At nine o'clock, the six groups of individual competitions in the morning started at the same time.
In the VIP room, the four old Tang Monk Mao Zi brothers and Wang Erming sat in front of the bar. While eating the sundaes in their hands, they looked up and stared at the carefree Huang Xiao on the big TV screen above his head.
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Looking at Huang Xiaobei standing in the competition venue, looking here and there, touching this and that, Elder Tang took a big mouthful of ice cream into his mouth and said in amazement.
"Ah, this Xiaobei can actually go to the competition? Haha, in addition to the tenants, doormen, dishwashers, and bartenders, the hotel sweeper has finally stood on that stage. Haha, it's a magical world."
Wang Erming looked up stupidly and smiled, "What an honor it is to represent our hotel in the individual competition. Hehe, Xiaobei is really awesome."
After saying that, Wang Erming suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was gently pulled by someone. Erming understood in his heart, and then carefully looked around. After seeing that the three people around him were not looking at him, Erming quickly
He fed the air next to him a scoop of ice cream.
The three laowei, Tang Monk and Maozi brothers, or the three guys who were not as alert as Karl's fox, did not notice Er Ming's strange behavior at all. The three of them continued to eat ice cream and watched Huang Xiaobei's behavior in the live broadcast.
No matter how you look at it, the deputy looks a bit stupid.
"Glorious? Ah, yes, it is quite glorious. Just those two moments of Xiaobei... tsk tsk, he died miserably." Elder Tang shook his head without any hope.
Lao Wei also sighed and said, "I have tasted Xiaobei's cooking skills. How can I put it, it's okay, but if he wins the cooking competition, it will be a big joke."
"Okay, this guy Xiaobei is going to compete, and those of us who are roommates must support him!" With that said, Elder Tang took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to the waiter in front of him with a smile.
The brother said, "That waiter, come to Wuzhu SIPG Hotel!"
Lao Wei also hurriedly shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, give me two bets too! Damn, I really owe a lot to Xiaobei today!"
Brother Mao Zi looked at the two aggressive guys next to him who were trying to trick his own people with a look of surprise on his face, and reminded him weakly, "Senior, SIPG... looks like a hotel belonging to the Devil Party.
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"Then we won't buy it from others."
After saying that, Lao Wei rubbed his hands, his eyes were full of joy, and he said with a smile, "Hey, by the way, do you four want to have a bet? I bet Xiaobei will lose at least 20 points to the first place!"
"The poor monk bets thirty points! Whoever loses, please have a meal!"
"I bet thirty-five points!"
Elder Tang smiled and bumped Brother Mao Zi's shoulder, "Hey, drunkard, how much do you want to bet?"
Brother Maozi held the ice cream in his hand very tangledly, then he stretched out a finger in embarrassment, and said with a simple smile, "I'll bet ten points."
"Hey, that's right. Come on, come on. I won't play cards anymore today. Let's see how many points Huang Xiaobei's grandson can lose."
"Xiao Bei fights for words and tries to lose twenty points!"
"Thirty-five must lose to thirty-five! The poor monk is optimistic about you!"
At the same moment, in the competition venue, Huang Xiaobei sneezed hard.
While rubbing his nose, Huang Xiaobei looked up strangely.
"Damn, why do I always feel like someone is laughing at me behind my back?"
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At the moment when the time reached nine o'clock, Dongfang Qing picked up the microphone at the judges' table, smiled and said to the three contestants in front of her, "Okay, the competition time has come, I will just repeat myself here.
I believe everyone knows the mechanism and rules of the competition. There is no limit to the topics of this individual competition. You only need to complete a hot dish, a cold dish, and a staple food and dessert within the specified time. There is no limit to the subject of the staple food, and the final score
The top two players advance to the next round."
After that, at Chairman Wang's smile, Dongfang Qing gently held the microphone, and a gentle smile appeared on her delicate and beautiful face.
"Okay, now I announce that the fifth national cooking competition, the first round of individual competition qualifiers, the competition of Group E is official..."
Staring at the empty chef's table behind Master Zhao in the Yucheng Hotel, seeing that the competition has already started, there are still people late? Dongfang Qing couldn't help frowning slightly, and said slightly dissatisfied, "It seems that there are still contestants who have not arrived, so here we go again."
Give him five minutes. If he doesn't come after five minutes, he will be cancelled."
"Coming, coming, coming!"
Before Dongfang Qing finished speaking, Master Luo Wen's hoarse shouts suddenly came from outside the venue.
Kicking open the door of the venue, Master Luo Wen, who was covered in cold sweat, grabbed the Good and Evil God of Cooking by his collar and ran into the venue in a hurry, fearing that he would be disqualified if he was slow.
Yes, aren't you afraid? You said they were eliminated in the team competition because they went off topic. If they are eliminated in the individual competition for such a ridiculous reason as being late, Master Luo Wen will not survive.
In the astonished eyes of everyone at the scene, Young Master Luo Wen, who was sweating coldly on his head, dragged the useless thing behind him and ran towards the venue, while not forgetting to turn around and yell at that bastard.
"What are you here for? What the hell are you here for! Did you even tell me about the competition team? Damn it, if you dare to be eliminated because of being late today, I will chop you into pieces.
No dogs!”
Zi Ming was grabbed by the collar by Master Luo Wen and ran staggeringly. At the same time, he could not help but grimace and said with a very suspicious look, "Master, I, I don't know. I remember that I heard something like H yesterday.
