About five minutes later, Chef Tu also stir-fried out his own fried rice, took it on a large plate, and brought it over in person, and put it together with Yun Tao's fried rice.

Both plates of fried rice full of eggs exuded an attractive fragrance, but from the appearance, the fried rice fried by Yuntao was higher than the fried rice fried by Shudao. After all, the fried rice fried by Shudao did not look as golden as Yuntao, and many silver-white rice grains were not wrapped in eggs, which looked a bit golden and mixed with silver-white. Visually, it was not as shocking as Yuntao's fried egg fried rice. Some of the eggs looked a bit burnt.

Could this ugly man win? Seeing Yun Tao's fried egg fried rice with better appearance than Chef Tu on his side, the people at the restaurant watching unnaturally came up with the idea of ​​"If this ugly man wins", but soon the word that popped up in their minds would be 'miracle', and the next word is probably 'joking'.

Chef Tu looked at Yun Tao's egg fried rice with a bad look. Unexpectedly, this ugly man's cooking skills were so powerful that others might not see. He thought that he, who had been in the kitchen for decades, knew very well that he wanted to fry the fried rice like him, and the eggs evenly wrapped each grain of rice. The color of the eggs was very symmetrical, and it was not too tender or too old, which made all the rice look attractive golden. It would be impossible to do without decades of cooking skills. Unless this young man named Yun Tao stayed in the kitchen every day and practiced the fried rice. Is this possible? If this ugly man has strong perseverance, he would have lost "color" in terms of the color, aroma and taste of the fried rice.

Chef Tu sucked hard on Kong Kong with a few noses. Suddenly, Chef Tu was stunned. The fragrance of the fried egg rice fried by this ugly man was even more attractive than that of the fried egg rice made by himself. The egg rice made by his own is also tempting. The fried egg rice he made also lost to the ugly man in terms of "scent". Now he has lost two items in terms of color, fragrance and taste. Unlike others, Chef Tu is now somewhat lacking in confidence in whether he can win this game.

"Okay, both masters have fried their egg fried rice. We and Master Tu will take it out now for the guests to evaluate it. The other chefs will stay and continue to cook for the guests. I have been wasted a lot of time just now, and many customers are waiting in a hurry." Xu Juan, who is still confident in Chef Tu's cooking skills in his hotel, said to everyone.

"Yes, Mr. Xu."

These chefs and chefs were helpless to return to their respective jobs and do their jobs. Although they firmly believed in their hearts that the final victory would definitely belong to the hotel and Chef Tu, they did not see the final result of the game, did not see the ugly man in the end, and did not see the beautiful big guy in the end, and did not see the beautiful girl disappointed with this ugly man. These people were always a little unwilling to accept it. However, when the boss spoke, no matter how unwilling he was, he would have to return to his post to work obediently. Who told us to work? We have no right to speak.

"I'll serve the fried rice with eggs and fried rice that my uncle had."

Seeing that a waitress came over to serve the fried egg rice fried by Yuntao, the future Xiaobo Liu Hanyu quickly grabbed the job of serving the plate. Just kidding, the fried egg rice fried by our beloved Shenwu can be carried by your people. If you are afraid of losing, you deliberately break the plate and let the fried egg rice fried by the uncle scattered on the ground, wouldn’t it be wasted all your efforts?

Under Xu Juan's leadership, a group of people arrived at the lobby of the hotel. It is now the peak dining period, and there are more guests in the lobby than Yun Tao and others to go to the kitchen.

"Hello everyone, I am Xu Juan, the owner of this restaurant. Now there is something that needs to be disturbed for a while. The thing is like this. This guest named Yuntao thinks that his cooking skills are higher than that of our restaurant chef, so he wants to compete with Master Tu of our restaurant. The event of this competition is fried eggs and fried rice. In order to ensure the fairness of the results of the competition, we decided to invite twenty-five of the guests here to be referees, so that you can decide who has a higher cooking skills. Each of you will have a red ticket on your hands. When you think who made the egg fried rice tastes good, you vote for this player, hoping that everyone can actively participate in the referee."

When he arrived at the center of the hall, Xu Juan said to the guests who were dining. In fact, such competitions can also promote their hotel very well. It seems that such competitions will often be held in the future. Xu Juan secretly thought that in Xu Juan's eyes, his side must have won today.

The diners here are very willing to be this referee. After all, they often see foodies serving as referees for those chefs on TV. Today they have the opportunity to live up to the referee. Besides, the chef of this "Qilixiang" hotel, Master Tu, is a famous Cantonese cuisine master, a special third-level chef. There are not many famous chefs in the country. Usually, those dignitaries don't have much chance to eat the dishes he cooks, let alone the middle class who sits in the hall to eat. For nothing else, just to try the skills of this Cantonese chef, they must participate. Just look at the golden egg fried rice, and their appetites are very high.

