At 8pm on July 17th, the finals of the 5th National Culinary Competition officially started at this moment.
The two sides of the duel are the beautiful girl Tianlong Chef Team who rely on backdoors, black money, and shitty luck, and there is no serious cook in the participating team.
Their opponent, on the other hand, has a super-class world-class chef in the team, and all the previous competitions were completed by him alone, but now he is unable to come because he was seriously injured, leaving only
The Shanghai SIPG Hotel chef team is a group of laymen with cooking skills.
It has to be said that from ancient times to the present, humans have held countless cooking competitions over thousands of years, and this is probably the weirdest one among them...
In fact, when he saw the contestants from both sides slowly walking into the venue, Huang Xiaobei, who was standing in the venue watching the excitement, couldn't help but shook his head with emotion and said, "This is really a cooking competition."
The final? Is there a cook in this Nima..."
Huang Xiaobei shook his head repeatedly and expressed that he was really curious about how the two teams without a serious cook here would compete for the championship of the cooking competition? Or what exactly were they competing against, and who was slightly better?
Looking from the eldest lady's side, Huang Xiaobei saw Miss Yiyi who was taking a selfie with Qianqian pouting. The correspondent said, "Hey, this is what our chef has made, haha, isn't it cute?"
It can also eat dead people."
Then looking at Chu Zifeng who was holding a tactical knife in front of the workbench and looking like he should keep away from strangers, Huang Xiaobei pulled Karl and laughed and said, "No, this is the assistant of our hotel. His specialty is killing and killing.
Bartending, yes, I can do everything, but I can’t cook.”
Carl had a headache and slapped away Huang Xiaobei's hand holding his arm, "Senior, stop talking, I'm speechless."
Brother Maozi was standing in front of the workbench, yawning out of boredom. Tang Seng put his hands on his back and greeted the bosses around him like a leader who were allowed to enter the game to watch.
"Hey, fat man, do you remember? You lost so hard last time that your eyes were red."
"Hey, old man, have you taken your medicine today? Don't get dizzy on the card table like last time."
"Hey, that pretty boy? I gave you three thousand yuan last time, do you remember?"
Listening to Tang Seng's unfortunate greeting, Huang Xiaobei stood behind a group of sitting big bosses and whispered to Weslin and Karl, "Hey, how do you think a guy like him is alive today?"
Yes?"
Karl and Weslin shook their heads, saying that they must have been lucky and the people they met were all good, otherwise they would have been beaten to death eight hundred years ago just because of Baldhead's stupid words.
After looking at the contestants on his side, the correspondent asked extremely curiously, "What kind of situation do you think today's game will be like?"
Lao Wei held a glass of orange juice and chewed on the pipe, "You don't have to ask, let's compare who is not that bad."
"Hurry up and get started. Commissioner I really can't wait to watch the excitement." After rubbing his hands excitedly, Huang Xiaobei suddenly turned his head and glanced at Wei Silin who was standing next to him, "By the way, Old Wei, I'm still here
I forgot to ask you, why were you replaced by the eldest lady this time?"
Lao Wei drank orange juice and shrugged his shoulders, "I can't help it, isn't this the finals? The eldest lady said that someone like me who can't even fry an egg standing in her team is simply smearing our hotel team.
Because of his image, he rushed me down directly. In fact, the eldest lady was originally planning to let Karl go."
Huang Xiaobei quickly waved his hand, "Stop making a fuss. Letting an Englishman cook the food is no better than the young lady doing it herself."
Karl, whose face was full of black lines, pushed up the frame of his newly bought sunglasses and said, "Senior, British cuisine is actually..."
Huang Xiaobei naturally ignored Karl's defensive words and said, "That's right. If you look at it this way, he looks like a scumbag. After all, his knife skills are good. He kills people so neatly and he must be very good at cutting vegetables."
That’s awesome!”
"Senior British cuisine is actually not as good as what we see on the surface..."
In Karl's frustrated eyes, the special commissioner simply ignored this guy who wanted to defend his hometown's dark cuisine, took Weslin's hand and pointed to the side of the demon party and said, "Hey, Old Wei, stop saying that!"
Hey guys, do you think there is a cook in the demon party? How come I haven’t found anyone who looks like a cook after looking for a long time?”
Weslin didn't even bother to look, he chuckled and said, "How can the Demon Party have a cook besides Lu Ziming? Just wait and see, today's competition is going to be interesting."
Lao Wei held the straw and said seriously, "If this is a killing competition, forget it, everyone is an elite. But if we put these people on the stage into a cooking competition...
..This is a bit bizarre.”
In fact, just like Weslin said, if you take a quick look at the chef's workbench at the SIPG Hotel, there really isn't anyone who looks like a cook! They are all top-notch handsome men, how can I put it... Anyway, today's scene
If the audience were all female, they would probably be full just looking at Master Luo Wen and his group.
So it's outrageous, very outrageous.
At this moment, in front of the workbench of the SIPG Hotel, Master Luo Wen, who was dressed in a decent chef's uniform, was looking at his subordinates opposite who were even more sad than him...
Andrea, a handsome man with brown hair, looked around helplessly, not knowing what to cook.
Uncle Robert was picking his hands, wondering if he could give their hotel some points by bringing a cup of coffee. Ou Ren smiled gracefully at his young master. Well, he would smile now...
