"No argument, can you let me try some of the chicken blood soup you made?"
The head chef suddenly stood up from his chair, walked to Gu Zheng's side, and asked in a low voice. He had not tasted Gu Zheng's fried eggs before. He knew that he had lost, but the one who lost was unwilling to accept it. Now he saw
Gu Zheng made the chicken blood soup and the judges spoke highly of it. Even he himself didn't know why he came over and made this request.
"good!"
Gu Zheng agreed without hesitation. There was still chicken blood soup in the pot, and there was still a small half of the pot left, which was reserved for himself and Du Yang. He just said that he would invite his companions today, and since he said so, he couldn't
Forget about them, besides, they have been helping me these past two days, especially Du Yang, who asked for leave to accompany him to become a fan. It is absolutely right to treat them to a bowl of chicken blood soup.
The head chef took a small bowl by himself, and Gu Zheng poured out a portion of chicken blood soup that was about the same amount as the judges. The head chef didn't say anything, and left with the bowl. He didn't use a spoon, and took a sip of the clear soup directly from the bowl.
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The warm clear soup, with a hint of sweetness, slid from the tip of the tongue to the throat. The entire throat was instantly filled with this fragrance. The head chef who wanted to stop tasting it unnaturally took another sip.
, this time I even bit a piece of chicken blood.
When the chicken blood enters the mouth, a trembling delicious feeling immediately fills the whole body. The chicken blood does not melt immediately in the mouth, but with the gentle pressure of the mouth, drop by drop of juice seems to be squeezed out from the chicken blood.
, quickly deliver the delicious taste to the whole body.
Fresh, fragrant, and beautiful, the fishy smell in the chicken blood has indeed been completely removed. This is not suppression, but real removal. The umami flavor of the chicken blood is also perfectly preserved. The chicken blood, which has no fishy smell at all, exudes
The umami flavor is unmatched.
With just a mouthful of soup and chicken blood, the head chef understood that he had lost. He had really lost. He was not unfair at all. He was convinced that he had lost. He would not be able to make this kind of soup now or in the future.
, this is not a small gap, this is a gap from heaven to earth.
What's very funny is that at the beginning he was still sure of winning, he made a lot of big talk, and even criticized Gu Zheng many times on the Internet. Now he is blushing just thinking about it.
"No argument, you win, I apologize for what I said before!"
The head chef finished the soup in the bowl, bent deeply towards Gu Zheng, and left immediately. He did not return to his seat, but left the hall directly to the back, and he didn't know where he went.
"I no longer know how to describe this chicken blood soup. No words can express my feelings. Let Mr. Hua do the talking!"
One of the judges also slowly finished the soup in the bowl and said with emotion. Mr. Wu and Mr. Hua were also drinking the chicken blood soup made by Gu Zheng. There was only a little left in the bowl. Most of the judges
This is also true.
The judge's words also focused everyone's attention on Mr. Hua. Several judges quickly drank the soup in their bowls and even refilled their bowls before looking at Mr. Hua.
The third game is not a playoff. As long as Mr. Hua can say one bad thing about the food made by Gu Zheng and three judges agree, then Gu Zheng will lose and other people’s comments are useless. Everything depends on it.
President Hua.
Mr. Hua also finished the soup, not a drop was left. He didn't want to do this, but the taste of the soup was really unbearable for him. If you give him another bowl, he can finish it, no, he can finish ten bowls.
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Putting down the bowl, after hesitating for a while, Mr. Hua extended his thumb and said loudly: "I'm impressed by your indisputable cooking skills!"
Mr. Hua is not stupid. Even a stupid person cannot achieve such a career. He just has a good face and great ambition. Before the bowl of soup was even cooked, he had a hunch that he was going to lose this time. He didn’t know Jixiang
What happened to the transformation, but some judges knew it and told it.
How could he find fault with something that existed in legend, something that could only happen if his cooking skills were at its peak? He could make up any faults that didn't exist, but it was impossible for the judges to approve the fabricated faults. Not three judges would approve it.
He will only lose more face.
After drinking the soup, he realized that he had lost again this time. Gu Zheng's cooking skills completely exceeded his expectations.
At the same time, he also had some regrets in his heart. What Gu Zheng made this time was chicken blood soup. Chicken blood soup and their duck blood vermicelli soup have a lot in common. If he had known that Gu Zheng had such cooking skills before, what would he do?
Maybe let the head chef pose a challenge and go directly to recruit people. If you can poach Gu Zheng, you can let him be the head chef.
With the cooking skills of Guzheng Chicken Blood Soup, it is very easy to improve the duck blood vermicelli soup, and the store's business can be taken to the next level.
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. The challenge was not only proposed by them, but he also deliberately suppressed Bu Zheng at the competition site. In addition, he knew the background of Gu Zheng, so it may be difficult to ease the relationship between the two.
Regret is regret, but Mr. Hua did not give up. He still had to fight for what should be fought. Seeing the unexpected looks in some people around him, he smiled slightly, stood up, and clapped his hands.
"No doubt, you are worthy of being the son of Master Gu Ming. You are better than your master. You lost to the cooking skills of a three-star Michelin chef. We are convinced that you lost!"
Gu Ming was the name of Gu Zheng's father. Before Mr. Hua finished speaking, Gu Zheng's expression changed.
"What, Bu Zheng is actually Gu Ming's son?"
"No wonder, no wonder he has such good cooking skills!"
"It turns out he is Gu Ming's son!"
Some of the judges looked shocked. Gu Ming himself became famous in Shanghai. These judges are all people in the food industry. Many people know Gu Ming's identity. Gu Ming is also a pride of Shanghai's food industry.
It’s not easy to be a three-star Michelin chef. There are more than 2,000 Michelin-starred restaurants in the world, but only over a hundred have reached the three-star standard. Only the chefs of these more than 100 restaurants are truly Michelin three-stars.
Chef.
In other words, there are only more than a hundred three-star chefs in the world.
This statement is not rigorous. Some famous chefs are not inferior to these three-star chefs. In addition, some three-star chefs have resigned. They also have the strength of three-star chefs. In real terms, the number of such famous chefs in the world is
Much higher than that number, probably hundreds.
But even so, it is still a very remarkable existence. Moreover, Gu Ming is now an authentic three-star chef and has won many awards in France. He is actually his son. No wonder he has such cooking skills. Mr. Hua and the others lost
It is indeed not unfair.
There was a lot of discussion at the scene. Most of the people who came here today were from the food industry. Even if they were not, they would ask people around them. Soon everyone understood what was going on. Even Mumu only knew now that Gu Zheng
His father is not an ordinary chef, but a three-star chef, a world-famous chef who came from Shanghai.
Mumu's little hands were clenched together again, damn it, she said before that her father was just an ordinary cook, and she had lied to her again, and she must make him look good after this competition is over.