Finally, the twenty-five guests selected among the enthusiastic registration guests were referees, including men, women, elderly, and children. Basically, all of them were covered by the old and young. The waiter sent a red ticket to each of the twenty-five guests, asking these guests who were referees to be seated in two rows at the rostrum of the hall.

When the referees were seated, three waiters brought them together small bowls, each of which spooned a small spoon of fried eggs and fried rice made by the chef in the restaurant, put a small spoon in each bowl, placed on several large trays, and waited for the spoon to bowl of twenty-five bowls of fried rice. The waiter held the plate to put a bowl of fried rice in front of each referee.

"Please try the fried rice made by the chef of this hotel and the Cantonese chef Tu." Xu Juan said after looking at the fried rice placed in front of each referee.

The guests who acted as referees looked at the fried rice in front of them with a full range of colors and flavors, colorful colors, pleasing to the eye. The plump rice is like pearls, green beans are like jadeite, and the fiery red ham is mixed in, which makes them very conspicuous. Of course, eggs are indispensable. The yellow and tender eggs are like broken silver, and chopped green onions are scattered among them. Just looking at the appearance, it is mouth-watering. The refreshing fragrance pounces on the referees' noses and slowly pours into everyone's stomach. The fresh fragrance of eggs, the rich aroma of rice, the mellow fragrance of ham, and the fresh fragrance of chopped green onions make people feel enlarged and they can't wait to eat it.

The referees picked up the spoon, dug a spoon and put it into their mouths. Suddenly, they felt that the warmth and fragrance of the fried rice were melted in their mouths. In the air, the crispy eggs, the toughness of green beans, the softness of the ham, the tenderness of the rice, the tenderness of the mushrooms, and the freshness of the shrimps. There was an indescribable feeling from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue, giving people a feeling of endless aftertaste. After a while, a small bowl of fried rice with eggs was eaten by these referees. There was a faint mellow fragrance between each person's lips and teeth, which was definitely a full-scale enjoyment of the tongue and teeth. Everyone couldn't help but think of the song "Fry one rice and one egg on the fire, add some salt with yellow and white. Although it is simple and not easy to make, the best fried rice in the Central Plains."

"It's delicious, it's really delicious. This is definitely the best fried rice I've ever eaten." A guest who was the referee said with emotion.

"Chef Tu is worthy of being a special third-level chef and a master of Cantonese cuisine. The fried rice you make is at the level of a master, it is so delicious." A guest who was in his fifties as a referee said to the person next to him.

"It's so delicious, why is it so small? It's not enough for two bites, and it's gone." said a female referee in her twenties.

"Sister, can you help me prepare some fried rice? I haven't had enough time yet?" A twelve-three-year-old boy said to the waitress next to him.

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After eating the fried rice fried eggs from Chef Tu in the restaurant, the referees praised Chef Tu's cooking skills and the fried rice made by Chef Tu had a beautiful taste. Anyway, the praise was filled with praise, which made the people in the restaurant headed by Xu Juan feel fluttering and full of joy, as if they had won the game.

"Sister Zeng, Sister Ting, look." Miqi asked Zeng Quan worriedly.

Now these referees say that the fried rice fried with chef Tu tastes good, and the little girls are a little unconfident. In front of so many people, if the uncle loses, then he will be mixed. The uncle will be too shameless. Will the uncle be unable to think up and do anything extreme? The little girls thought worriedly.

"Don't worry, your uncle won't lose. Let them be happy first. You will be extremely happy and sad after a while. Let them feel the feeling of falling from the clouds all at once. Can they still laugh so happily at that time?"

Zeng Quan said in a narrative manner that Zeng Quan was full of confidence in Yuntao’s fried rice and would win 100% of them. He was conquered by Yuntao’s fried rice at the beginning.

"Sister Zeng, why do you have confidence? We will feel at ease." Xu Jie said on the side.

After all, Sister Zeng and Sister Ting, who know the uncle's cooking skills, are the uncle's closest people. They are both old and not worried at all. They must be sure to win this game. What are the worries about me?

The waiter brought each referee a cup of mineral water to let the referees have a mouthful. After all, they have to taste Yun Tao's egg fried rice later. The taste in their mouths is unclear, which can easily lead to misjudgment. After all, every referee has the taste of chef's egg fried rice in his mouth, so as not to let this ugly man named Yun Tao take advantage of it. Anyway, it is very professional.

Several waiters put the fried rice made by Yun Tao in twenty-five small bowls and brought it to the twenty-five referees.

"Please try the fried rice made by this Mr. Yun Tao," said Xu Juan.
Chapter completed!