As the competition officially began, the judges sat on the judges' bench with smiles and communicated in low voices. The reporters carried cameras and silently filmed the contestants preparing the dishes. A harmonious competition atmosphere lingered in the entire venue.
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At the moment, Mr. Wang, the chef of Jiufeng Hotel, remains in front of the chef's workbench without moving. The old man is silently wiping the kitchen utensils on the workbench. His movements are extremely slow and serious. There is no sign of anxiety, but his four sides are wiping the kitchen utensils.
At this moment, the apprentice had already rushed to the ingredients around the venue and carefully selected all the ingredients that could be used.
The people at Tianyue Hotel are faster. Under the command of Master Fatty Li, the assistants have already started cutting ingredients, washing rice, and washing vegetables, and the work is extremely hot.
Seeing the busy appearance of Tianyue Hotel and Jiufeng Hotel, the judges all had happy smiles on their faces, saying that they finally saw something normal.
However, compared to the enthusiasm of the first two hotel contestants, the remaining two hotels that are not reassuring are much worse...
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In front of the silver dining racks on both sides of the venue, a thin figure was currently going back and forth between the dining racks and the chef's workbench.
I saw this comrade running back to the workbench carrying a bag of rice, dragging a large piece of bacon back to the workbench, carrying two broccoli on his shoulders, and holding a large bag of salty vegetables in his mouth.
After picking up salt, seasoning and other ingredients, I ran back to the chef's workbench excitedly and tiredly like a dog.
After finally preparing all the ingredients he needed, before he could take a breath, the good and evil chef rolled up his sleeves again and gathered around the workbench alone, washing rice, chopping vegetables, and frying.
Meat, I was so tired that my eyes were filled with stars. But just like that, Zi Ming was still shouting excitedly!
"Ah——! Let's fight! For the devil's party, for the family, for myself! Burn it! - my little universe——!!"
At the end, the good and evil chef, who was busy cooking around the workbench, was covered in blazing flames, and even a phantom appeared on his body?! His busy figure was everywhere on the workbench, and who knows?
I thought he would create a clone.
Seeing Zi Ming running back and forth, Luo Wen sighed and nodded.
"Zi Ming really worked hard. I really regret treating him like that just now. Abel, Robert, please stop standing and go help Zi Ming. But I didn't know until today that the cooking competition is so tiring."
Yes, just as Luo Wen thought, the workload of the team competition in the cooking competition is indeed very large. Otherwise, how would it be called a team competition? Each of the five contestants has his or her own division of labor. Only after perfect rehearsal and
Only by cooperating can the dishes be completed within two hours. Otherwise, like the Good and Evil God of Cooking, who drags four people behind him, no matter how good his cooking skills are, he will still be exhausted to death...
Well, Luo Wen didn't know about the cooking competition. He thought that as long as Lu Ziming was here, the competition would be absolutely sure, and he completely ignored the importance of assistants... To be honest, among the five members of the Demon Party,
, Zi Ming is the only one who has cooked, and that Uncle Robert can also make coffee...
Hearing the condolences from his young master, Zi Ming was overjoyed at first, and then he was tired and sweating profusely. He turned around with a smile and said, "Master, please help me with the cooking. Abel, help me cut the ingredients."
, Andrea, watch when the water boils, Uncle Robert, help me cook a pot of thick soup, Master... command us!"
Zi Ming gave the order, and everyone in the Demon Party got busy, but...
"Ziming, how do you cut the ingredients?"
"Ziming, how does the water boil? Is it enough to just bubble?"
"Ziming, make soup...this...soup...didn't last..."
He looked at Abel, who was holding a kitchen knife and making random gestures like a machete, then at Andrea, who was opening the lid of the pot every half minute to take a look, and finally at Andrea, who was staring at the soup pot with a troubled expression.
Touching Uncle Robert's sexy beard on his chin, Ziming felt a little dizzy...
"Well, I, Master, what can you do?" Lu Ziming looked at Luo Wen for help.
Young Master Luo Wen scratched his face and felt a little unnatural, "What, this is our first competition and we all have no experience, so that's good. I'll entrust you with full responsibility for this competition. Do your best! We'll be responsible for cheering you on."
"Master, I'm afraid I'll die from exhaustion..." Zi Ming stared at Luo Wen with illusive eyes.
At this time, Master Luo Wen also showed his skills as a leader. He hooked Zi Ming's shoulder and said with a smile, "It's true that I didn't think carefully this time. I don't know that you can be a little bit better in the cooking competition alone."
I can’t figure it out, but if you mess it up for me today, if you can’t win the first place in Group H for me, just wait and go back to feed the blood servants! Do you understand?”
Looking at his young master's ferocious eyes, like a hungry tiger eating people, Ziming swallowed, and then...
