Chapter two hundred and eighty-ninth shooting themselves in the foot
"Yes, that's it."
Pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, President Liu said regretfully, "Actually, Mr. Ziming, to tell you the truth, the six of us also had a big debate on whether to let you advance. Among them, I think you should be allowed to advance. After all,
Your strength is here, it would be a pity to eliminate you."
Speaking of this, President Liu sighed lightly, "But several other judges think this is not good. After all, this is a Chinese food competition, and the dishes you serve are all Western food...
If you are really allowed to advance, our competition...may not be able to continue, and it may become a place where people laugh at you. After all, a Western chef can pass the Chinese food competition.
...It’s really not good.”
Standing up, President Liu bowed to the petrified Ziming, "Sorry, Mr. Ziming, although your cooking skills are indeed perfect, there is really nothing we can do. I hope you can understand."
Seeing Ziming's confused look as if he had lost the whole world, Chairman Wang smiled and comforted him and said, "Master Lu, you don't have to be so angry or depressed. After all, with your strength, you can be a good person wherever you go.
You deserve the title of God of Cooking! Moreover, this is just a small competition, so your talent will not be buried, right?"
Dongfang Qing looked at the trembling Zi Ming with the same smile and said, "Master, do you think this is okay? As compensation, I hope to invite you to our hotel to host for a month. Don't worry, I will introduce you to every star in this province.
Let’s get to know the owner of the hotel. Of course, if you don’t like Chinese food, I’m also familiar with the chefs of several Michelin-starred restaurants in this city, and you can go there and host them. Please don’t be too sad.”
To be honest, if it were another chef, he would definitely lose the game and win in life, but... Ke Ziming is not an ordinary chef! If he really wanted to be a chef, he would have done it as soon as possible
He left after a hundred years, so why bother staying in the Demon Party until today?
But in Dongfang Qing's view, for someone like Zi Ming who is a God of Cooking, if he loses in this small competition, he loses. It's not a big deal. He is also a God of Cooking anyway, so he can't win a championship wherever he goes.
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However, for Ziming... Damn, I really can't get fucked in the first round! Otherwise, it would be easy for me to be dragged back by my young master to feed the blood servant!
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At this moment, listening to the judges' explanations, Ziming was completely exhausted and couldn't even fart.
With his eyes dull and empty, he stared at his hands and muttered to himself, "Chinese food? Traditional Chinese food? No one told me... Everyone just said it was a cooking competition and asked me to cook.
The one who won the championship didn’t even ask for it... Why, how come there are still hard and fast rules for this!"
Zi Ming's eyes welled up with tears once again. Standing in front of the judges, the Good and Evil Chef God put down his pride and begged bitterly.
"Judges, can we discuss this? Again, give me another chance! I, I can't lose, I am the hope of our whole family! I really can't be eliminated in the first round!
Although what I cook is not Chinese food, but... Oh, by the way, a cooking competition, this is a cooking competition, everyone is competing on their cooking skills!"
As if he had grasped some life-saving straw, Ziming stared at his myopic eyes, looked at the position two meters above President Liu's head pleadingly and said, "Let me do it again, judges, the cooking competition is about
Strength, you can’t strangle a young man with a great future in the cradle just because he makes the wrong dish!”
Zi Ming ran up to Judge Li, who had just been grabbed by his collar and was about to give him a beating, grabbed his hand and said with tears in his eyes.
"Give me another chance! President Liu, this time I will definitely be able to come up with something that meets your requirements..."
Before Zi Ming finished speaking, the confused Master Fatty Li woke up and hurriedly jumped to his feet and shouted, "Judges, you have to give me a chance, right? You also know my strength, I can't be that bad.
, let me do it again too!”
Looking at Master Li who was taking advantage of every opportunity, President Liu could not help but look awkwardly at Zi Ming, who was begging in front of him, "Mr. Zi Ming, you have also seen it. If we really give you another chance because of your strength,
Then wouldn’t Master Li have to do it again? Wouldn’t this group of competitions have never been compared at all? I’m sorry, Mr. Ziming, as the judges of this group of competitions, we really... Oh, that’s right
Mr. Ziming, there is still a chance for resurrection after the second round. You... better prepare for the resurrection match."
