Fang Xiaoyu raised his face and walked straight forward, but the man walking towards him looked more and more familiar, and he couldn't help but be startled.
"No, this guy is Chi Xueli's uncle. Last time he crashed his BMW."
Fang Xiaoyu cried out in his heart and turned around to leave.
Just at this moment, Chi Xueli's uncle Tao Jingquan also saw him, and shouted from afar: "Hey! Isn't this the kid who hit my car last time?"
A mysterious smile appeared on his face: "Why, are you here to sign up too?"
"Come and take a look." Fang Xiaoyu nodded awkwardly and wanted to leave. Mr. Tao's BMW was damaged last time and Mr. Tao must have been unhappy. He might as well avoid it first and come back to sign up next time.
After hearing Mr. Tao's words, the slightly fat man couldn't help but feel proud, thinking that if Fang Xiaoyu hit Mr. Tao's BMW, Mr. Tao would definitely punish him.
Thinking of this, he deliberately mocked, "Boy, didn't you say you wanted to file a complaint against me? Go ahead! This is our boss."
His voice was very loud, and he meant to tell Tao Jingquan.
After Tao Jingquan heard this, he asked Xiaoyu suspiciously: "Who are you going to complain about?"
The slightly fat man answered proudly: "Mr. Tao, this guy said he wanted to file a complaint against me. I saw that he didn't look like a good person, so I refused to sign him up, so he said he wanted to argue with you."
There was a proud look on his face, which seemed to be telling Fang Xiaoyu, "You are dead."
However, the result was beyond his expectation.
Tao Jingquan was silent for a few seconds and yelled at him: "How can you, as the director of the registration group, use your private rights to arbitrarily deprive others of their qualifications? Isn't this nonsense? You can tell at a glance whether you are a good person or not.
Can you tell? Then you might as well go to the street to have your photo taken."
Mr. Tao was indeed angry when Fang Xiaoyu crashed his BMW last time. But as a boss, he knew that the company's image was far more important than personal grudges. Moreover, his niece Chi Xueli had begged for mercy for the last time.
, this matter is over. Naturally, he will not argue with Fang Xiaoyu.
"Mr. Tao, I..." The fat man wanted to explain again.
Tao Jingquan waved his hands unhappily and said, "What am I? Get out of here and write a profound self-criticism later. If this happens again next time, you don't have to do it anymore."
"Yes!" The slightly fat man's face suddenly turned into a frosty eggplant.
Tao Jingquan ignored him, but walked to Fang Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "What is that? What is your name? By the way, Fang Xiaoyu. What kind of food are you planning to sign up to show?"
"I plan to make a simple and delicious cold fungus." Fang Xiaoyu replied confidently.
"Well..." Tao Jingquan was a little disappointed, wondering how delicious this thing could be. However, he still ordered the young woman in cheongsam beside him: "Give him a watch!"
As he spoke, he comforted Fang Xiaoyu, "The food festival's ingredient selection takes into account the four major elements of color, aroma, taste, and shape. Although the cold fungus you signed up for is very difficult to be shortlisted. However, I am still here
I support you mentally. Don’t worry, our judges are fair and impartial. As long as the dishes you make are really delicious, you will never be turned away.”
The reason why Tao Jingquan spoke so loftily was just to promote a positive image for his company.
However, in the eyes of the slightly fat man, this behavior was viewed differently.
He thought Mr. Tao might have a very good relationship with Fang Xiaoyu in private.
Looking at Tao Jingquan's leaving figure, the slightly fat man was so angry that he slapped himself in the face, "Damn, my eyes are smoky from farts."
Fang Xiaoyu saw it and snickered secretly. He was led to the audition site by the etiquette lady.
There are rows of long tables in front of the shopping mall, covered with cooking utensils. There are many chefs performing their crafts at the scene.
"These are the seasonings. Use your ingredients to make a dish on the spot and give it to our judges. Only if it is approved by the judges will you be eligible to officially sign up for the competition." A man in a suit arranged for Fang Xiaoyu to take his seat.
Fang Xiaoyu nodded and prepared to cook.
Beside him were two chefs from big hotels. One of them, a big-faced chef, had worked as a chef at the Starlight Hotel and had now moved to another hotel. When he saw Fang Xiaoyu, he exclaimed in surprise.
"Hey! Aren't you the one who sells milk mushrooms? Are you a chef instead?"
"Just for fun." Fang Xiaoyu said with a smile. He had washed the vegetables, picked up the knife and chopped the fungus into fine pieces.
Seeing that Fang Xiaoyu's skills were unfamiliar, he shook his head and sighed: "Brother, your knife skills are very blunt! I guess you're not very good at cooking either!"
"It's okay. My knife skills are average, but the dishes I make are top-notch." Fang Xiaoyu replied confidently.
"I'll go, this kid is bragging." The big-faced man sneered, rolled his eyes at Fang Xiaoyu, and said nothing.
Another chef next to him couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, "Damn, bragging doesn't pay taxes!"
Fang Xiaoyu ignored them and soon made a delicious cold fungus.
"The delicious cold fungus is ready." Fang Xiaoyu held the dish and waved to the etiquette lady. The etiquette lady led him to the judges' table.
When passing by Big Pie Face, Big Pie Face rolled his eyes at him with disdain and whispered: "This kid is crazy. He actually used a street product to fool the judges."
"Haha, there's another one on my back."
Another chef also answered.
Fang Xiaoyu ignored it and placed the dishes on the judges' table with confidence.
The judges looked at each other and seemed to have no desire to use their chopsticks.
"Why is it cold fungus?" Gong Canmei, the judge's leader, was a little surprised. She picked up a piece of fungus with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.
Soon, she frowned and said, "Hey! This fungus is pretty good."
While talking, she took two pieces of fungus and put them into a disposable cup, as a way to store some personal goods.
Hearing this, several other judges also moved their chopsticks, and soon bursts of praise came out.
"Yeah! Not bad. This dish is really delicious."
“So delicious.”
"This is the most delicious fungus I have ever tasted."
The five judges devoured the fungus in a matter of seconds.
"Young man, give us another plate to make up for it!"
One of the judges couldn't help but said to Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu shook his head helplessly: "Sorry, no more!"
Gong Canmei, the leader of the judging panel, smiled at Fang Xiaoyu and said: "Congratulations, we solemnly invite you to participate in the first Longjiang Food Festival Culinary Ingredients Competition. Come, this is our semi-final invitation letter."
She took out a gold-edged invitation from her bag and handed it to Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu took the letter and asked in confusion: "Didn't you sign up just now? Why do you still need this letter?"
Gong Canmei smiled and explained: "Just now it was just a screening process in the audition, filtering out some inferior ingredients and chefs. Only contestants who pass the audition are eligible to officially sign up for the first round of knockout rounds, and one hundred will be selected in the end.
Zero eight works entered the semi-finals of the next round.”
"Why don't I need to go through the first round of elimination?" Fang Xiaoyu asked in surprise.
Gong Canmei smiled and replied: "Your performance is very commendable. We will recommend you to directly enter the semi-finals. The number of recommended places is expensive, and there are only three people. If you win in the semi-finals, the Long County Tourism Bureau will give you an additional bonus of 50,000 yuan.
Contestants, remember to come to Longjiang Hotel to compete on June 20th. This is a rare opportunity. Come on! We are optimistic about you."
"Thank you, I will work hard." Fang Xiaoyu excitedly held the invitation letter in his hand. (To be continued)