After the scores were announced, the rest of the players dispersed, leaving only the twenty finalists.

Gu Pingping sent a templated blessing from the jury: "First of all, congratulations on standing out from so many contestants and entering the finals. The rest of the session should be a little less problematic for you, and even a little interesting. ”

The players in the audience looked at each other, not quite understanding why the game was still interesting.

"Let's divide it. Gu Pingping gestured to the staff next to him.

A raffle box was quickly brought to the audience, and each contestant received a pen and a note.

"The final is very simple, now each contestant has a pen and paper in their hands, everyone writes a dish that they think can represent Huaiyang cuisine, hand the note to the staff, we will wrap it with a small ball and put it in the lottery box, and when all the contestants finish writing, everyone can draw out a dish in order to finish. ”

"By the way, each contestant can't write about what they've already cooked. ”

Gu Pingping said simply, but the players in the audience began to whisper.

"What does that mean?"

"Probably that, we each come up with a question, and whoever draws it will have to do it. ”

"Isn't that cool? I write a dish of boiling cabbage, and few people can make it!"

"Boiling water cabbage is not Huaiyang cuisine, right?"

"Didn't you just make honey pork ribs? Isn't that Cantonese food?"

"It makes sense that the dish is said to be Wuxi sauce pork ribs, and it is too blatant and provocative for you to write boiling water cabbage. ”

I remember that the dragon whisker cake is also a classic dim sum of Huaiyang cuisine, if it weren't for the white case, especially the master of the dim sum, whoever made it would die! Anyway, it's all red case chefs, as long as I can't smoke it!" The person who spoke secretly smug heard a deep and powerful voice next to (身shēn).

"Good, you can try. ”

"Try it and ......" The speaker was about to say cruel words, when he turned around and saw an iron tower-like man standing behind him, bald, full of muscles (flesh ròu), showing a mouthful of white teeth and smiling extraordinarily...... Hideous.

After the competition in recent days, a chef like Ao Zuo, who is so strong that the white case is outrageous and the red case is not weak, is the big devil in the Huaiyang cuisine industry in the eyes of many Puzhong chefs.

Even though Wu Ping, Su Zifang, and Zhang Zidan have all won the (Rirì) championship, but in their eyes, Ao Zuo is still the most terrifying one.

Now I see the Great Demon King himself answering himself.

The chef who spoke even trembled in his voice: "Hit...... Excuse me!"

"Is it difficult to make dragon whisker cakes?" Mu Fei looked at the fleeing chef with disdain: "I used to eat it when I was a child, and it was sold on the street at the door. ”

"It's hard. Su Zifang nodded and responded: "If someone really writes dragon whisker cakes, among these people present, it is estimated that only Ao Zuo can make a taste that satisfies the judges." ”

"So what if he draws it himself?" Mu Fei didn't quite understand.

"With a 5 percent probability, if you get it, it just means you're unlucky. Su Zi said.

"But what if everyone else thinks like this, what if they come up with a difficult cooking?" Mu Fei thought of an extreme result: "If everyone writes about dishes like white-robed shrimp, three (set tào) duck, and braised puffer fish, wouldn't it be completely annihilated?"

"Hmm......" Su Zifang had nothing to say.

"No, if that's the case, everyone is not a vested interest, there is no need. Zhao Xiaoman suddenly said firmly.

"Why?" Mu Fei and Su Zifang asked at the same time.

"It's good to look at this problem in terms of game theory, if everyone wants to write about difficult dishes, then most people don't get a high score in the end, which is obviously not the best outcome. However, if you don't look at everyone writing a simple dish, you will get a lot of high scores, and if someone writes a difficult dish, there will be a score difference, so you don't do it. ”

"How will that be written?" Mu Fei listened very seriously.

"It is very likely that the dishes that you have not done before and are moderately difficult are likely to focus on dishes that are more considerate of knife skills, heat, and creativity, such as dry-fried bells, chicken sauce and white fish, sake lees (meat ròu) and the like. In this way, even if you have not practiced before, with the knowledge of the chefs present, it is easy to make eighty percent of the taste, so as not to lose too many points, and at the same time, you have fewer chances to draw more difficult dishes, and the remaining two points are the key to the judges' selection. ”

"However, the level of the previous high-scoring chefs seems to be better, and it is not excluded that there will be three or four difficult dishes and simple ones, but this is probably the case. Zhao Xiaoman carefully and reasonably analyzed the possibilities.

Su Zifang and Mu Fei looked at Zhao Xiaoman with a shocked expression.

Shouldn't this kind of thing be discussed by everyone to see if it's easier to write, or if it's more difficult to write?

And it sounds more plausible than a discussion!

Su Zifang thought that he agreed with the same group of chefs yesterday to make Longjing shrimp together, but today he was released into a pigeon, and only he made Longjing shrimp like a melon.

The word is so poor that he can only express his inner consternation with "".

Zhao Xiaoman didn't know that Su Zifang had thought so much, and blinked when he heard it: "Ji (cāo)cāo), don't six." ”

"So, what kind of cuisine are you going to write?" asked Su Zifang in a low voice.

"Braised goose. Zhao Xiaoman didn't plan to hide it, and said generously.

"This is Huaiyang cuisine?" Su Zifang had never heard of this dish in his memory.

"Sort of. Zhao Xiaoman nodded, "It's a combination of braised (meat ròu) and braised goose, it's a chef in Guanglin who created his own dish, originally called Xiangwu Hongqiao Old Goose, I ate it once by chance, and I think it's very good." Neutralizing the fatty nature of the pork belly (meat ròu) and the dry firewood of the goose (meat ròu), the whole dish has both the aroma of dry stir-fry and the soft glutinous crispiness of the braised sauce, and the flavor is rich. ”

Su Zifang silently wrote down the name of this dish, planning to wait for the end of the game to check the method on the Internet, after all, he still has the possibility of drawing (sex xìng), learn a little more, no loss!

"What about you?, duck blood vermicelli soup?" Zhao Xiaoman asked.

She knew the situation of Su Zi's cooking after school, and she didn't have a long time to learn Huaiyang cuisine. The innovative cooking fire square tofu saved the scene once, counting the shrimp curd and Longjing shrimp, there is no longer Su Zifang who can still make a good Huaiyang cuisine. Unless he writes this duck blood vermicelli soup and draws it himself, it may be dangerous.

Unexpectedly, Su Zifang shook his head, and instead said another famous dish: "Anchovy shrimp." ”

"Will you do it?" Zhao Xiaoman frowned, he was in the kitchen every day without saying a word, and he didn't see Su Zifang cooking this dish, could it be that Xue Yi was temporarily making up for class?

"No, it won't. Su Zifang shook his head honestly.

"And you still write?"

"I think they might. ”

"What about you?"

"Let it be...... Anyway, I just want to be the second place!" Su Zifang nodded seriously: "Then I just need to maintain a normal level, right?"

Zhao Xiaoman: Hehe, what about the face?