After hearing the judges' final verdict, Ziming collapsed on the ground.
With dull eyes, he stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above the venue, with endless sadness in his eyes...
Lost...lost just like that...
It's over, now I really have to be fed to the blood servant...
By the way, I have already boasted. I told the young master that the winner of the cooking competition, including the sacred vessels, is a small matter of sprinkling water. But, but now... I was eliminated in the first round! I,
How should I face my father and ancestors! Moreover, and the young master's side...
Wait, this is just shooting myself in the foot, right? If I didn't do anything to that fat man, then maybe, maybe...
At this time, before he could feel any more sad, Zi Ming suddenly felt a terrifying aura falling on him.
Turning his head slightly, he looked at the livid Luo Wen next to him, his eyes so fierce that he was about to be skinned alive. Zi Ming shuddered and subconsciously wanted to run away, but Master Luo Wen grabbed him by the back collar.
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Hooking Zi Ming's trembling shoulders, Master Luo Wen's face that looked like a ghost from hell appeared in front of the trembling Zi Ming.
"Dear Mr. Chef God of Good and Evil, don't you have anything to say to this stupid lamb like me?" Master Luo Wen looked ferocious, his face was ashen, his eyes were wide open, and he vividly demonstrated what it means to be a green-faced fang.
Image of the devil in purgatory.
"Young Master... Can you please listen to my explanation? I, I really don't know, and you didn't tell me that I have to cook Chinese food in the Chinese food competition, and I'm also very good at it.
Stop cooking Chinese food, young master, this accident may not be just..."
Listening to the weak explanation of the good and evil chef, Master Luo Wen smiled, hooked Zi Ming's shoulder, and laughed happily, "Yes, I did something wrong. It was me, the stupid lamb, who didn't tell
Why don’t you allow Western food to be cooked in Chinese competitions? Haha, Mr. God of Cooking, I was wrong, do you want to kill me to vent your anger?"
Ziming looked at his young master in fear and swallowed softly.
"Master, can you please be gentle?"
Master Luo Wen smiled and nodded, "Okay."
After that, Master Luo Wen, who was holding himself back from getting angry, waved his hands to Abel and the others, "Come on, pull me down and beat him, hard!"
Abel and Andrea quickly dragged Zi Ming down and punched each other. There was no other way. The young master said he had to fight, so he had to fight... And Zi Ming, you, you deserve it too.
.......
Seeing Zi Ming being dragged away and beaten by Abel and the others, Master Luo Wen, who had mixed emotions, lowered his head and silently walked back to his side of the chef's workbench.
Yes, Young Master Luo Wen, who has always held his head high, never raised his head after the results of the cooking competition were announced. As for Tang Monk and the others, Young Master Luo Wen didn't even dare to look at them.
What a shame! What a shame!
In the first round...he was eliminated in the first round! This, this, this, why should I watch Karl's jokes? Why should I appreciate Karl's sad expression?
Damn it, if I hadn't known there was another chance for resurrection, I would have killed that bastard Ziming alive!
Yes, no one told him that he had to cook Chinese food for the competition, but, wouldn’t you think about it yourself? Wouldn’t you go online to find out the rules of the cooking competition? Couldn’t you...
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Young Master Luo Wen could no longer argue, and finally had to slap his head bitterly.
Damn it, I have to eat those bastards from Ge Laohui when I get back!
Master Pao: "???"
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Because there were many accidents in this group's competition, President Liu and Dongfang Qing discussed it and decided to explain the results of everyone in this group in detail to avoid any trouble in the future.
"Although this competition adopts a scoring system, the score of each player will be removed from the highest and lowest scores among the six of us. The middle value of the scores of the remaining four will be the final score.
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President Liu looked at Mr. Wang Jingchang of Jiufeng Hotel, "Mr. Wang's total score is 49, which is 17 points for the porridge, 8 points and 9 points for the two hot dishes, 8 points for the cold dishes, and 7 points for the dessert.