“Burn—my little universe—!!”
Seeing Zi Ming burning his life again, Master Luo Wen looked at Abel and the others fiercely, "As for the three of you, go and ask Zi Ming for advice on how to be a good assistant.
If I see signs of Ziming’s shadow clone in the next competition, I will chop you up and feed them to the dogs! Do you understand?”
Abel and the other three were so frightened by Rowan's sinister eyes that they trembled and hurriedly ran to ask the Good and Evil Chef God for advice, which directly increased the workload of the Good and Evil Chef God by half...
Well, at this moment, the Good and Evil Chef God has almost burned himself out...
Seeing that his subordinates were all enthusiastically engaged in their work, Master Luo Wen nodded with satisfaction and said that they should put some pressure on them, otherwise there would be signs of the secret party's shameless sneaky tactics. Well, not bad, not bad, I am the leader of this young master.
The policy is indeed perfect.
Yes, this is Master Luo Wen's leadership style. In fact, Master Luo Wen has had this view since he was a child. He believes that if he wants to lead his men to complete their tasks well, they must give them death orders.
Put endless pressure on them, and you have to whip them from behind with a whip all the time! Well, a proper tyrant mentality.
Because in Young Master Luo Wen's opinion, only under this kind of terrifying pressure, his subordinates will work seriously and fearfully, and the quality of work will definitely be qualitatively improved! In the end, not only can the task be successfully completed,
, maybe it can be done brilliantly!
Otherwise, haha, otherwise, if you let them relax a little bit, there is a high chance that there will be a fluke mentality, which will very likely lead to mistakes in the work, and you will be like those rotten garlics under Karl.
Therefore, these guys must be placed in dire straits anytime and anywhere in order to unleash their true potential!
One sentence.
Work hard, servants!
Either you will die from exhaustion, or I will beat you to death and feed it to the dogs. It’s your choice!
Well, this is Young Master Rowan's heavy-pressure leadership method, which is completely different from Carl's approach that advocates influence... Of course, both of their leadership methods are problematic, and the former may force him to
If the peasants revolt, the latter may encounter ministers revolting, or employees paddling.
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But compared to the exhausted devil party, Miss Yiyi is much more pitiful here. Compared with the other three groups around her who have started cooking, Miss Yiyi is really pitiful, because Miss Yiyi is still
No action...
As she said before, she really hasn't figured out what she is going to cook yet.
Standing in front of three rows of dining shelves, looking at the dazzling array of fruits and vegetables, the eldest lady’s big watery eyes were filled with little stars of confusion.
"What should I do?"
The eldest lady looked at Qianqian in confusion, and Qianqian also raised her little head in confusion and looked at the eldest lady. The two beauties just stood in front of the dining shelf in distress, thinking about the dishes.
As for the three Tang Monks behind him...
"Two five."
"Two six."
"Two two!"
Three people were sitting on the ground heartlessly, playing poker openly...
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"Grandpa, can you tell me what kind of dish I should cook?" She really couldn't think of what she wanted to do, so the eldest lady cleverly took advantage of her beautiful girl and ran to Jiufeng Hotel where they were cooking
Next to Mr. Wang, who was holding side dishes, the eldest lady sweetly pulled the corner of his clothes and asked.
To be honest, Mr. Wang would be embarrassed to refuse such a cute girl asking you for advice, even if he is his opponent.
While cooking the vegetables, Mr. Wang spoke calmly.
"Anything is fine. Looking at you, girl, you can participate in the competition at such a young age. You must be very good at cooking. It's mainly a matter of mentality. Just relax. If you really can't think of it, just make a rock sugar and white fungus porridge."
As for the side dishes, just make them simple and delicious. This can be considered unique. I think other people make porridge with a strong taste. Maybe you can surprise me with a sweet porridge."
Listening to Mr. Wang's very sincere advice, Miss Yiyi's beautiful little face was filled with a happy smile.
"Thank you grandpa, I know what to do."
Bowing politely to Mr. Wang, the eldest lady immediately turned around and greeted Qianqian.
"Qianqian, go online and find out how to make rock sugar and white fungus porridge. We must come up with a perfect dish this time!"
Originally, after giving instructions to the eldest lady, Mr. Wang still had a faint kind smile on his face, but when he heard the eldest lady's last words, the smile on Mr. Wang's face disappeared.
Why, how come that girl doesn’t even know how to make rock sugar and white fungus porridge? She still has to go online to read the recipe?
Mr. Wang stared suspiciously at the two beautiful girls who were looking at their mobile phones together. His face was full of doubts. At this moment, a smell of paste suddenly came out from Mr. Wang's pot.
"Master, food! Food!!"
The heart-rending shouts of several disciples rang out... (To be continued)