Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 189 Weird Rules

Meng Yun's face immediately changed into a smile, he got up and cupped his hands, and greeted the visitor with a smile.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Teacher Liu. I mentioned you just now, but you arrived unexpectedly! Let's sit together?"

The person who came was Liu Yifan, a top international chef in a blue suit!
He glanced at Bai Feng and the others without nodding or smiling. He was still arrogant and conceited. He just shook his head lightly, expressing that it was inconvenient for him, and politely said a few polite words to Meng Yun. , and left with a group of people.

Meng Yun sighed after sitting down, shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, it's a pity, if he can represent our country in the competition, plus me, we have a combination of Chinese and Western, and we will definitely win the top three!"

Next, Meng Yun introduced to Bai Feng and others the representative teams sent by some other countries. About [-] or [-] countries participated in the competition, all of whom were leaders in the catering industry, and almost every team had special skills , the strength should not be underestimated.

After listening to Meng Yun's introduction, Mo Bei took a deep breath. Only then did he realize how helpless he was before, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, so he asked Meng Yun again.

"Mr. Meng, how are the strengths of these teams? How were the results of previous competitions?"

After hearing this, Meng Yun sighed again, shook his head and spoke.

"Well, among these countries, apart from [-] or [-] small countries with little cultural background, the rest are very strong. Among these teams, there are French-style western food from Fara, Japanese food from Japan, and Indian food from India. The curry series, Laotan Sauerkraut of Bangchui, etc. are the most outstanding, and in previous competitions, the top three were almost all divided up by several of their countries."

Mo Bei opened his mouth wide in surprise, and asked again in disbelief.

"Impossible! What about our Chinese food? It can't be that we haven't even entered the top three for so many years?"

Meng Yun smiled wryly and nodded.

"Hehe, not only have I not been in the top three, I have not even been in the top ten! Although our Chinese food is all-encompassing and the dishes are delicious, the dishes are dishes and have nothing to do with cooking skills! Over the years, our country has indeed produced many very Talented chefs, but... But these people are often dragged down by fame and wealth after becoming famous, and they don't think about making progress, and just concentrate on enjoying themselves. There are also some hardworking, like Liu Yifan, who went abroad for further study, and then never returned... ..."

Bai Feng nodded with deep emotion, and also sighed.

"What Mr. Meng said is right. Take the people who open restaurants in the commercial street as an example. Most of them do it to make money. Who cares about improving cooking skills and innovation? Mo Bei, this is the devotion and concentration I told you. Take Uncle Pan’s BBQ as an example. You see, there are so many dishes in the world. Why does he have to only cook barbecue? That’s because he loves this. Whether he makes money or not is another matter. What he thinks about every day is how to improve barbecue again! It’s a pity Now restaurant owners don't think about these things, they often only think about how to promote, how to offer discounts, how to attract more customers, how to make more money..."

Mo Bei nodded solemnly, and wanted to say something, but Meng Yun interrupted everyone's conversation.

"Okay, let's talk slowly when we get back. Let's go and see the competition process and rules first. I believe you will be very interested."

Bai Feng nodded. Indeed, she was very interested in this kind of competition. She was always a little puzzled on the way here. There are so many contestants from different countries, and each country has different cultural backgrounds, dishes, tastes, and habits. Then what will determine the outcome?

Without judges, who will judge whose cooking skills are high or low?

The group of people got up and did not go upstairs. They were led by Meng Yun, but walked towards the backyard instead.

After they left, at Liu Yifan's table, several burly and obese men frowned and smiled.

"Mir. Liu, it seems that Chinese food is going to be eliminated this year. I heard that Mr. Meng's sense of smell seems to be a problem. I guess it won't last long, haha..."

Another blond fat man nodded.

"He brought a bunch of little guys this year. It seems that the rumors are true. I don't think he will end up in person this year. Chinese food seems to have really declined..."

Liu Yifan looked at the back of Meng Yun and others leaving, but his eyes fell on Bai Feng, then slowly shook his head and said quietly.

"Maybe not necessarily, this year she came..."

"she?"

"Yes, Baifeng!"

A fat blond man hesitated for a moment and laughed.

"Mir. Liu, you are not talking about the number one building in the world that is boasted to go to heaven, are you? Haha, I checked the information, she is just a celebrity chef, a businessman who attracts customers to eat by singing!"

Liu Yifan sighed, knowing that no one could convince anyone, he shook his head and stopped talking.

At this moment, Meng Yun brought a group of people to a lounge at the back of the hotel, filled out the personal information registration form for the competition, and then received the process and rules of the competition. After arriving at the apartment where Meng Yun stayed, everyone started Each read up.

Just a cursory glance, everyone was completely dumbfounded...

Mo Bei asked in a nasty voice at this moment.

"Mr. Meng, isn't this true? Are these rules correct?"

"Hehe, that's right, the rules are revised almost every year, and this year's is already easy!"

Holding a cup of tea, Bai Feng whispered the rules leisurely.

"This competition adopts...a scoring system, with the team as the representative to participate in the competition...mainly testing knife skills, creativity, eyesight, speed, etc.! This competition adopts a round system, with group confrontation, group confrontation, single-person confrontation, etc. ..."

Meng Yun smiled and continued to explain the specific rules of the game to everyone.

"There are no judges in this competition. To win, you need to be recognized by all the contestants. In other words, every team in the competition has a vote in their hands! Everyone is convinced, probably...that's it..."

Bai Feng frowned, nodded in approval.

"Well, only experts can judge the doorway, and the same is true for cooking skills. Only experts are qualified to evaluate other people's cooking skills. This is much fairer than having judges, audience votes, or online voting..."

Mo Bei snorted and curled his lips to refute.

"I think this is rather unfair. If someone spends money to buy off most of the other competitions, wouldn't he become the champion directly..."

Meng Yun's face was serious!

"No, it's absolutely impossible. If you buy one or two, I believe it, but it is almost impossible for those who can participate in this kind of competition to do such a thing. They all represent various countries and are industry leaders. No one will If you do such a thing easily, even if you do, it will be exposed by other contestants, and you will be permanently banned instead!"

Bai Feng agrees with this sentence very much, just like she participated in the singing competition. In normal competitions, I have never seen any celebrity dare to fake singing. On the contrary, in some concerts, there are more fake singing.

The reason is nothing more than mutual respect. In competitions between peers, if you lip-sync, you will lose before the competition, and you will be reduced to a laughing stock.

Only the peers can tell who sings well and who sings badly. If the audience listens to it, they will only listen to whether the song suits their taste, or whether the singer likes it or not.

(End of this chapter)