.Don’t count on him when it comes to cooking.
Xiaolan looked at Qianqian who was taking pictures with the eldest lady with bright eyes, and drool left the corner of the purple-haired girl's mouth when she looked at it. She hugged her little face and said in a nympho, "Hey, Qianqian
It’s so cute, oooooh, how can it be so cute, I really want to eat it in one bite.”
Looking at his temporarily expanded team of chefs, Master Luo Wen held his head against his head and said, "The competition is about to start. Okay, let me ask first, who knows how to cook?"
The four members of the Demon Party all looked at Luo Wen, saying, "Young Master, don't you know what our virtue is?"
"I know how to eat vegetables."
"I know how to serve food."
“Can taste it.”
"I will... I will dig the dinner plate directly onto Zi Ming's head when he doesn't do well!" After saying that, the purple-haired girl laughed cutely.
Hearing this, Young Master Luo Wen clapped his head again, and said with desolate eyes, "Okay, what's next..." Young Master Luo Wen looked around, and finally waved his hands in despair, "Next.
Let’s see how this young master performs..."
"Okay Master, no problem Master."
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"Chinese culture!"
When these four characters were displayed on the LED display in the venue, the whole place fell silent.
After a while, all the bosses at the scene couldn't help but whisper, "Hey guys, this question is big enough this year, Chinese culture? Don't tell me, it's pretty easy to do."
"Is it easy to do? Why do I feel that the bigger the question, the more difficult it becomes."
"Oh, peace of mind, whoever can make it to the finals of the cooking competition is more fuel-efficient. I guess the chefs of these two teams are laughing now. After all, in Chinese culture, you only need to cook the dishes of our dynasty.
Not that tricky."
At this moment, Huang Xiaobei, who was standing behind several bosses, couldn't help but smile bitterly, "A fuel-efficient lamp... Yes, the ten people on the stage don't have a fuel-efficient lamp, because they
It’s not a lamp at all!”
After presenting the theme of the competition, President Liu, as the chief judge of this cooking competition, picked up the microphone and introduced carefully, "As all the contestants can see now, the title of this competition is Chinese Culture, and everyone is required to
Every dish must show the essence of Chinese culture.”
Dongfang Qing picked up the microphone and added, "In addition, each group in this final needs to prepare three hot dishes, one cold dish, one dessert, and one soup. The time is two and a half hours. Okay, everyone can start."
Dongfang Qing finished speaking. According to past competition experience, the contestants must have taken action. But unexpectedly, neither Tianlong nor SIPG moved. The ten handsome men and beauties on the stage were all staring at him at this moment.
His eyes stared blankly at the four characters "Chinese Culture".
Touching his chin, Tang Monk looked at Chu Zifeng and Mao Zi brothers beside him, the corner of his mouth twitched and said, "What, what, how should we do this?"
Brother Maozi scratched his head when he saw it, "Oh, Chinese culture... What is Chinese culture? The Great Wall?"
Chu Zifeng hugged his arms and murmured in a low voice, "Fried dough sticks are considered Chinese culture, right? There happen to be ready-made fried dough sticks here. If we fry them, it should be considered a hot dish, right?"
Miss Yiyi looked at Qianqian cutely, "Qianqian, how do you do Chinese culture?"
"I don't know, senior sister."
"Hey, I can't do it either."
"Pfft!" Huang Xiaobei in the audience spat out a mouthful of old blood, thinking to himself, madam, do you dare not be so straightforward? Hundreds of people are looking at you, don't show your ignorance so vividly.
Is it ok!
By the way, Chu Zifeng, you actually think about frying the fried dough sticks prepared by Donghuang Hotel and then serving them to you? Why do you bother to do that? Just serve those fried dough sticks, why bother taking off your pants and farting?
ah!
Compared to Tianlong Hotel, which is extremely unreliable, Shanghai SIPG is even worse... Because if you look closely, my dear, the team is full of crooked people, not even an Asian face can be seen.
arrive.
At this moment, Andrea looked at Uncle Robert, "Uncle, what is Chinese culture?"
Uncle Robert said calmly, "Don't worry, let me search Baidu, oh, the origin of Chinese culture and history can be traced back to five thousand years ago. This is a rich and splendid history."
......."
After listening to the voices of the two idiot teammates, the frustrated Young Master Luo Wen looked at Ou Ren, and Ou Ren also smiled at him at the right time and said, "Master, I want to help you, but I have no understanding of Chinese culture.
My understanding is limited to their makeup skills, well, I think I can add some artistic embellishments to your dishes."
"You can just tell me to cook the dishes first, there's no need to be so tactful."
Ou Ren smiled apologetically, then suddenly raised his head and said, "But Master, can we consider protesting to the competition organizing committee? After all, there is no Chinese in our team, and asking a topic like Chinese culture is obviously making things difficult for us.
I think we can appeal to the competition organizing committee.”
Young Master Luo Wen grabbed Ou Ren's shoulder and spoke earnestly and exhaustedly, saying, "Wake up, we are here to participate in China's cooking competition... China promotes China."
Should cultural competitions test something as outrageous as French cuisine?"
Zi Ming, who was resting in the intensive care unit, suddenly sneezed.