The list in the assistant's hand was drawn up by Boss Xie himself.

Except for Qin Feihong, a fledgling spiritual guy, the other five are all well-known figures in the food industry.

And the food they participated in the competition has been listed above: Wang Meng makes Western-style steak. Huyanle innovates to make pastries with broth. The other two chefs, one with Beijing-style dishes and the other with traditional innovative xiao long bao and its soup.

Chef Hu, on the other hand, plans to make four dishes in the Manchu and Han banquets.

All of them are kung fu masters in the chef world.

And Qin Feihong has not yet figured out what he is going to do.

Last night, he watched all kinds of Chinese recipes that Boss Xie gave him to sharpen his gun, and he had a splitting headache.

At this moment, all kinds of food products shook in front of his eyes like an illusion, and for a moment he didn't know how to choose.

When Boss Xie's assistant asked him what he wanted to do, he blurted out "egg fried rice and pumpkin soup." ”

With such a high-ranking CapitaLand, today's audience is all heavyweights or masters, and the dishes served by the contestants are all high-end and delicious.

This spiritual guy Qin Feihong actually wants to make the most ordinary home-cooked of these two home-cooked dishes......

"You...... Are you sure?" Boss Xie's assistant glasses almost fell to the ground.

After all, this is Qin Feihong's best home-cooked food, and he has been praised by his mother, so he nodded.

"Well, there's one more chance to change before half an hour before the game. After this list is handed in, it cannot be changed. ”

"No need. So let's decide. ”

Qin Feihong walked away with the strength of the wine, and the rest of the group stared at his back blankly.

I didn't expect this liquor to be drunk in vain. Such a state of mind gave him the courage to feel his feet floating.

He hadn't eaten any of the high-end stuff either. It's better to make your own specialty dishes, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

……

Qin Feihong's eyes were so tired that he slept for half an hour.

When I came to my senses again, I realized that I was no longer on the sofa where I was slumped just now, but in the hall where I was competing.

The cooking students next to him were all laughing at him in whispers.

And Mr. Lin appeared on time. And the two familiar bodyguards. They must have brought themselves here.

"Are you stupid? Mr. Lin looked like a Jackie Chan again.

"If there is a delay today, Boss Xie will be angry...... Hey, forget it, I've got it for today. He added.

Qin Feihong originally guessed that Mr. Lin would ask him how much he had memorized last night's recipe, but he didn't expect Mr. Lin to turn around and leave.

When I saw Mr. Lin again, Mr. Lin had already appeared on the podium.

He didn't know what to say to the host, and the game officially began.

Everyone is gearing up for a try, and each chef's counter is filled with a variety of kitchenware and ingredients. Everything but the kitchen sink.

Qin Feihong was put on a white chef's suit, which was the first time he wore such a high-end restaurant clothes. I don't feel comfortable.

Before you come to your own chef's station, you see that your ingredients are the least.

Because he reported egg fried rice and pumpkin soup, there was only one ingredient on his kitchen counter: pumpkin, two eggs, rice, and a rice cooker. A soup pot. There are also some spices, chopped green onions, and that's it.

"He is already weak in terms of material selection, and the others are simply unsightly!"

These words floated out of nowhere in the audience.

It fully stimulated Qin Feihong's nerves.