After two days of suffering, the food competition finally came.
Fang Xiaoyu and Sesame Queen got up early. After making out for a while in the hotel, they had breakfast together and then separated. They got busy.
In order to prevent others from gossiping, Queen Sesame did not ask Fang Xiaoyu to drive him to the venue, but took a special car arranged by the hotel.
Fang Xiaoyu went into battle alone and lightly packed.
As soon as they entered the venue, they saw a sea of people inside. Nine tables were placed in the center of the hall. On each table were various knives and kitchen utensils. Strangely, there were no condiments.
The first row under the stage was occupied by VIP seats. There were only about twenty seats, and the five seats in the middle were covered with red cloth. Fang Xiaoyu walked into the preparation area of the venue under the guidance of the hostess.
Contestants from major hotels and food companies were all in high spirits. The spectators were all packed, and the venue was very lively. The beautiful host, wearing a cheongsam, with a tall figure and good looks, walked briskly.
Got on the stage.
From the other side of the stage, a young man in a suit walked towards him with his head held high.
Two hosts, one man and one woman, came on stage with smiles from different directions, thanked everyone and delivered speeches.
After the two hosts spoke in official terms, the next step was to invite the leaders of Yancheng City to give a speech.
A middle-aged man who looked like a leader and was wearing a gray suit appeared on the stage. There was a burst of fierce applause from the audience, followed by a burst of soft discussion.
“I didn’t expect that the mayor of Yancheng would personally deliver a speech for this food conference.”
"What's this? It's said that leaders from the National Tourism Administration are here!"
"It seems that both the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the Health Supervision Bureau have sent leaders to observe the competition."
When people saw leaders from all walks of life gathered together, they started talking a lot, and everyone was extremely excited.
After a while, the mayor of Yancheng City finished his speech, and then two other people who looked like leaders came to the stage to give speeches.
Immediately afterwards, there was a wonderful cannon firing session, with countless fireworks rising into the sky.
After the fireworks were lit, the members of the Food Association and the previous championship winner came on stage. Then contestants from major hotels, restaurants, and food companies entered the venue one after another.
After the entrance ceremony, a splendid large-scale dance took place on the stage. The whole competition was lively, magnificent, and the scene was very spectacular.
"I've never thought that an ordinary food competition would be as organized as the Olympics." Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
Hearing this, a man with a crew cut next to him answered with a smile, glanced at him lightly and said, "Boy, you are from out of town, right?"
"Exactly." Fang Xiaoyu replied casually.
A look of disdain flashed across the crew-cut man's laughter. He looked Fang Xiaoyu from top to bottom again, and then asked suspiciously: "Are you here to participate in the competition?"
"Yes! What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Fang Xiaoyu asked curiously.
"I don't think you have a background as a chef! Tell me honestly, how much did you spend to get into the preliminaries?" The crew-cut man said coldly, his words full of ridicule.
"No money." Fang Xiaoyu replied calmly.
"What? With your level, you can enter the preliminaries without spending any money?" The crew-cut man peeled off a piece of chewing gum and threw it into his mouth, chewing it while mocking Fang Xiaoyu with disdain.
"Brother, I'm not trying to hit you. I can tell by looking at your hands that you're not good at cooking. A really good chef will leave thick calluses on the palms of his hands, but you can't tell at all.
With such signs, it is obvious that he is a newbie who has just started."
Fang Xiaoyu looked at the crew-cut man and the contestants next to him. As expected, he saw that each of these chefs had calluses on their hands.
"Brother, you should go to see a photojournalist instead of being a chef." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and joked to the man with the crew cut.
"What? You don't believe what I say?" The flat-headed man's face was full of confidence, and he said to Fang Xiaoyu with a proud look on his face: "Do you know which hotel in Yancheng I come from?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Fang Xiaoyu answered truthfully.
At this time, a fat chef next to the flat-headed man smiled and answered: "Boy, this is our number one chef in Yancheng, Zhu Dachang. His best cooking skill is braised pork sausage, which is very popular in Yancheng food circles.
, no one knows his name.”
"Pig's large intestine?" Fang Xiaoyu laughed inwardly when he heard the name, and thought to himself: This guy really lives up to his name. He is also like a large intestine, with a face full of fat.
At this time, another thin man also smiled and joined in: "Boy, I think you are just here to be cannon fodder to make soy sauce. Why don't you become your master now, Master Zhu! He can give you
You can get a discounted price and only have a tuition fee of 10,000 yuan. As long as you are willing to endure hardships and study with him for three years. Not to mention winning the grand prize, at least entering the finals is not a big problem."
"Enter the finals?" Fang Xiaoyu smiled and shook his head: "This result is not very tempting to me."
When he saw these guys, they were all acting awesome and coaxing, and they were not polite at all.
"Go on, you really think of yourself as a person." The thin man glanced at Fang Xiaoyu disdainfully and said, "Boy, don't think I don't know. There are many newbies in this class who have spent money to get in.
In terms of real level, you are not even qualified to be a chef in a star-rated hotel in Yancheng. I recommend you to learn cooking skills from Zhu Dachang. This is to give you face."
"If you can train hard with our Master Zhu for three years, even if you don't participate in the competition, you will definitely be able to work in a five-star hotel. The annual salary will start at least 150,000."
Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
"The annual salary of 150,000 yuan is still not attractive. Let's get something more exciting!" Fang Xiaoyu joked intentionally.
"I'll go, boy, don't just brag." Seeing Fang Xiaoyu's disapproval, the thin man took out a chef's certificate from his bag, waved it in front of Fang Xiaoyu and said, "Did you see it? This is a senior chef.
If you want to reach my level, you have to practice hard for at least ten years."
"I'm here to participate in the food competition, not to compete with the chef certification." Fang Xiaoyu smiled disapprovingly: "In my opinion, as long as you can produce food that can really convince the audience, you are a master. As for what certification is not required?
Certificate, it’s just a piece of waste paper.”
Fang Xiaoyu's words were very blunt, which made several chefs at the scene feel very uncomfortable.
The more this happens, the more Fang Xiaoyu wants to crack down on these clowns. He wants to see how awesome these half buckets of water are. (To be continued)