Andrea and Uncle Robert were indeed the ones who had helped Zi Ming, and in a short time they had prepared the ingredients that Master Rowan needed.
Although Andrea's chicken was cut into large and small pieces, the broccoli was as whole as if it had been eaten by a cat or a dog, and Uncle Robert didn't even know how to clean the carp's internal organs or even remove its scales, they were still very happy.
Successfully prepared the dishes for Master Luo Wen.
"Master, we've done it, come on." Andrea and Uncle Robert wiped the sweat from their foreheads and said with a hard smile.
After hearing this, Young Master Luo Wen opened his eyes with his eyes closed. He picked up the frying spoon in his right hand and walked to the workbench. After adjusting his chef's hat a little, Young Master Luo Wen waved his left hand and spoke domineeringly, "Ou
Ren, read the steps!”
"I understand, Master." Ou Ren held his mobile phone, stood behind his own master, and said slowly, "The method of stir-frying shrimp balls with broccoli is to first heat the oil in the pan, add the broccoli to the pan and stir-fry for one minute, then serve.
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"Easy!" With that said, Master Luo Wen took the plate with broccoli, poured it directly into the pot, then turned on the fire and stir-fried vigorously!
"Whoa, whoa, whoosh!" Andrea and the others watched as their young master swung the frying spoon and weighed the pot enthusiastically, and then watched helplessly as half of the broccoli in the pot flew out...
Seeing this, Master Luo Wen scratched his head, then waved his hand, "Don't panic, cut another plate!"
"Whoosh!" This time, most of the pot of broccoli was thrown directly into Ou Ren's face behind him.
After wiping the broccoli all over his face, Ou Ren smiled and said, "Master, it will get better."
The bosses in the audience looked at Master Luo Wen's extremely poor basic cooking skills with mystery.
"He can't cook, right? He can't cook at all, right?"
"Yes, this handsome foreign guy probably really doesn't know how to cook. Who's cook would weigh half of the pot out for him..."
After watching Master Luo Wen's basic skills, the boss and the judges turned their attention to the Tianlong Hotel.
"Why on earth did I even come out with green onions and salted duck eggs? What the hell were those two beautiful girls doing!"
Hearing the exclamations coming from the depths of his soul from the bosses around him, Huang Xiaobei said with disdain, "A bunch of country bumpkins, our eldest lady is very particular about cooking without following common sense. Remember
In a word, if you can't eat it to death, you will have to eat it!"
Tang Monk quickly patted the cucumbers in the basin with his big hands. When he was done, he walked over to Brother Maozi who was grilling meat and said, "Hey, old Maozi, how about you try my cucumbers?"
Brother Maozi was so choked by the smoke from the oven that he could hardly open his eyes. He pushed aside the cucumber handed over by Tang Monk and said, "Give Zifeng a try." But Brother Maozi's push didn't matter.
I accidentally knocked over the oven support, and "bang." The medium-cooked beef on the stove fell directly into Tang Monk's cucumber.
Brother Maozi turned his head in embarrassment, "Ah this..."
Lowering his head slightly and looking at the cucumbers filled with black and gray beef in his basin, Elder Tang became angry at that moment. He grabbed Brother Maozi's collar, pushed him back hard and said, "You are so blind."
!”
"Bang!" Brother Mao Zi, who was pushed by Tang Seng, staggered and accidentally bumped into Chu Zifeng who was spreading green onion on the fried dough sticks behind him.
Seeing that the fried dough sticks he had finally fried for the second time were knocked to the ground, Chu Zifeng slowly raised his eyes, then suddenly turned around and pressed Tang Seng's bald head on the workbench, and the kitchen knife in his hand was even more ruthless.
He thrust it hard on the chopping board in front of Tang Seng, "Do you want to die?"
"Damn it, are you still reasonable? I'm going to fight with you!" Tang Seng pushed Chu Zifeng away, who was pressing his head. He raised his hand and put the cucumber in his hand on Chu Zifeng's head.
superior.
At this moment, Chu Zifeng, whose head was full of black ash and cucumbers, looked at Tang Seng silently with a look that looked at death, then rolled up his sleeves and whispered to himself, "Even if God comes now, he will save me."
I can’t help you anymore.”
"Damn I'm afraid of you!"
"You deserve to die!"
Seeing that Tang Seng and Chu Zifeng were already fighting in front of the workbench, Huang Xiaobei couldn't stand it any longer. He covered his eyes with his hands and said, "Damn it, this is a hotel like this. What the hell?"
Talented, he can make a difference in cooking!"
Weslin was amused, holding a straw in his mouth and laughing so happily, while Karl lowered his head in shame and went to find the security guard in the venue to maintain order.
As for the judges and the bosses present... I should say, everyone's eyes widened. It's not that they are ignorant, it's just that this scene is so bizarre! It's not like it has happened in the past.
There have been cases of disputes during competitions, but nothing like today. Good guy, the fight was so bloody that one of them used a rolling pin and the other used a kitchen knife to chop each other.
"Let go of me, I have to teach this scumbag a lesson today!" Tang Seng, who was pulled away by the two security guards, was still throwing the rolling pin away.
