After a heated debate, a certain senior official issued an order: go all out and strive for a fair and just result!
The first to take action were the major media and social platforms. Short videos promoting Chinese delicacies quietly swept through the world's major media players overnight. Then came the fans who were spontaneously organized by the Chinese people in Rooster Country.
The team stood in a row, holding neon signs high and shouting "Long live China!"
But at a deeper level unknown to anyone, an overseas phone call was made, and the recipient was in awe and agreed repeatedly.
Yu Jian and all the chefs in the team did not expect that when the host introduced China, the scene would erupt with more enthusiastic shouts than Provo. The fans in front of them include very young international students, and some
Experienced professionals, and even some gray-haired old people, all have the same yellow skin and black hair, and speak the same language.
At this moment, a sense of pride swept through her body.
She felt so confident in an instant that she even wanted to look up to the sky and scream——
At the other end of the venue, an old man with dark skin and yellowish skin looked aggressively at the Huaxia team with extremely large and slightly convex eyes.
"Teacher." A young man in a white shirt, black trousers and neon uniform leaned over to his ear and whispered a few words.
The old man nodded slightly and suddenly showed a gloomy smile.
It seems that Watanabe's news is wrong. No one from the Wu family came.
Takeda Dairo, oh, maybe we can call him Wu Fang, felt a little more at ease. In this game, he had to fight for the honor of the Neon Kingdom, and China... was bound to be his own stepping stone.
Thinking of the new pastry product he had developed, his face softened a little, and he slowly stood up while holding on to his favorite apprentice's arm.
He is about to appear.
"This is the chief of the dessert world in Neon Country. Let's welcome Master Takeda!" I don't know who wrote the commentary. This smooth flattery obviously suits Dairo Takeda's wishes. His face is covered with wrinkles.
On the top, like a chrysanthemum blooming, it instantly stretched out and solemnly performed a neon salute. The disciples behind him stood in a row to demonstrate for him.
Zhang Hua clicked his tongue twice, glanced sideways, and said rather disdainfully: "What a grand occasion!"
The voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, and everyone in the Chinese team happened to hear it. Even the players from the Kimchi Country sitting next door cast curious glances. Why did they feel that there was a strong smell of gunpowder in this tone?
Yu Jian comforted him with her eyes, seemingly unintentionally, but she looked deeply at Takeda Dairo. Judging from his appearance, this man was a treacherous and evil person. He had been hiding in the Neon Kingdom for these years, and he was still
With the unique arrogance of neon people.
There were slight hisses in the crowd.
Yu Jian looked for her, but the voice disappeared quietly. Chu Liangwei gently pulled her and gave her a mysterious smile.
Takeda Dairo also heard the boos, which were not particularly small. He was stunned for a moment, his face became gloomier, and his beady eyes gleamed, and he scanned the audience. But the person who just made the sound had already been there for a long time.
Hidden in the vast crowd, leaving only a belly full of anger and no place to vent it.
His face turned gray, he flicked his broad sleeves and strode away.
The host was left confused. According to the procedure, Master Takeda had to go on stage to speak——
"Narrow-minded." Yu Jian slowly read out four words and shook his head. I thought that the Wu family, not to mention Wu Guoliang, could be as noble and upright as Wu Guoliang, or at least have some character. I didn't expect Wu Fang.
, just a little discordant sound can make him so graceless.
Zhang Hua said "poof" and said the true meaning: "I have lost my brain because of my age." The contempt in his eyes increased even more.
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The first round of qualifiers was scheduled for two days later. Since there were so many participating countries, the organizer came up with a slightly tricky question - chili pepper.
Although peppers are widely used in many places, in the taste of foreigners, they are not very spicy species. This question seems to be very beneficial to China and some countries in Asia, but in fact... it is more like
It's a trap.
When everyone thinks it is your strength, the requirements for you will unintentionally become higher.
After the opening ceremony, Tang Yuan rushed to plead guilty. However, he was turned away by Yu Jian, saying euphemistically: Now he is a competitor, and there is nothing he can do about it.
Chef Tang couldn't help but stand at the door with a wry smile, looking at the closed door, sighing helplessly.
The little girl also said a harsh word at the end: "We will see the result on the competition stage!"
Now, Chef Tang felt as if he had eaten a lame fly, and he felt even more uncomfortable.
On the other side, several chefs also had a heated debate about the dishes.
"When making Sichuan cuisine, a lot of chili peppers are used in Sichuan cuisine." Fang Zilu came up with the idea. He was inspired by a mouthful of Malatang, and he couldn't extricate himself from the Jianghu atmosphere for a long time. After such a long time, he still felt that the strong taste was extremely overbearing.
Yu Jian looked at Chef Ah Si, who nodded and agreed: "Cantonese cuisine is mainly light and strives to pursue the original taste. I'm afraid it won't be able to take the lead like Sichuan cuisine."
Chef Lai has a different view: "I think just cooking Sichuan cuisine is probably not enough."
Yu Jian raised her eyebrows: "How do you say that?"
"Sichuan food is very spicy, and this is known to the world. If we just cook an ordinary Sichuan food, there seems to be little chance of winning. At least others will definitely guess-" He touched his head and added, "I'm not saying that either.
If Sichuan food is not good, I feel..."
Yu Jian understood what he meant.
In front of this kind of world competition, others will definitely speculate on your every move. As long as your opponents are slightly familiar with Chinese cuisine, they will be able to figure out their moves.
Lai Wei's words reminded her, and she looked thoughtful.
On the other side of the Neon Country, the leader of the team exited Takeda Dairo's room with great satisfaction. Then, he called a young man in the team: "You will go into battle tomorrow."
The young man nodded silently, bowed and left.
In the room, Watanabe Murichi poured tea for Takeda Dairo and made a gesture.
Takeda Dairo picked up the tea cup with two fingers, slowly brought it to the tip of his nose, and said softly in Chinese: "I haven't tasted Dahongpao for a long time."
Watanabe Village smiled and said: "If you like it, I will ask the disciples in China to collect more."
Takeda Dalang closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, then asked: "Wu Guoliang... is he really alive?"
Speaking of Wu Guoliang, Watanabe Murichi's smile faded a little, with a bit of gnashing hatred: "Yes, I didn't expect that he could train his left hand to be like his right hand. This time in China, I will embarrass the Neon Country.
Already!" This kind of humiliation has always been imprinted in his heart, torturing him all the time.
"I have long said that he should have been killed at that time." Takeda Dalang opened his eyes, and a fierce silver light flashed in his eyes.