As the competition officially began, the three players in Group E became busy.
Master Ziming, Fatty Li, and Master Zhao from Yucheng Hotel, the three of them walked to the vegetable counters and refrigerated freezers on both sides of the venue without any hesitation, and began to select their next ingredients.
During this period, Master Fatty Li gave full play to his shameless spirit called dog-licking.
"Master, what do you like? I'll get it for you, don't be polite, we are all a family, come, come, come. Master, look at the broccoli, it's pretty good, absolutely fresh. Oh, and there's this master too,
Look, the best pork tenderloin, as long as it is made by you, no matter how it is made, it will taste absolutely first-class!"
Faced with Master Li's fearless spirit of seeking wealth, and listening to his flattering and disgusting flattery, Zi Ming didn't smile at all on his face. Instead, he looked coldly at the peach blossoms on his face.
Master Fatty Li scratched his face and said.
"Are you going to find out what I do and then give me some information?"
Master Fatty Li's fat, smiling face turned the color of pig liver in an instant. He quickly waved his hands to defend himself and said, "No, big master, eh, eh, he can't, can't..."
Master Fatty Li was really frustrated, thinking how on earth should I serve you so that you can be satisfied?
Looking at Zi Ming looking at him up and down indifferently, and then at the sneer at the corner of his mouth, and the teasing look in his eyes as if looking at prey, Master Li Fatty's heart trembled, and he felt that he might still have to do it this time.
Finished. But on the surface, he did not dare to show any dissatisfaction with Zi Ming. After smiling flatteringly, he turned around awkwardly to choose his own ingredients.
Seeing that this disgusting and annoying fat man was finally gone, Zi Ming snorted coldly, then stood in front of the various display cabinets and picked out his own materials in a leisurely manner.
"After all, it's a city relatively close to the sea. The shrimp and fish are really fresh. Haha, I happen to be studying Shandong cuisine recently. Let's cook all Shandong cuisine this time."
Next to him, Master Zhao from the Yucheng Hotel stared at Zi Ming, who was carefully selecting raw materials, then at the equally professional Master Fatty Li, and finally at his bandaged right hand.
After letting out a long sigh, Master Zhao silently returned to his workbench with a few pieces of frozen meat and vegetables he picked at random, and prepared the hopeless dish.
Yes, being placed in a group with these two people, even if his right hand is not injured, there is no guarantee that it will be safe, let alone now...
When passing by Huang Xiaobei's workbench with the ingredients, Master Zhao turned around and looked at Huang Xiaobei, who was standing there with his arms folded, looking like a thinker. He saw that Huang Xiaobei had his eyes closed and hadn't made up his mind yet.
What to do, Master Zhao smiled kindly and said, "Child, are you nervous? Don't be afraid, just cook what you are best at. The important thing is to participate."
Huang Xiaobei opened his eyes and saw Master Zhao talking to him. Huang Xiaobei said happily, "Oh, uncle, it's you. By the way, uncle, I just wanted to thank you. I thanked you for your blessing last time.
I won tens of thousands."
Master Zhao turned around and walked away without even bothering to look at him.
I thought that Huang Xiaobei was a young junior who was very capable but easily nervous when it came to the competition, but after a long time he turned out to be a gambler? Master Zhao smiled bitterly in his heart, alas, this competition is really a bullshit.
Yes, I have.
Master Zhao went to wash the vegetables, but Huang Xiaobei stayed where he was, still worrying about what he was going to do. Well, he would definitely lose, but at least he couldn't lose so ugly, right?
Think about it, let me think about it carefully, hot dishes, what are the hot dishes that I know how to cook? Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts, eggs with leeks, eggs with broccoli, stir-fried pork with lettuce and some more.
egg.
Commissioner Huang touched his chin in confusion and muttered, "Which egg is better?"
Zi Ming, carrying a fresh grass carp just fished out of the display case, passed by Huang Xiaobei. Upon hearing his words, Zi Ming turned to look at him in confusion and said, "What did you say?"
The special correspondent waved his hands calmly and said, "I'm wondering which egg to bring."
Zi understood him and said, "I think you look like an egg." Then he walked away slowly.
Not long after Zi Ming left, Huang Xiaobei clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's just scramble eggs with tomatoes. After all, I've done it many times, so I'm sure of it. Well, what are we thinking about as a cold dish? Preserved eggs and tofu, ha, that's right.
That’s it. By the way, staple food, and staple food, there’s egg fried rice! Oh, there’s nothing else, what else is there? Oh, by the way, dessert, um, dessert...
.”
Looking at the three chefs standing in front of him, staring directly at him, especially looking at their eyes as if they were looking at aliens, Huang Xiaobei was alert and subconsciously took two steps back, quite surprised.
He looked at them nervously and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Because there were no assistants in the individual competition, the venue was relatively quiet, so almost everyone present heard Huang Xiaobei muttering to himself, and then involuntarily moved towards this magical being.
Listening to Huang Xiaobei's dishes, Chef Li Fatty stared at him with difficulty and said, "I said, are you planning to have a whole-egg banquet, right? Oh my, talent, absolute talent."
Zi Ming didn't laugh at Huang Xiaobei too much. After all, after suffering a loss from the eldest lady, although it was because of himself, Zi Ming was still used to keeping everything in his stomach recently, for fear that something bad would happen if he said it.
things.
