Dishes that don’t shine are not good dishes

Opening of the Contest (Part 2)

“Bet…betting?” Feifei was taken aback.

Xiaoyun squeezed her fist, “What bet?”

The photographer brother smiled slightly, “It’s very simple, if Master Xie successfully passed the preliminaries, then our TV station will make a record of the whole process for him, and it will be broadcast on TV the next day, and if he fails, today’s competition is over Finally, please accept our exclusive interview.”

This is a seemingly unfair gamble. If Xie Yunfei succeeds in qualifying from the death group, in line with the name of the death group and Xie Yunfei’s identity as a dark horse, a group of reporters will also report the competition he participated in. On the contrary, if he does not pass, including Wu Shishi and Yunlong, several people will be interviewed by Dongfang You [beep ~] TV station.

It can be said that no matter what the result is, Lin Mumu and the photographer brother will not suffer.

On the other side, Xiaoyun and Feifei…

“Okay, I agree!” Perhaps out of anger, Xiaoyun didn’t ask Xie Yunfei for his opinion at all, and made a decision on her own.

Although Feifei didn’t speak, she showed the same determined expression.

From the beginning when the photographer brother intervened in the interview, Xie Yunfei, who was the party involved, and Lin Mumu, who was the trigger of the incident, lost the right to express their opinions. But Xie Yunfei, who was standing on the left and right sides of Feifei and Xiaoyun, could only say sorry in his heart, and he just wanted to stop this farce, but the next second, the two directly stared at him. stop.

The arguing of several people naturally attracted the attention of many people in the venue, not to mention the other contestants who just glanced at the situation here, several colleagues of Lin Mumu who happened to be nearby heard the bet between the two sides At the end, his eyes lit up, and he trotted to the front, and one by one, he recommended himself to be a notary.

The arrival of these people attracted the attention of more people in the venue. As more and more journalists joined the ranks of notaries, almost everyone, including reporters from various TV stations, including chefs who came to participate in the competition, including venuesThe audience in the auditorium, including the organizer of the competition, knew about this bet related to the right to qualify for the death group.

“Hmph!” In the other corner of the venue, the blond man wearing a chef’s uniform and leaning against the wall with his arms folded snorted softly, with a dissatisfied expression on his face. He was one of the four special chefs who were in the death group with Xie Yunfei. He was from Italy and was a two-star special chef who was good at hometown desserts. His name was Jonathan.

“What a cute little guy.” In the center of the venue, a long-haired woman in a Japanese-style kimono smiled charmingly. She is a one-star chef born in Hyogo Prefecture. She is good at making various wagashi. Snow in the distant mountains of ‘Wagashi Miko’.

“Indeed, she seems to be very qualified in that respect.” The person who spoke was another ‘woman’ in kimono, ‘she’ was standing beside Toyama Shirayuki at this time, her name was Toyama Kana, although she was equally good at ‘wagashi’ ”s two-star special chef, but has a weird hobby that many people criticize. It’s a bit of a coincidence that these two female special chefs who may be relatives met directly in the preliminaries when they were divided into groups, and they still have the largest number of special chefs group of death.

The last special chef in the death group, and the special chef who apparently has the highest star rating in the death group, is lying on a chair in the auditorium with a book covering his face. Waking up or dozing off, he didn’t seem to care about the noise in the unexpected world.

The performances of the four special chefs were different, and the other contestants who were also in the death group did not seem to intend to give up. They sat quietly and meditated, or counted the kitchen utensils, or prayed softly, or looked around. In fact, not only the contestants in the death group, but also the other three small print contestants, most of them or their situations are similar.

Because of their culinary skills, most of the special chefs have spare time to observe their surroundings, while ordinary first-class chefs can only take advantage of the last spare time before the competition to constantly adjust their state, hoping to be able to compete in the next preliminaries. Super level performance.

Time passed slowly…

About half an hour later, accompanied by a crisp bell, the preliminaries began!

“Please come here for the contestants assigned to group No. 3. Repeat, please…”

The shouts of the competition staff rang in my ears. Xie Yunfei stood up from his seat.

“Brother, come on.” Xiaoyun made a ‘fight’ gesture, as if she had forgotten the previous bet.

“Don’t have any psychological pressure.” Feifei seemed to want to give Xie Yunfei some counseling, but compared to Xie Yunfei, she seemed more nervous.

“Stop talking about the unnecessary things, and take back the right to qualify!” Wu Shishi’s words were very domineering. Just like Feifei and Xiaoyun, she also had some dislike for those so-called reporters.

Yunlong’s expression was the calmest. He didn’t speak, but exchanged fists with Yunfei.

“Then, I’m going.” Xie Yunfei smiled lightly, carrying the kitchen kit, crossed the crowd, and arrived at the assembly point.

He is not the first person to arrive here, nor will he be the last.

However, the situation is slightly different from other contestants. The appearance of Xie Yunfei has attracted the attention of many people. They cast envious, jealous, indifferent, or contemptuous glances at him one after another, and in the press box not far away, there are several cameras recording everything about him.

Xie Yunfei didn’t care about this situation. After nodding with a smile and others in the same group, he came to the staff.

After checking his personal information, he, like everyone else, was brought to the kitchen table corresponding to his respective contestant number.

Almost five minutes later, the last contestant from group No. 3 arrived late.

Different from the other contestants, this contestant is slovenly at best, and sloppy at worst. His hair, which is longer than many girls, is restrained by a rubber rope, and his face is full of thick beard. People subconsciously thought that the other party was from the Middle East, and the buttons of the chef’s uniform on his body were not closed, but were barely draped over his shoulders.

The number of this contestant happened to be one lower than Xie Yunfei’s number, so he was led to the next door to the kitchen table where Xie Yunfei was.

Facing the staff’s question about why he was late, the contestant’s answer was like this—”Ah, I’m sorry, I accidentally fell asleep in the auditorium just now.”

“A disgrace among super chefs!” From the right back of Xie Yunfei, Japanese with a strong European accent sounded.