Seeing that he was about to take the title of the first person in Chinese food in his hands, Zheng Guangyao was naturally unwilling.

He felt that since Xu Zhuo fried the cold skin so well, the level of cooking other dishes was definitely not high.

So, try it again.

As long as his apprentices can stabilize him.

Then things can go ahead as planned.

When the time comes, everyone will blow each other in business, and the title of the first person in Chinese food will be at your fingertips.

As long as this matter is publicized through the media, and the weight of these chefs present, even if someone raises doubts, it will not affect the overall situation.

That's how fame comes from.

This is also the reason why Cheng Kuan Yew invited so many people to witness his golden washing of his hands.

As long as the celebrity chefs here participated in this golden basin handwashing ceremony, they were automatically tied to their chariots by Zheng Guangyao.

Now it doesn't matter whether they recognize the title of the first person in Chinese food or not.

The important thing is that after this news spreads, everyone present will be tacitly supported by themselves.

Chinese people pay attention to human feelings, as long as they are not enemies of life and death, no one will tear their faces with Zheng Guangyao to demonstrate the gold content of this title.

Everyone carries the sedan chair.

As long as it is sent out through the media, this title will not be changed.

It's a pity that he shouldn't have slapped King Xu in the face.

In other words, he shouldn't have started from Xu Zhuo's side and slapped King Xu in the face.

Is the combination of forcing the king and hanging so easy to break?

Xu Zhuo stayed on the stage, but he couldn't cook at this time.

Because a group of old men came up to taste the dry fried beef river made on the table, but their eyes kept looking at the fried cold skin that Zheng Guangyao was willing to lose.

Eating fried cold skin directly Zheng Guangyao's face will not be able to pass.

So you have to try the dry fried beef river first, and then eat the fried cold skin.

As a sign of respect.

The dry-fried beef hip maco is so-so, and the taste is good.

After tasting it, they would praise a few words of encouragement to Zheng Guangyao's disciples.

Then he took the chopsticks, and then came to the fried cold skin made by Xu Zhuo, first glanced at Xu Zhuo with a scrutinizing eye, and then observed the fried cold skin on the plate.

Well, the presentation is really good, but is it really as delicious as Zheng Guangyao said?

They were suspicious and wanted to ask Cheng what he meant.

Didn't you say it well last night, why did all the processes change?

I knew that I couldn't compare to this kid, so why did I let him come up?

There are more twists and turns for no reason, do you want to kill?

But these people just think about it in their hearts, but they don't dare to show it.

Although they didn't know Xu Zhuo, they had heard of Xu Jimin's name.

It is said that in the kitchen at the state banquet that year, he beat Lao Dai on the first day of work.

And over the years, he has scolded quite a few chefs.

Now that he dares to reveal his intention to despise his grandson, he may not be able to scold himself.

In front of so many people, don't feel uncomfortable with yourself.

After thinking about it, I stretched out my chopsticks and took a bite of fried cold skin, and put the garlic in my mouth to taste the taste.

After tasting it, these old men's eyes lit up, and then they looked at Xu Zhuo again with surprised eyes, and then walked off the stage with a satisfied smile.

It was a bit unreasonable to praise Xu Zhuo in front of Zheng Guangyao, so everyone didn't talk much.

However, it is clear to everyone that this is a landslide victory for Xu Zhuo.

Several of Zheng Guangyao's apprentices are not bad, but Xu Zhuo's skills are even better.

This kid is young, and the fried cold skin is too authentic.

Xu Jimin really taught a good grandson.

Thinking of this, I looked up at Xu Jimin sitting in the back row.

No wonder people can pretend to be forced.

Look at other people's grandchildren, and think about their own stuff that doesn't make a difference.

Alas!

"Eh, that kid's fried cold skin tastes really good, and it hasn't been robbed yet, how many of you won't try it?"

An old man who was very close to the old man walked back and was a little curious when he saw that several people were indifferent.

Feng Weiguo took a sip of the teacup like an old man: "We won't go, we're tired of eating the dishes made by this kid every day." ”

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Seeing the surprised eyes of several people, Feng Weiguo's heart was relieved.

The feeling of pretending to be forced is cool!

The old man smiled and said to Zhao Jinma and Yu Peiyong who were sitting next to him: "It seems that Lao Zheng is still a little unwilling, and he still wants to compete, if Xiao Xiao doesn't do well later, if he says something excessive, don't pull me." ”

Don't look at the old man laughing, but I'm already a little angry at this moment.

You can get whatever title you want, what does it mean to pull my grandson?

Do you have to step on my feet to feel comfortable?

Yu Peiyong was also a little unhappy in his heart.

He knew what Zheng Kuan Yew wanted to do, and he had no objection to putting the title of the first person in Chinese food on Cheng Kuan Yew's head.

But to be so aggressive is a bit excessive.

Obviously, Xu Zhuo's fried cold skin is very good, at this time, just say a few soft words and let him come down, but the best thing in Cantonese cuisine is stir-fry.

I want to continue to compete.

It seems that if you don't trample Xu Zhuo under your feet, you don't plan to stop.

"Xiao Xiao did it very smoothly, there are no major flaws, he shouldn't lose, and everyone present is not a layman, they all know how difficult it is to fry the double crispy dish. ”

Yu Peiyong let the old man relax.

Don't Xu Zhuo's dishes are not ready yet, I can't suppress the fire and scold here.

Although Zheng Guangyao is a little excessive, after all, he is washing his hands in a golden basin, and he can't be as knowledgeable as him.

In addition, Xu Zhuo does not necessarily lose.

Wait a minute.

In case Xu Zhuo wins, can't he pretend to be a wave?

He comforted the old man a few words, watched the people on the stage walk down, and then sat upright and watched Xu Zhuo make fried double crispy.

It is very difficult to stir-fry this dish.

So when Xu Zhuo took the pork belly and chicken gizzard and was about to use the knife, the old men in the front rows were surprised.

Dai Zhenting, who was sitting in the first row, looked at Xu Zhuo in surprise: "Kid, are you going to make fried double crispy? This is not a good idea." ”

Well, from the perspective of a bystander, Xu Zhuo can make a relatively simple stir-fry at this time, and he can win the first place steadily.

However, Xu Zhuo's choice of oil explosion double crispy is a bit reckless.

Because once the dish is missed, there is no room for remedy.

So if you can choose this dish, don't choose.

Although Dai Zhenting hopes that Zheng Guangyao will win the title of the first person in Chinese food, he also doesn't want to see Xu Zhuo make a fool of himself, because this child can inherit the cooking skills of the older generation, which alone makes people like it.

"Eh, old Dai, what's wrong with you?"

An old man next to Dai Zhenting touched him with his elbow, a little puzzled what Dai Zhenting meant.

Wasn't he beaten by Xu Jimin? Why did he still remind his grandson like this?

Dai Zhenting pointed to the little girl who had been filming Xu Zhuo cooking beside him, and said to the people around him: "She is Yu Peiyong's granddaughter, and the two are now in the same place. ”