Three hundred and fifteen chapters individual competition
Giving Huang Xiaobei a stern look, Zi Ming had a dark face and waved his hands impatiently, "Write it yourself. What's wrong with copying my stuff?"
The first time he saw Zi Ming, the special correspondent was stunned for a moment. He leaned forward and stared at the impatient face in front of him for a long time. Huang Xiaobei always felt that this guy looked familiar. Soon, Zi Ming
With that gloomy look on his face, Huang Xiaobei instantly thought of the sharp-tongued man with glasses in front of him. He was the guy he met yesterday who claimed that his second uncle was his grandfather's grandfather and was the leader of the evil party clan of that generation.
Thinking of this, Huang Xiaobei quickly took half a step back and opened the distance between him and Zi Ming, fearing that the guy in front of him would do something bad.
However, after seeing Ziming finish talking to him, he lowered his head again and continued to write rapidly without paying any attention to him. Huang Xiaobei was slightly startled. He looked around carefully again and found that there was really nothing around him.
Huang Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief after the demon party members, and at the same time talked to Ziming a little scared.
"That's you. Oh, that's quite a coincidence. Can I ask you something? That is, are you on your side a combatant?"
Upon hearing this, Zi Ming's downcast face darkened instantly. Turning around, Zi Ming stared at Huang Xiaobei fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "They are combatants! And I also tell you, yesterday I was not
I know who you are, so you'd better not bother me now, otherwise even if the young master speaks and it's not difficult for you, I will kill you bastard sooner or later!"
Huang Xiaobei was so frightened that he quickly shut up, saying that you were busy.
Ziming snorted coldly and continued to turn around and write down his ideals for the game.
But somehow, after looking up and down at the Good and Evil God of Cooking, Huang Xiaobei always felt that he was a bit thin and did not look like a so-called combatant.
In a word, Zi Ming is really too thin, as thin as a bamboo pole. He will most likely be blown away by a gust of wind. Moreover, his voice is not that confident and he is always shouting.
You are like a serious and capable person, how can you bark nonsense all day long?
Staring at Zi Ming's back as he wrote furiously, Huang Xiaobei touched his chin seriously. Well, maybe he really might have come to help the devil party with cooking, as Qian Qian said, which is called logistics for short.
Staff, eh, fellow travelers.
But because he really couldn't figure out Zi Ming's background, Huang Xiaobei didn't dare to talk to him anymore, and continued to figure out how to write this damn competition ideal alone.
"Okay sir, your registration form has been reviewed and approved, and the information has been uploaded. Now I will group you into the competition the day after tomorrow. Please wait a moment."
Hearing the polite reply from the staff, Ziming put down his ballpoint pen and nodded with satisfaction. He said that as long as the fly next to him didn't speak, he would be full of ideas. Good guy, whatever the ideal of the competition asked him to write, he could do it.
Listed as a model.
Huang Xiaobei, who was scratching his head and scratching his head for a long time without being able to form a few words, glanced at the registration form that Zi Ming handed to the staff. Looking at the words on it, Huang Xiaobei's eyes almost popped out of his head.
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"Hey, you're a bit exaggerated, right? You wrote almost two thousand words for the three-hundred-word competition ideal, right? Wait a minute, why did I see what was written there just now? The ideal of my good and evil chef in this life.
Do you want to dominate the world with cooking? This competition allows me to compete with a group of stupid mortals, which is the greatest insult to me?"
The special correspondent looked at it for a moment and said, "You are really not a combatant, are you?"
"Get out!" Zi Ming yelled at Commissioner Huang, then turned around and punched the front desk hard, "Have you finished dividing it?"
After saying that, Zi Ming's livid face couldn't help but tremble, and the right fist he hit on the bar couldn't help but tremble.
Seeing Huang Xiaobei staring at his trembling right hand in mystery, Zi Ming cursed again, "What are you looking at! If you look at it again, I will suck your blood!"
The special correspondent was so frightened that he quickly looked away and continued to write words in his mind.
"Sir, your group has been divided into Group E. The competition will be in the morning the day after tomorrow and will be held on the 18th floor. I wish you good results."
After listening to his own grouping, Zi Ming, whose right hand was shaking with pain, gritted his teeth and said with a cold sweat, "Okay, I got it."
After saying that, Zi Ming forced himself to leave the front desk with an angry look. However, as soon as he walked past Huang Xiaobei, the livid Zi Ming quickly blew up the red and swollen right hand that he had hit, feeling still in his heart.
I kept yelling and cursing, wondering why Nima was using so much force? Oops, I have to settle the score with that guy next time.
While blowing his right hand, Zi Ming thought angrily in his heart, but why was he assigned to Group H again this time? Damn bad luck.
"I have always wanted to participate in cooking competitions in my life. The cooking competition is heaven, the cooking competition is earth, and the cooking competition is my old mother who I have never met. I am proud of myself for participating in this competition. Of course
, I guess it’s impossible for me to win the championship, but the important thing is to participate. Well, it’s almost there, I count, one word, two words, three words, hey, do punctuation marks count in the word count?” Huang Xiaobei rushed.
shouted the staff.