Group? This, this may really, really not be me..."
When he heard that this bastard Ziming actually dared to quibble, Master Luo Wen was so angry that he became furious!
Turning around and grabbing Zi Ming's collar, Master Luo Wen's eyes widened, and his teeth were itching with hatred.
"You don't know? You don't know! Come on, tell me what else do you know? You just came to make trouble for me on purpose, didn't you!" Rowan pointed his finger sharply, "I'm telling you to be kind.
Bad cook...ah! Let me tell you, Lu Ziming, this time I won't argue with you. Next time, next time, if you dare to be stupid, you dare to run to the wrong place for me.
If you don't, just wait to be removed from the family!"
Seeing the scene where Young Master Luo Wen was scolding Zi Ming, and probably would have beaten him if he wasn't worried about the large number of people, Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but feel happy.
This guy has been making trouble for a long time. Did he go to the wrong place? I asked him why I didn’t see him for a long time. Alas, it’s easy for people to laugh at me even if I’m doing logistics with my intelligence.
Looking at Zi Ming not far away who was being trained like a dog by Luo Wen, Huang Xiaobei also touched his chin and nodded firmly.
"Well, he didn't run away. He is a loyal support staff. If you don't talk about anything else, just look at the way he is bowing his head and being trained. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word "fight".
Although I guess he couldn't lift his head in front of Luo Wen's Lion's Roar Kung Fu, but for some reason, looking at Zi Ming's submissive look, he didn't dare to express his anger at being scolded, and even his legs were trembling.
Huang Xiaobei always felt that he looked a bit like himself.
Because when Master Sun scolded him, he also behaved like this.
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"Mr. Luo Wen, have you finished speaking? You can go out after you finish speaking. There are no assistants in today's individual competition." Seeing that Master Luo Wen was getting more and more scolded, Dongfang Qing had to interrupt, and at the same time, she also expressed tactfully,
Come on, why is it that whenever there is a competition in your hotel, everything is going crazy?
Hearing Dongfang Qing's reminder, Master Luo Wen changed his face like a Sichuan opera. One second he was holding Zi Ming's collar with an angry face, but the next second he put away the angry look on his face, and then
Turning around calmly, he smiled politely at Dongfang Qing and the young man with withered white hair, "Okay, Chairman Dongfang, I'll leave now. I'm sorry for causing you any trouble."
After saying that, Master Luo Wen smiled and nodded to the young man, then turned to Zi Ming and made a sinister gesture of wiping his neck... which probably meant that if he dares to make a mistake today,
, after you really didn’t have to come back, Master Luo Wen left the competition venue with a smile, and at the same time closed the door thoughtfully.
"Bang." Hearing the heavy door slamming from the competition venue, Dongfang Qing held the microphone in her hand and announced with a smile, "The first round of Group E preliminaries of the individual competition of this cooking competition has officially begun!"
As soon as the words fell, the four players present became busy at the same time.
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Staring at Zi Ming who walked to the workbench next to him, and watching Zi Ming glance at him inadvertently, Master Fatty Li instantly felt a cold air rush up his back.
Looking at Zi Ming tremblingly, who glanced at him and then stopped paying attention to him, Master Li raised his head tremblingly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, and then forced it out on his fat face.
A hint of smile said.
"Master, you, you are also in this group..."
Zi Ming turned to look at him, and then smiled meaningfully.
"Yes, you are also in this group. What a coincidence."
Looking at Zi Ming's meaningful eyes, Master Li felt a bad feeling suddenly emerge in his heart. In fact, since the first day of the competition, Master Li always felt that his porridge
It may be that the quilt has been tampered with in some way.
Of course, he didn't have any evidence, but he felt this way! Along with it, there was also a kind of fear.
You must know that when he was making porridge, Zi Ming never even took a step closer to him, but his porridge still became so unpalatable!? This also led to Zi Ming's shocking behavior.
Faced with cooking skills and bizarre methods, all Master Fatty Li felt was a sense of fear from the depths of his heart!
There is no way, people are always accustomed to associate unknown things with places with strange powers and chaotic gods. Of course, Master Li really didn't get it wrong this time. After all, vampires do belong to the group of strange powers and chaotic gods.
"Master, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, that is, although I don't know why my last porridge party turned out so bad, but I always feel that it may be related to...
...But, it doesn’t matter.”
Master Li quickly lowered his head and gave in, and said in a sincere tone, "Master, I apologize to you today. What happened in the past was my fault. You don't remember the faults of villains. Don't treat me like a bastard." He said,
Master Li, who was about to cry, pitifully held the chef's uniform that was balled up by him, and humbly begged, "Look, look at this time, can this time..."
Hearing this, Zi Ming stepped forward, patted Master Li Fatty's shoulder grandly, and said with a relaxed smile, "Don't worry, it's easy to say, I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges."
"Then thank you, Master." Master Fatty Li said overjoyed.
Zi Ming also smiled kindly at him, but the next second, Zi Ming turned his head back with a sullen face, gritting his teeth in his heart.
Damn it, if it wasn't for you, a bastard, who wanted to do it again last time, the judges wouldn't have given me a chance? Yes, am I the one who holds grudges? When I hold grudges, the young master is afraid.
!
Glancing darkly at Master Fatty Li behind him who started to praise him, Ziming smiled sinisterly.
Pray, pray that you don’t meet me in the Easter match, otherwise you will really be able to pack your things and go back to your hometown tomorrow.