The cooking competition is coming to an end, and the final contest between the masters is between Nangong Ling's Yang Bojun and Nangong Lie's Feng Yuangang.
The major media broadcast this game live. Because it was the last game, the major selections were relatively cautious.
Yang Bojun led several of his men in the large and bright kitchen to prepare the utensils for today's competition. Because the ingredients were drawn by the organizing committee, this competition was much more difficult than the previous games. Looking at the ingredients handed out, his men
They all started to have difficulties. Some of the designed dishes were not enough for the judges after they were put on the plate. The remaining ingredients made a perfect dish, but there were some missing ingredients.
What Feng Yuangang chose here was his specialty ingredients. Although he encountered some difficulties, it was much better than Yang Bojun's, and he was much more comfortable handling these things.
Time passed minute by minute. Thirty judges were sitting in the banquet outside. In another room was the mysterious guest who appeared this time. This had never been announced before the competition. The power held by these 100 people was relatively small.
Said it was much bigger.
Nangong Ling sat quietly in the audience. He had done enough work in this competition, but some unexpected systems disrupted his advance arrangements, but this did not affect Yang Bojun's performance. He held the mobile phone in his hand and turned it from time to time.
With.
Nangong Lie was also sitting in the auditorium on the other side. Feng Yuangang's skills were good, but he was still a little poor at dealing with Yang Bojun. He thought that Yang Bojun would refuse Nangong Ling's participation in the competition, but who knows that God's fate is not good, but he still showed up in the end.
Okay, this made Nangong Lie spend a lot of thought.
The staff within the organizing committee could not take care of it directly, so they had to think about the judges, and he also did some tricks on the distribution of the ingredients. Thinking of the upcoming results, his face still showed a little excitement.
Yang Bojun doesn't have enough ingredients, so even if he makes it, it won't taste as good as Feng Yuangang's, so there won't be any trouble for the remaining 100 guests.
The bell rang, the host announced that it was time to serve, and the two chefs in the back kitchen stopped what they were doing.
The service staff brought the prepared dishes one by one in order and gave a detailed introduction. The first dish was Longjing shrimp. Shrimp is rich in collagen, amino acids, calcium, phosphorus, etc. It is delicious and nutritious, and green tea
It is rich in multiple vitamins, softens blood vessels, lowers cholesterol, etc. It is a healthy food.
The judges picked up the silver chopsticks on the table and started tasting. Then they picked up a glass of water next to them and rinsed their mouths. Then they picked up the score board on the table and wrote down their answers.
The second dish is the traditional Dongpo Pork. The main ingredients are fresh pork ribs and dried vegetables. The technique is skillful and the heat is perfect. It is delicious but not greasy.
After scoring, the third and fourth dishes were served, including double-flavor blue crab and West Lake vinegar fish, and finally a dessert each.
After the judges have tasted all the dishes, the most exciting moment has arrived. No matter what their mentality is about this competition, at this time, they still want to know the final result.
Wen Weichen, the biggest sponsor, was sitting at the small dining table upstairs, quietly watching the game in the hall downstairs. Next to him, Jiang Xiyan's nervous palms were sweating. This was the most critical moment. Wen Weichen and
She still remembered what she said. She didn't know what answers the last hundred guests would give.
Putting his big hand on Jiang Xiyan's small hand, Wen Weichen gave her a kind of strength, and she could only smile back at him: "Will Uncle Yang win? I'm really nervous."
Wen Weichen nodded. Yang Bojun is indeed a master in the culinary world, and Feng Yuangang has incorporated many Western techniques into the dishes he makes. If he dishes alone, he may attract the attention of today's young people, but the real dishes are made.
What is needed is the most traditional method, and Yang Bojun's dishes are the most natural expression: "If you remove the word '?' for me, Master will definitely win, don't worry."
Jiang Xiyan smiled. She was too worried. Seeing Wen Weichen with a relaxed face, she relaxed and no longer paid attention to the game: "By the way, after the game, what are Master's plans? Is it true?
To Nangong Ling’s hotel?”
"No, after the competition, Master will go abroad to avoid the limelight for a while, and then come back after everything calms down. This competition is not for anyone, it is just to bring peace to the cooking world." In addition to Wen Weichen being a little immoral when picking up girls,
At work, he can definitely be compared with Nangong Ling.
The host's voice sounded downstairs, and the competition was really coming to an end. Twenty of the thirty judges voted for Feng Yuangang. If there were not those hundred guests, this result would be the last thing Nangong Ling and Wen Weichen would accept.
Yes, but in a competition, no matter how many tricks are done behind the scenes, the result will always be somewhat unexpected.
The most tense moment came. Under the supervision of the organizing committee, the votes of the remaining 100 guests were also answered. Yang Bojun: 86 votes, Feng Yuangang: 14 votes. There was a huge gap, which made the scene start to feel uncomfortable.
It is quite now.
The final champion of the competition belonged to Yang Bojun. The score between the judges and the guests was 1:2, but the gap allowed Yang Bojun to surpass Feng Yuangang.
Jiang Xiyan hugged Wen Weichen excitedly. This result made her excited: "Great, Uncle Yang won, Uncle Yang won..."
Wen Weichen looked at the person in her arms. Recently, due to the opposition of the Wen family's parents, she had not seen her, but now she only saw the success of others. She was so excited: "Yes, Master is very successful this time."
The scene of the two embracing each other was clearly seen by Nangong Ling downstairs. He had already expected such a result, and thanks to the hundreds of mysterious guests invited by the organizing committee, he was able to turn over.
His heart stung, and before he could retract his eyes, Nangong Lie's voice rang out from behind him: "Nangong Ling, I lost this game, but the world in Dongcheng City still belongs to the Zheng family, please stop early.
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Nangong Ling retracted the pain of loss and turned around to look at his father. People say, "Tiger poison cannot eat its offspring." But the man in front of him gave up his first love and his eldest son for the sake of his career and future: "Yes
? I want to see how long Mr. Zheng can stay? Mr. Nangong Lie, you should go back and take a look at your financial income now instead of coming to yell at me. "
Nangong Lie raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and pointed at Nangong Ling, with anger in his eyes. This son, who was also related to him by blood but had no family ties, made him hate him: "You..."
Nangong Ling stretched out his hand to lift Nangong Lie's finger, with a cold light in his eyes: "I still have something to do, so I won't play with you anymore. Sooner or later, the world of Dongcheng will be in my hands. Don't use your fingers to point it out in the future.