Chu Zifeng, who was tightly held by the three security guards and Brother Mao Zi, could not move. He looked at Tang Seng coldly and said, "Rejoice, if it had been my own knife just now, you would have been dead!"
"Damn it, grandpa must torture you to death today!"
Seeing that Chu Zifeng and Tang Seng, who were being held back by four or five security guards, rushed together and started fighting again, the chief judge, President Liu, had to take the microphone and shout, "Two contestants, two contestants, please pay attention to the arena."
Order, if you continue to fight like this, the competition organizing committee can consider disqualifying you from the competition."
Upon hearing this and the fact that Karl rushed forward to start a fight without caring about his face, Chu Zifeng and Tang Seng let go of their hands, and then the two people, whose collars were pulled away, stared at each other with frowning eyes.
As soon as the other party saw each other, they went back to preparing their own dishes.
This side of the demon party.
Master Luo Wen, who was holding the frying spoon and staring at the broccoli that had turned black in the pot, was currently in front of a pile of bottles and cans, muttering in distress, "Salt, which one is the salt?"
"Keep fighting, keep fighting, I haven't seen enough." Andrea was watching the excitement and shouted without fear of trouble, but was immediately scolded by Master Luo Wen, "Get back!"
Andrea trembled all over, ran back to her young master, and said with a smile, "Master, are you fried again? It's okay, I will cut it for you."
Young Master Rowan grabbed him and put a small spoonful of sugar in front of Andrea with a dark face, "Here, try what this is."
Andrea's eyes widened immediately, "Master, what are you doing? Are you planning to let me try them for you because you can't find a certain ingredient?"
"Stop farting and hurry up!" Master Rowan put the contents of the spoon directly into Andrea's mouth and asked curiously, "How is it? What does it taste like?"
Andrea licked her lips and said, "Master, it looks like candy, quite sweet."
Master Luo Wen scratched his head in distress, "Tang, it's okay, come and try this again."
Seeing Master Luo Wen put spoonfuls of things that looked like salt into Andrea's mouth, Commissioner Huang broke down and shouted, "Where are you Shen Nong trying the herbs here? Good guys, let's fight over there."
Come on, you don’t even know the ingredients here, and you have to try them one by one? You guys can be included in the history of the cooking competition!"
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Two and a half hours later, Chairman Liu picked up the microphone and announced that the competition time was up, officially ending this extremely worrying group finals of the cooking competition.
Looking at the ten contestants standing in front of their respective workstations, the five judges on the scene had unusually complicated eyes.
Tang Monk's face was bruised and swollen, and the collar of his chef's uniform was torn with a big hole. Chu Zifeng's hair can still be seen with a few scattered crushed cucumbers. Brother Mao Zi's face was black and gray.
It was as if he had come down from the battlefield. Andrea's face turned pale and he sat on the ground with his back against the workbench, with a look on his face that said, "I am only one step away from hell."
Uncle Robert stared at his ten index fingers covered with band-aids and sighed.
Master Luo Wen was covered in oil stains, and there were a few fish scales hanging on his smooth green hair...
"Come on, come on, I've finally finished the rest. Come on, let's put the fish in the pot... Why the hell is this fish still alive? It's crazy!"
Recalling the scene when Master Luo Wen was making the last dish of braised carp, the unkilled fish jumped out of the pot and jumped on his head, the judges couldn't help but sigh again and again...
Is this really the finals of the cooking competition? Are these people really the elite of the cooking competition who defeated a number of established teams and reached the final?
The judges looked up to the sky and sighed, their eyes filled with complexity, haha.
In fact, at this point, everyone can see that every one of the ten guys in front of you can cook! If nothing else, just take a look at the food they put on the dining car.
Are those blackened things meant for human consumption?
Seeing that President Liu and the others seemed to have lost interest in talking, Dongfang Qing sighed and had no choice but to preside over it, "Okay, now that the food preparation process is over, let's start serving the food from the Shanghai Port Hotel.
The competition still adopts a scoring mechanism, each dish is worth ten points, and whoever has the highest total score in the end will be the overall champion of this cooking competition."
Young Master Luo Wen looked around and stretched out his hand, "Chairman Dongfang, can I serve the food last?"
Dongfang Qing looked at him strangely, "Why?"
Master Luo Wen said in a serious tone, "Because I feel that if I enter first, I will lose easily, so I applied to come last."
Dongfang Qing's face turned cold, "Okay, the dishes are ready to be served at the SIPG Hotel. Failure to serve the dishes within one minute will be deemed as an automatic forfeit."
"Hey, don't, don't, don't, come on, come on, come on."
Seeing Master Luo Wen and Ou Ren pushing their dining cart up, Huang Xiaobei in the audience crossed his arms and pushed Karl next to him and said, "Hey, who do you think can win?"
After Karl calculated it with his magic eyes, he laughed directly, but it was just a forced smile.
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"Senior, can you believe it? The outcome between us and the demonic party is actually 50% to 50%, not even a decimal point..."
The special correspondent was dumbfounded when he heard this, "This is such a close match. They are evenly matched."