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On the streets of Huacheng, a large billboard was suddenly erected, with advertising slogans written in both international and rooster languages, and vividly painted steaming, round dumplings.
"What is this?" There were not many people on the street in the morning, but there were some local residents who got up early for a morning run and were attracted by the sign. When they wanted to take a closer look, they smelled the aroma again.
Unconsciously, my stomach growled, and I left in search of food in twos and threes, arriving at the place where the sashimi shop was yesterday.
Today's Huaxia Restaurant has a completely new look. Although it is still a transparent house on all sides, a tall steamer has been erected on the side closest to the intersection. An elderly chef wearing a hat is making a temporary
The dough was being kneaded on the set up cooking table.
At the edge of the steamer, white mist has emerged, rising in waves, and the aroma is getting stronger and stronger.
A strange pan next to it caught their attention again. The pan was round and large, with hot oil sizzling inside. At this moment, the elderly chef put the dough he had just made into the oil pan, neatly
After it's done, pour in a small amount of water. After the water and oil merge, green smoke comes out. You can only hear the water vapor bursting in the pot, and the rich aroma of green onions wafts out.
They are hungrier.
"This..." Someone couldn't help but stepped forward to ask.
The elderly chef waved his hands quickly and shouted loudly: "Fang Zilu - there is a guest!"
A young man walked out of the restaurant immediately. He was slightly fat and had a serious face. But when he smiled, he felt that the enthusiasm displayed in this man's whole body was like the scorching sun that was about to rise, scorching and heart-warming.
He said in half-baked Rooster Mandarin: "Welcome, do you want to eat Chinese steamed buns?"
So under the first ray of sunshine in the morning, Huaxia's backstage quietly gained a considerable amount of income.
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Takeda felt that the streets were particularly noisy today. Although they had already opened for business, not many people came in.
He listened carefully for a while and frowned: "You guys go out and take a look."
The assistant came back soon, looking a little panicked, pointing to the door and saying: "China, the Chinese are cheating!"
Takeda stood up with a bang and strode to the door. As soon as the Japanese door opened, the smell of various oils and noodles hit his face. His body swayed and he quickly looked to the left.
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The originally clear and refreshing road has been occupied by various small carts. A small banner has been pulled from the entrance of Huaxia, which reads: Huaxia Pastry Street. It is crowded with people carrying small plates.
, eat one here, smell it there, it’s so lively.
He clenched his fists and shouted sternly: "Bring me the phone!"
At this moment, Watanabe Murakaya stood at the door of the judges' room and refused to leave.
Inside the door, the five judges were watching the live broadcast while eating freshly baked pan-fried buns. When they took a bite, the skin was crispy and the hot and fragrant juice flowed out instantly. Take a sip and it was delicious.
It makes people raise their eyebrows, the meat filling inside is soft and chewy, and it also has the fragrance of chopped green onion. One bite is too good to satisfy.
The kimchi country judge instructed the others on how to eat. He had lived in China for a while, so he naturally knew the beauty of pan-fried buns: "Bite a little, yes, yes, yes, yes, take a bite, and then eat the meat!"
Several others followed his method and indeed gained new knowledge.
At this moment, the camera facing the Huaxia Restaurant suddenly zoomed in on the corner of the big screen.
The kimchi country judge rubbed his eyes and said happily: "Oh, does that little girl also want to make yokan? Isn't that what Takeda is best at? Now, there is another good show..."
The other people bit the bun wrapper and nodded desperately. It was so delicious that they couldn't bear to let it go from their mouths.
Watanabe outside the door was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He grabbed the staff at the door: "I want to see the judges! What China did was not in compliance with the rules of the competition!"
The staff member sneered: "There is no rule against occupying the street."
The business competition not only tests the chef's skills, but also tests the team's collaboration and management capabilities. How to maximize limited resources is what the judges want to see.
Therefore, when they heard about Huaxia’s market plan, the first reaction of the judging panel was joy. Especially Andy, in his impression, Eastern thinking is conservative and rigid, far less open and escapist than in the West.
Huaxia and Neon are both located in the great Eastern countries. Since ancient times, the two have had a variety of cultural blends, which are different but similar.
He wanted to see something different, but the first day of the management game was too ordinary. Both teams used their skills to the extreme.
But today, his joy was beyond words. Even the latest issue of the magazine had material. He liked this kind of scene with a strong humanistic atmosphere. Only in the smoke of fireworks can delicious food reach its highest state.
After hearing what the staff said, Watanabe's face turned even paler, but he still wanted to make a final effort: "But you didn't say you could do this? You should ask Huaxia to stop such behavior immediately..."
The door was suddenly opened.
Andy gave him a cold look and told him lightly: "Just because you can't think of it doesn't mean that others can't think of it. If I were you, I would never waste my time here, but go back to the Neon Restaurant and think about it."
Think about how to reverse this situation."
"Judge, this is unfair!" Watanabe shouted, still trying to fight to the death.
"Everyone has the right to say it's unfair, but your Neon Kingdom..." Andy said a few words before closing the door again, leaving a group of people eating melons. They looked at Watanabe Muraichi's face that suddenly lost all color and smiled secretly.
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He thought he was doing it unnoticed, but in fact, he was clearly seen by others.
Suddenly remembering something, he quickly ordered his assistant: "Quick, contact Takeda."
The assistant was sweating coldly. He stood aside holding his mobile phone and said with a cry: "Teacher Takeda has been waiting for you for a long time..."
On the phone, Takeda Dairo listened to everything word for word. Watanabe, this idiot, really can't handle anything! He even said that he had an informant at the organizer, but in the end, no information about such a big matter was revealed! He was also
People have grasped the handle.
He gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Go and arrange our side into the same pattern as China."