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Chapter 152 Competition ([-])

The host took the microphone from President Hou and waited for him to sit down before starting to say: "Thank you, President Hou, for your speech. I believe everyone is looking forward to it.

In order to make the competition fair and impartial, we require all chefs to wear masks in this competition, and the judges will score based on the number tags worn by the chefs.

In the third round of the finals, the five remaining chefs can take off their masks. I believe everyone will see their more exciting showdown.

Now please let our chef contestants bring their number tags. In the first round of competition, there will be 10 chefs in each game, and chefs numbered 1-10 will be invited to come on stage. "

Chu Yunfeng and Hu Yue brought their own number plates. The number drawn by Chu Yunfeng was No. 18 and Hu Yue's was No. 25. They were ranked in the second and third rounds respectively.

There are a total of 12 stoves placed on site. The extra two should be reserved for spare use. The remaining 10 stoves are already filled with a lot of ingredients.

After the 10 chefs came on stage, everyone burst into warm applause.

After the host started, the making of omurice officially started! ! !
"It's finally started. I don't know what their numbers are?" Mu Qing looked around on both sides of the rostrum, trying to see where the two of them were.

But everyone was wearing the same mask, wearing the same clothes, and they were still sitting, so it was impossible to tell them apart.

"It's really hard to see. Who cares, as long as you can see the lunatic in the third round." Guo Kui has full confidence in Chu Yunfeng, and there will definitely be no problem in the first two rounds.

"You have so much confidence in him?" Mu Qing was not as optimistic as Guo Kui, because she knew very well that some of the chefs who came to the competition today were already super chefs.

Whether in terms of experience or cooking skills, they are absolutely crushing. As long as two of them can enter the second round, it will be great. If there are more, there is no idea at all.

"It's necessary. Madman said he will win the championship, so I believe him. If you don't believe it, just watch it when you take off the mask in the third round. There will definitely be one person inside who will be him."

Guo Kui said this categorically and without any ambiguity. He had absolute trust in Chu Yunfeng. As for whether other chefs were good or not, Guo Kui didn't care at all.

Anyway, as long as he is Chu Yunfeng's opponent, he will definitely die ugly.

Mu Qing moved her mouth, wanting to say something but not saying anything. At this time, the 10 chefs who came on stage had already started.

Guo Kui set up his camera at the beginning, had already started recording, and started the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

Seeing that Mu Qing didn't speak anymore, Guo Kui started chatting in the live broadcast room: "Ladies, the competition has begun. Our protagonist is among the 50 chefs. We will only see him in the third round. true colors.

Can anyone guess what his number will be? "

Today is the weekend, and there are many more people in the live broadcast room than usual, and Guo Kui informed everyone in advance that there will be an exciting game today, so everyone's response was very enthusiastic.

"No. 1, I've seen Master Chu's video. He must be No. 1 if he's so good."

"Come on, Master Chu. If I win the championship, I'll start racing sports cars immediately."

"I heard that there are many strong men coming today. Master Chu, please work hard!"

As the game started, the number of people in the live broadcast room slowly increased...

The game has started, and the host came to the scene and began to explain.

"Look at our No. 1 chef, his hand speed, his hand speed, look at his hand speed. Is he cutting meat? It feels like he's cutting meat as fast as he cuts it.

ah! ! !How come it’s so fast? Chef No. 1 has finished processing the chicken and is now starting to process the vegetables. Let’s look at the other chefs. They are still cutting the meat.

It’s too fast, it’s too fast, can you see clearly?This is our chef No. 1. His hands are like ghosts, coming and going without a trace.

Let's take a look at the ingredients he handles again. My God, each chicken diced is the same size, and it's just incredible that they are neatly placed here. "

The display on the first electronic screen followed the host's line of sight. As the camera zoomed in, the audience began to exclaim, wondering where the chef came from.

"It must be our chef from Chengdu. I think the way of cutting the chicken is unique to us."

"Since when have you become so awesome? You look like shit when you cut vegetables, but you can still recognize other people's cutting methods?"

A pair of people who looked like lovers were discussing.

"I saw there were chefs from Japan on the poster. It couldn't be them. That would be too shameful."

"That's right, we are playing at home, it would be a bit embarrassing if we lose."

"I have inside information. I heard that this competition was initiated by people from Japan. They said it was a friendly exchange, but it was actually just for fun."

"Ah, really? Are there any good chefs here?"

"That must be the case. I heard that three old hotels have sent their most powerful chefs. I guess No. 1 is the one."

"That's good, then hurry up and cheer for No. 1!"

Chef No. 1’s extraordinary performance stood out among the 10 chefs, causing everyone to discuss it heatedly.

On the judging stage, the judges sat firmly on the mountain, watching the competition attentively, and discussing in twos and threes.

There was only one person who didn't speak, and that was Saburo Fujiwara.

After seeing No. 1's performance, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

"Lao Hou, who do you think this chef No. 1 will be?" President Xiong picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip and asked President Hou next to him.

"I don't know. You also know that these guys usually like to hide their skills. Some of their unique skills are not easily revealed. Without important competitions, no one knows who has practiced what skills."

President Hou also took a sip of tea slowly and said.

"That makes sense, but No. 1's hand speed is really fast. It's rare to see such a fast hand speed."

President Xiong put down the teacup, nodded and said.

"Well, I'm quite curious too. It would be great if there was a list, then I would know who he is." President Hou said with a grin.

"List? What a great idea you have! Except for the announced Fujiwara Sukeka and Koyamauchi Jiro, only the hotel itself knows the rest. It is against the rules to know the names of participating chefs."

Chairman Xiong was a little outraged when he talked about this matter. In order to keep it secret, he didn't even provide the list of chefs, as if they would target them.

"My mother's birthday is next month, right? Have you made a reservation at the hotel? I'm waiting to try the Wensi tofu again."

President Hou asked, nudging President Xiong with his elbow.

"Don't worry, Manager Tianma called me to confirm this matter. I told him that the time has not changed. The two elderly people in my family are also looking forward to it. They have been full of praises since they came back last time."

"Okay, I'll wait for your notification then! Oh, look, the fried rice has already started on the 1st...!"

(End of this chapter)