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After saying that, President Liu looked at Master Li again, "As for Master Li, the total score is only 28...which are 0, 6, 7, 7, and 8."
When he heard that his porridge got zero points, and the scores of other dishes were not high, Master Li was on the verge of tears. He could only continue to wonder why his carefully cooked porridge became so unpalatable.
"As for SIPG Hotel...Mr. Ziming, in fact, your scores were originally full marks, yes, sixty. All of us gave full marks to each of your dishes, but the reason I have mentioned before
I’ve said it before, so you have no grades...”
The God of Good and Evil, who was simply punched twice by Abel and the others, squatted on the ground silently, with his back to everyone. At this moment, he weakly waved his right hand to indicate that you should stop talking, and he stabbed him one after another.
I really can't stand it...
"Tianlong Hotel..." Looking at Miss Yiyi who was looking at him, his big eyes blinking, obviously waiting for him to praise their Miss Yiyi, President Liu smiled and said, "The total score is three
10. Among them, the bowl of porridge made by Yiyi really tastes impeccable. But because the appearance is not very good-looking, after all, we evaluate a dish based on three aspects: color, flavor, flavor, so it is a pity.
Yiyi's porridge only scored eighteen points."
The eldest lady bowed cutely and said with a smile, "It's okay Aunt Liu. I know that I can get this score. I have already said it well. Thank you uncle and aunt for your encouragement and support. I will continue to work hard!"
Looking at Miss Yiyi who clenched her little fists cutely, the judges all smiled, what a cute child.
"Although Yiyi's porridge was perfectly cooked, the rest of your group's scores were average. The barbecue was okay, with seven points. The rest of the cold dishes and the fried egg dish...the cold dishes were three points, and the fried ones were three points.
Eggs are only worth two points, is it a dessert... suspected of violating the rules, no points."
President Liu looked at the eldest lady kindly and said, "So Yiyi, your passing this time is just luck. Listen to Auntie and find some reliable assistants for the next round of competition, otherwise you will be dragged down."
Tang Seng and Wei Silin, who were labeled as a drag by President Liu, looked at each other, and then Elder Tang pushed Lao Wei, "Foreign devil, this poor monk has one more point than you."
"Why don't you compete with Brother Maozi?"
"It can't be compared..."
After hearing President Liu's sincere advice, the eldest lady shook her little head, with a cute smile on her jade-like face.
"It doesn't matter, Aunt Liu, no matter how useless my assistant is, I will definitely win the championship in this competition!"
President Liu was startled for a moment, then smiled softly and said that the child was indeed young, but very good and energetic.
On the other side, Master Fatty Li, after hearing the eldest lady’s score, really wanted to lie on the ground and shout “Nima!” three times!
Damn it, I'm only two points away! Damn it, I'm just two points away from entering the next round! This, this damn...
Master Fatty Li looked at his hands with tears streaming down his face, "My porridge is zero points, which means that the point difference between me and Tianlong was eighteen points at the beginning, but in the end, in the end, they actually beat us by two points?
God, what the hell did I lose to?"
Yes, just as Master Li thought, the point difference between him and Tianlong originally reached 18, and there was no hope of turning around. But in the end, the eldest lady actually defeated the master with a slight advantage of two points.
Master Fatty Li, whose food is nothing, how can you be reasonable? No one can accept it...
At this moment, Master Fatty Li was kneeling on the ground, grabbing the ground with his head, shouting, "God has no eyes!" while Zi Ming, who was squatting not far from him, turned his back to everyone and silently drew circles on the ground,
Suddenly he was startled.
Because he suddenly remembered what President Liu had just said about the eldest lady and the others.
Impeccable porridge?
Thinking back to the strange bowl of black porridge or dirty water that he had tasted before, Ziming's brows furrowed more and more.
Wait, why do I always feel that something is not right? Yes, that bowl of porridge must be very unpalatable. It is impossible no matter what. Hey, why do I suddenly have a feeling of familiarity? Why do I always feel like this scene in front of me?
Very...wait!
Thinking of this, Zi Ming instantly opened his eyes.
I, I will go, no, it won’t be right? My ability really won’t be... (To be continued)