"Uh, forget it." The staff nodded awkwardly.
Commissioner Huang continued to count with his head lowered. After counting, he raised his head and said cheerfully, "Is it six characters short?"
The staff was really annoyed by him. They took the registration form and quickly signed him up for a group and said, "Sir, it's okay. Okay, sir, your group is also Group E. The time and place will be on the 18th floor the day after tomorrow. Best wishes."
You can get good grades."
Huang Xiaobei blinked, "Am I also in Group E? Don't tell me, it's okay. The support staff of the Demon Party should be quite reliable in cooking. If he was eliminated directly, he could be regarded as completing the Dao Master.
The mission is over."
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Just as Huang Xiaobei finished writing the registration form and strolled back upstairs to play games, a black Land Rover slowly parked in front of the main entrance of Donghuang Hotel.
The three figures in the car quickly got out of the car and walked into the Donghuang Hotel. At the same moment, two men in black who had been watching the group building opposite the Donghuang Hotel for a long time also softly reported to the wireless communicator in their ears.
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"Minister, there are three targets. One of them cannot be identified. The two have been identified as members of the North American branch and the Chinese branch. Now they have entered the Donghuang Hotel."
A steady voice came from the other end of the wireless communicator.
"Continue to monitor."
"yes."
When the black Land Rover slowly turned around and drove away, Deputy Minister Pierce, who was wearing a straw hat on his head, a white towel on his shoulders, and pushing a barbecue cart with dangling hands, also walked slowly and leisurely in front of the Donghuang Hotel.
After glancing at the three figures who walked quickly into the Donghuang Hotel, and then pretending to glance casually at the hidden location of the Russian branch members, Deputy Minister Pierce smiled faintly, and then slowly left with the barbecue cart.
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Two days later, in the Group E competition venue on the 18th floor of Donghuang Hotel.
Huang Xiaobei, dressed in a chef's uniform, stood in front of his workbench curiously, looking at this and touching that, showing husky-like wonder at the various kitchen utensils provided in the cooking competition.
On the workbench next to Huang Xiaobei, a middle-aged chef with a bandage on his right hand stood beside the workbench with a bleak face, looking pitifully at the empty judges' bench in front of him and the people on the workbench.
Wiping the extremely bright and exquisite kitchen utensils, there is endless sadness in the eyes.
Looking at Huang Xiaobei, who looked obviously not that good, he looked at Yu Cheng, who entered the semi-finals in the last competition, but this time was eliminated in the first round of the team competition due to an injury to his right hand.
Master Zhao from the hotel and Master Li Fatty, who was standing on the workbench behind Huang Xiaobei, were overjoyed.
Okay, okay, it’s finally my turn to make the transfer!
Chef Li from Tianyue Hotel is gearing up, with a full face full of enthusiasm!
Damn it, God's eyes are open! There is nothing more to say. This time, he must let everyone see what he is capable of, Li Tianbao!
After meeting his opponents in this round, Master Li, who is full of confidence, is determined to achieve a good result in the individual competition, and then successfully win the resurrection competition the day after tomorrow, so as to avenge his previous shame!
What, lose? How could you lose? What should you lose?
You see, the first round of the individual competition is the same as the team competition, with four people in a group and two people from each group qualifying. But look at what my opponents are.
One is a loser who is injured and probably can't even exert 20% of his strength, and the other one is not very good just by looking at his character. How can I, the chef of a five-star hotel, not be able to defeat these two people?
It's just a joke, isn't it?
Looking at the empty workbench next to him, Master Fatty Li smiled disdainfully and said that even if the last guy who hadn't shown up yet was a powerful guy, he would definitely qualify for second place in the group! No.
It is possible to lose, but it is absolutely impossible!
At 8:50, there were still ten minutes before the start of the competition. The three judges from Group E entered the venue one by one. Seeing the three people slowly sitting down on the judges' bench, Master Fatty Li rubbed his eyes, suspecting that
It's not that I saw it wrong.
Chairman Dongfang? Chairman Wang from Changfu Hotel? And the husband of Chairman Dongfang?
Seeing the three judges of the team competition appearing in front of him again, Master Fatty Li was a little confused.
You must know that although forty-eight chefs and second chefs from star-rated hotels from various places participated in the individual competition, as far as he knew, the people in Group A and Group F were all real great people. What about Triple Crown Champions, State Banquet Masters, etc.
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Well, it stands to reason that Chairman Dongfang should be a judge in those important groups, right? Well, why is it here again, and it is clear that their group is still a group without any highlights.
Scratching his head in confusion, Master Li still couldn't figure out the reason. However, although he couldn't figure out the reason, he noticed one thing.
That is, since they sat at the judges' table, Dongfang Qing and the young man with withered white hair have been looking in the direction of Huang Xiaobei and communicating in low voices.
The eyes of the two of them also looked strangely kind.
——————————The old situation, review for exams, and continue to revise books by the way... (To be continued)