetable basket. Nuo Da's basket only contained a portion of live shrimps in a plastic bag, and was otherwise empty.

"You just take this? Is it too little?" Su Zifang exclaimed in surprise.

"That's enough." Zhao Xiaoman didn't feel at all that he had taken too little.

"What are you going to do? Boiled shrimp? It doesn't seem to be authentic Huaiyang cuisine, right?" Su Zifang never imagined that he could make any Huaiyang shrimp cuisine with only the ingredients provided by the cooking table, not to mention that Zhao Xiaoman has not yet

I haven't accepted cooking over open fire yet, so I'm at a disadvantage in terms of production.

"No, it's Drunken Shrimp." Zhao Xiaoman put down the clay pot in his hand, and only then did Su Zifang see clearly the name "Guyue Longshan" written on it.

"The recipe I read a few days ago doesn't need to be turned on, it's just right, so I made it and gave it a try." Zhao Xiaoman finished speaking unhurriedly and walked towards the cooking area.

A few more minutes.

Mu Fei also walked out of the ingredient selection area. As expected, there was only one piece of ham in the basket.

"You all made a good choice today." Su Zifang pouted.

"What did Sister Xiaoman choose?" Mu Fei went in late and happened to not meet Zhao Xiaoman, so he didn't know what she chose.

"Drunk shrimp."

Mu Fei:???

This kind of dish, which tests the freshness of the ingredients and the chef's seasoning and brewing skills, always feels very courageous when presented in this kind of competition.

“I don’t think it’s a big problem, the ingredients are all fresh and there are very good ingredients.”

"That's okay, come on, I'll go get ready first." Mu Fei saw the staff checking the time behind him and turned back to leave.

Another hour passed, and Su Zifang finally heard a voice like the sounds of nature coming from his ears.

"Player Su, it's your turn soon, so you can get ready."

"Well!" Su Zifang's eyes showed a bit of anticipation.

Although he has been waiting outside, he had personally counted the previous players when they were selecting ingredients. Currently, all the equipment and ingredients he needs are in the ingredient selection area. As long as he can select them all, promotion will definitely not be a problem.

Ham, tofu, spring bamboo shoots, bacon, cabbage, honey... Su Zi placed several ingredients neatly in the basket, and then raised his hand to indicate that he had finished selecting.

"What kind of dish is this? Why do you feel like you haven't seen it before?" The staff who followed were quite surprised when they looked at the ingredients Su Zifang selected.

"Haha, just do whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

"come on!"

"OK, thanks."

After receiving the buff from the staff, Su Zifang walked to the cooking table and began to prepare his own fire tofu.

The cooking tables on both sides of him have already started working. Two intermediate chefs whom he has never seen before have completed the work of washing vegetables. The kitchen knives in their hands are constantly slicing the dried tofu into thin slices and then shredding them into shreds.

The chicken soup in the pot is so rich that you can even smell the sesame seeds.

"Boil the dried shreds." Su Zifang muttered silently.

He stood in the middle, like a mirror, cooking the same food on both sides.

Probably the chefs on both sides knew that the other was cooking the same dish, so they were comparing themselves. One was handling the knife like flying, and the other was blanching like a dragon.

Su Zi shook his head as he imitated Jia Xibei, and then remembered Xue Yi's words: "Huaiyang cooking is a skill, but it is not a show off."

Slowly spit out four words: "It's too heavy to show off your skills."

Take a long breath, expel the boiled dried shreds from your mind, wash your hands, and put out all the ingredients in the vegetable basket.

It's finally time to make his debut.
Chapter completed!