The Zhuangyuanjidi porridge cooked by Chef Li Fatty of Tianyue Hotel is mainly made of rice, lean meat, pork liver, lettuce, rice noodles, fried dough sticks and other ingredients.
Six bowls of thick golden porridge exuding a rich aroma attracted the attention of the judges as soon as they were served on the table.
At this moment, Master Fatty Li held out his belly which was not inferior to that of Master Sun, with a smile on his face and said proudly, "Dear judges, my No. 1 Scholar and No. 1 porridge is not only a specialty dish of our hotel, but also
The meaning is also very beautiful. I think it fully reflects the three words porridge culture as the title of this competition. Not only that, I also added more than a dozen auxiliary materials and traditional Chinese medicine to it, which has the effect of calming the nerves, protecting the liver, and promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
Finally, I also wish all the judges good health and the safety of their children and grandchildren, especially President Liu. I sincerely wish your grandchildren can be admitted to the ideal key high school."
Listening to Master Li's flattery, Zi Ming, who stayed where he was, smiled coldly, and Tang Seng and the three people playing poker also expressed admiration, "What kind of cook are you for this eloquence? You are better off doing a pyramid scheme."
Seemingly hearing the mutterings of Tang Seng and the others, Master Fatty Li turned around and glared at the three bastards playing cards fiercely, but didn't pay much attention. In his opinion, the bowl in the Tianlong Hotel was so dark that it was finished.
There were also a lot of overcooked apples, bananas and other messy things. He was definitely going to be eliminated in this round. Why should he be angry with these losers?
"Judges, I'll stop here first. It's up to you to evaluate the specifics." After saying that, Master Li Fatty looked at the six judges in front of him with great confidence, and the smile between his eyebrows seemed to be...
Say, I'm just waiting for the smiles and admiration on your faces when you drink the porridge.
Well, just as Master Fatty Li thought, facing this bowl of Zhuangyuan Jidi porridge with all the color, flavor and flavor in front of him, no matter whether the person who made it is a flatterer or not, at least the strength of the porridge is on the surface. At the moment
, all six judges picked up the porridge bowls in their hands and tasted them with great anticipation.
However...after taking one bite, all the judges were stunned...
He was stunned as he tasted the thick porridge that was sour, bitter and smelled like unwashed pig urine. President Liu's face turned purple for a moment, and Chairman Wang hurriedly spit out the porridge in his mouth.
When we got back, Judge Li vomited the porridge directly on the ground and yelled that it was bad luck.
Looking at the judges who all looked like they had eaten shit after eating, Master Fatty Li was confused and wondered what was going on? He didn't praise me, so why did he vomit it out?
After swallowing the stinky porridge in his mouth with difficulty, which could be described as torture and even terrifying, Dongfang Qing looked at Master Li with an ugly expression and said, "Master Li, do you have any opinions on this competition?
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Hearing Dongfang Qing's question with a chill in his words, Master Fatty Li was stunned for a long time. His face said whether I was dreaming or not, and he shook his head stupidly, "No, no, no, no opinion...
....”
"Then you are here to cause trouble, right?" Dongfang Qing looked at Master Li Fatty coldly, and at the same time pushed his porridge bowl forward, "You can try the porridge you made yourself."
Looking at the judges who were gargling mineral water frantically, and seeing their rather unkind eyes looking at him, Master Fatty Li walked up with questions in his head.
Picking up the porridge bowl and looking at the thick porridge with no problem in his hand, Master Fatty Li could even smell the familiar aroma of the thick porridge. But looking at the judges' looks as if they had eaten dog shit, Master Li was filled with satisfaction.
He muttered with a suspicious face, "Is it okay? I just took a bite and it tasted..."
After Master Li took a bite, he was so exaggerated by Judge Li that he spit it out!
Staring at the porridge in his hand and feeling the lingering stench in his mouth, Master Li was confused, extremely confused!
"No, no, this is not my porridge. I, I was framed. Someone must have tampered with my food!" After reacting, Master Fatty Li shouted that he was wronged! He said that someone must have framed him.
The judges who were gargling mineral water also looked at him coldly, thinking: Who framed you? How could anyone have been near your workbench in such a long time? Besides, framed? Who has ever heard of framed dishes?
If the taste of your food becomes a little too strong, or if someone secretly adds a little more seasoning, then we will definitely be able to eat it, but...but you have clearly cooked a pot of shit.
Porridge, what are you talking about there?
"That's not right, my porridge, the judges, this, this, this, this..."
Seeing that Master Fatty Li still wanted to mess around, Dongfang Qing said coldly, "Master Li, do you want me to directly disqualify you from participating in the competition and not be able to participate in the individual competition as well?"
"I, I..." This made Master Li feel aggrieved. The flesh on his face was all squeezed into a ball, and his tearful little eyes were blinking, trying hard not to shout out, "I
It’s unfair, it snows in June!”
But looking at his bowl of extremely stinky thick porridge, and looking at the angry eyes of the judges, what else can Master Li say? Or even if he is full of mouths now, can he speak clearly?
Gritting his teeth, Master Li, who was possessed by Dou E, could only wave his hands with tears in his eyes and let people continue to serve the food.
Well, this time the judges ate quite well. The food tasted normal and excellent! Especially the two famous Hebei dishes, white jade chicken breast and Baiyangdian mixed fish, which taste better than Mr. Wang Jingchang’s two hot dishes.
It was even more perfect, especially when Chef Li Fatty creatively carved a golden rooster on the side of the white jade chicken breast plate, which was even more amazing.
However... in front of that bowl of Zhuangyuanjidi porridge that was full of the strong smell of pig sesame, it was useless, nothing was used. The judges still have such a bad taste in their mouths.
, no matter how delicious Master Li’s food was, the judges didn’t even give him a smile, they just took two bites and started to score.
Seeing this, Master Fatty Li walked back in despair, with tears in his eyes...
Damn, it’s over, it’s over now! Who am I... who is harming me? It’s impossible, someone must be harming me, otherwise how could the porridge...
.. But at this point, Master Fatty Li was also confused, but how did he harm me? Damn it, I can’t think of it, I really can’t think of it. Is there really any high technology now that can
The taste of a bowl of porridge becomes so disgusting in an instant? Come on, why do I always feel that I am more likely to make a mistake?
Looking at Master Li, who was so lost, and kept mumbling to himself, "Impossible, impossible", Zi Ming on the side smiled proudly, and Luo Wen nodded with satisfaction, saying that the fat man deserved it.
His flattery is so disgusting. What bothers me the most is despicable jesters like him.
That is to say, Master Fatty Li is confused right now. Otherwise, if he sees Luo Wen and Zi Ming gloating about their misfortune, he would definitely know the truth. But, then again, he is just an ordinary person and does not understand Super
The ability is terrifying, so even if he can guess that Zi Ming did it to him, he has no idea how he did it...
After all, a delicious porridge turned into shit in an instant. How can this be explained by common sense? It is better to think that he made a mistake.
Finally, after Master Fatty Li’s disgusting No. 1 Scholar order, Miss Yiyi pushed the dining cart and walked up happily with Qianqian.
But looking at the black porridge that the eldest lady placed in front of them, the judges finally softened their expressions, and then they all lost their composure...
Looking at the strange object in front of them, which was dark and exuding some kind of weird black gas, and would pop up black bubbles from time to time, the judges were all muttering in their hearts.
Good guy, are you here to practice today, right? Each one is more exaggerated than the last. The bowl of dog shit just now at least looks good on the surface, but this bowl... I don’t know why, but it always feels like drinking.
If you go down there, you can enter the hospital... (To be continued)