Since the scores of each team are not announced to the public, only scattered rumors spread in the waiting area.

"Are you taking drugs at Jingling Hotel? 10%! What kind of food are you cooking?"

"The whole duck banquet is also the specialty banquet of Jinling Hotel. If you count the generations, the craftsmanship has been passed down for hundreds of years."

"No wonder it has such a high score."

"I heard that Ma Jiang cooks roast duck. It's just like the one in the cartoon. Once the cover is opened, the whole tabletop starts to light up. The judges were shocked and gave full marks immediately after taking one bite."

"There are other dishes that are also very good. They also have a fairy duck sausage on the table. The fragrance is very fragrant. I heard that the judges ate them all without leaving any soup..."

Su Zifang was embarrassed to speak after hearing this.

It’s both light-emitting and has special effects. For those who didn’t know it, they thought they were transported into a food anime.

But one thing is for sure.

Ma Jiang's whole duck feast must be delicious, otherwise it would not get a perfect score of 10. After all, the selection is still very fair.

"I don't know how many points the Han Banquet can get..." Su Zifang suddenly thought of the ten bowls in the Han Mansion Restaurant and began to secretly compare them. He didn't know how different the two banquets were.

It's a pity that Hanfu Restaurant is not in Qixia District, otherwise you can still meet and ask.

After thinking about it, I felt that I could still verify it for reference, so I sent a WeChat message to Qiao Xin.

"What's your score in the audition? Jinling Hotel just got a score of ten points, and it currently ranks first in Qixia District."

After waiting for a few seconds, Qiao Xin's message came back.

"Hello, Uncle Master, we declined to participate in the audition. We are now looking at other people's situations."

Su Zifang:......

I actually forgot that not every restaurant will give up the promotion.

"Uncle, come on!"

Probably because she thought she would avoid making Su Zi sad, Qiao Xin quickly sent another sentence of comfort.

"I believe that Uncle Master's strength will be no problem!"

"Okay, thank you." Su Zifang silently accepted the encouragement from his nephew.

Putting down the phone, Su Zi found that there was still some distance from Shi Buyu's number. Su Zi was about to take a break when he saw He Zuo headed towards the entrance.

"So fast?"

"Yeah, I guess I heard that a few people at the Jinling Grand Hotel have abandoned the game. They just informed us that we might have to enter the venue early."

"Very good, come on!"

As soon as Su Zifang finished saying this, he heard the staff's voice: "Is No. 189 here? Team No. 189 can enter."

He looked down at the number plate in his hand.

189.

"What a coincidence!" Su Zifang grinned, looking at He So-called with a bit more joy, completely ignoring He So-called's forced smile in response.

"Yeah, what a coincidence!"

After both teams entered, Mu Fei asked Zhao Xiaoman: "Does He have a bad relationship with Brother Fang? Why did he look so depressed when he said it was a coincidence?"

Zhao Xiaoman thought about Xue Xinjian's answer when the two interacted in Guanglin and paraphrased it.

“You know when a gorilla beats its chest in a show of strength?”

"I understand, why do you say you like Brother Fang? No wonder those eyes are so angry. It's because Brother Fang and Sister An Yan are together!"

After all, Mu Fei is still young and has a lively mind.

In just a few seconds, I can imagine a TV series that would last for eighty episodes.

The plot is soul-stirring, sentimental, ups and downs, gripping, meaningful and not clichéd!

Next to him, Zhang Zidan listened to the conversation between the two and many questions came up.

Isn't this just normal mutual dislike?

How did they figure out so many things?

Meow meow meow?

Su Zifang in front felt a chill on his back. He thought it was the wind blowing, but he didn't know that he had spent a long life in the minds of some people.

"Participating teams, please take your seats."

This time, the staff were wearing the uniforms of Huarun Company, which made Su Zifang feel like he was going to a supermarket to do some shopping.

"The cooking time for the audition is one hour. Teams that need to provide ingredients can check whether the required ingredients are complete on the storage rack on the right. The seasoning area is on the left side of the cooking table, and the pots are under the cabinet. All cooking ingredients and kitchen utensils in this competition

All are provided by Huarun Group. The regular equipment is three woks, three steamers, two frying pans, an oven, a microwave, etc. If you need to add kitchen utensils and knives, please submit it during the inspection time. Each team has five minutes for inspection.

The competition will start in five minutes. Complaints about cooking errors caused by problems with ingredients and kitchen utensils will not be accepted after the competition starts."

The staff said so many words in one breath without taking a breath. The advertisements were connected naturally and the products were introduced fluently. Su Zifang couldn't help but suspect that he was a supermarket shopping guide himself and was just caught to act as a host.

However, the description of the complaint added at the end still surprised him.

You must know that in this kind of situation, no words will be said in vain. If it is specifically reminded, it must be that a player has tried it personally before.

Su Zifang sighed secretly, and could only say that compared to himself who wanted to take all the ingredients, there are people who are better than others!

I am still looking for loopholes in the rules, while others have already begun to create loopholes.

Su Zifang had no intention of following suit. He carefully checked the ingredients and kitchen utensils mentioned by the organizer. After a while, he raised his hand: "We lack a soymilk machine and a wok here."

"Let me take a look, Shibuyuyu, five soymilk machines and two woks, right?" the staff member took out the registration form and confirmed.

Su Zifang nodded in confirmation.

"Okay, right away." The staff member said a few words into the microphone extremely calmly.

In less than a minute, all the materials are complete.

Next to them, everyone from the Jianghuai family also inspected all the materials.

As soon as the staff gave an order, the ten cooking tables immediately started to turn into an assembly line of gourmet food.

At this time, the advantage of Shibuyu's usual cooperation is revealed.

Five soymilk machines were started at the same time, and the soymilk was continuously poured into the large basin, and then Mu Fei and Su Zi put it in and packaged it to make different tofu.

His movements were neat and uniform, and his efficient speed shocked the surrounding teams.

Especially when compared with the water platform here, the gap is obvious.

Even He was dumbfounded: Is this okay?

They also adopted the usual mode, with a special water table responsible for killing the eels and a cutting block responsible for cutting and garnishing. After the three stove cooks prepared the sauce, they were all waiting for the ingredients. They looked at the empty pot for a while and there was nothing they could do.

Seeing Su Zi letting the five people push the progress like crazy, the chefs from other restaurants nearby also started discussing in low voices.

"Are they five burners?"

"How can there be such a group of chefs with five stoves? Do they usually behave like this? Wouldn't the stoves be very busy?"

"Stop talking, look!"

The words just fell.

Su Zifang and Mu Fei had already ordered the soy milk and started preparing their own side dishes. Zhang Zidan and Zhao Xiaoman started cutting the ingredients and helping Kong Yan carve and arrange the dishes.

The movements and coordination of the five people are like a precision instrument, almost performing each process at the same time.

In less than half an hour, all the dishes at Shibuyu were ready.

"Tofu family banquet, serve!"

Su Zifang smiled calmly and looked at He Zhuan, making a mouth gesture.

What's the point of not being able to read lips, but still guessing what he meant?

Those are two extremely positive words.
Chapter completed!