So on the surface, Zi Ming just stared at Huang Xiaobei with a stupid look, then turned around and walked away. Haha, it is conceivable that although the Good and Evil Chef God did not say anything, he was already worried in his heart.
I laughed at the special correspondent countless times.
A guy who only knows how to make poor scrambled eggs was actually invited by the secret party to participate in the individual competition? Let’s not talk about it anymore, just wait for the results. This time, I want everyone to take a good look at my time.
The result of special training!
Ziming clenched his fists with confidence, and then carefully handled the fresh live grass carp on the chopping board.
However, Master Zhao from Yucheng Hotel kindly reminded Huang Xiaobei, "Son, don't make all eggs. Even if you try different tricks, the judges will get bored easily. But if you really want to make an all-egg banquet,
Donghuang Hotel also prepared a lot of ostrich eggs and the like for you to try.”
Listening to Master Zhao's kind reminder, the special correspondent scratched his head and said with a smile, "Well, he doesn't know anything else but scrambled eggs."
Master Zhao looked at him with complicated eyes, "What on earth are you here for?"
"I'm here to lose." Huang Xiaobei said frankly.
Hearing this, Master Zhao looked at Huang Xiaobei with slightly cold eyes, because he remembered what Huang Xiaobei had just said.
"Thanks to you, I won tens of thousands."
Thinking of this, Master Zhao lost his smile and sighed repeatedly, "I understand, you bought yourself and lost in the gambling game, right? Haha, this world is really sad."
Huang Xiaobei stared blankly at Master Zhao's leaving figure, still mumbling what he just said, buying himself a loser in the gambling game? What do you mean? Why should I...
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Watching Huang Xiaobei wandering to the display cabinet to choose his own dishes, and seeing the relaxed and comfortable look on his face, Dongfang Qing and the young man with withered white hair smiled at each other.
laugh.
"Looks a lot like you, doesn't it?"
"A little."
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In the VIP room, Karl crossed his arms and calmly watched the live TV picture above his head. Looking at the senior student who picked up a large plate full of eggs and happily ran back to the workbench, Karl smiled.
The senior was very interesting, so he went for the eggs.
When he heard the text message tone, Karl took out his phone and looked at it. He saw that the text message still said "Looking for it" as before. Karl sighed softly and took back the phone. There was a little more worry in his eyes.
It has been almost more than a week, and there is still no news from Zifeng... Carl's initial worry has turned into anxiety.
Because according to Chu Zifeng's physical fitness and survivability, even if he was seriously injured, he should have recovered by now. At least when he was conscious, he would try to contact him as soon as possible instead of letting him look for him like a needle in a haystack.
But it has been nine days, and there is still no news about Zifeng. Karl has to wonder if he really had an accident. Thinking of this, Karl covered his forehead, his eyes full of pressure.
Yesterday I told Qianqian that I already had news about Zifeng, but he was seriously injured and couldn't come back for the time being. But if I keep delaying like this, I really can't hide it. Karl sighed and shook his head.
"Oh my, Xiaobei's luck is quite good. Look at the patient in the same group with him. He accidentally poured too much salt. Is this the third time?" Elder Tang raised his head.
Watching the performance of Master Zhao of Yucheng Hotel on TV, he said with surprise.
Lao Wei shrugged his shoulders, "It's not that big of a deal. Both the devil party and that Fatty Li have finished cooking the first hot dish. The staple food is even half ready, but he has redone it three times in a row. From what I see,
This master chef’s performance is probably not as good as Xiaobei’s whole-egg banquet.”
"As a humble monk, I think the kid from the Demon Party is more reliable. Look at the food he cooks. He is called a cook. If nothing else, we can win at least tens of thousands with him this time."
Glancing at the careless faces of the two hundred and fifty people around him, Karl sometimes really wonders, are they so happy? Are they not stressed at all? Well, it's probably because they know I'm here, so how many of them do they have?
There is no need to worry at all.
I really miss the days when Zifeng was here...
Shaking his head and not worrying any more, Karl stood up and prepared to go back to his room to take a nap, replenish his energy, and also send additional manpower to try to find information about Chu Zifeng as soon as possible.
Of course, if you are in the UK, it is no exaggeration to say that with the power of the Bollen family, any place covered by the Internet and any public area with cameras will be within the surveillance scope of the Bollen family. Even if Chu Zi
Feng teleported to the cabinet meeting room at No. 10 Downing Street, and Karl was sure to know which chair he was sitting on immediately.
However... this is China... The family's properties in China are not too many, and their strength is almost the weakest. Even several local groups are following
The Tianchao branch was established in the same year, with very few manpower. Not to mention controlling all the public cameras in China to find traces of a person, Karl actually only posted missing person notices online during these days, hoping to use information technology
The society's help is to find Chu Zifeng. After all... Chu Zifeng is so lost that he doesn't even know which province he is in. Where can he find it? Or where can his people find it?
go.
"Master, where is Mr. Chu Zifeng missing?"
"He, he disappeared in heaven..."
"Master, can you be more specific? Which province is it probably in?"
"Let's go from the third step to the second step. The first step also has some possibilities, but I guess the focus should be on the third step provinces. Maybe the Korean Peninsula also has certain possibilities."
"Master, are you talking about the three major terrains of the Celestial Dynasty? Are you telling us that Mr. Chu Zifeng may be missing in more than a dozen provinces on the third ladder?"
Recalling the questions his family subordinates asked him not long ago, and the confused expressions on their faces, Karl smiled bitterly.