"Young man, your fried rice is really ingenious, you changed the salty routine of egg fried rice and made it sweet and sour, although this approach is a little bold, but to tell the truth, it is still delicious. ”

A judge commented on the little fat man, and the little fat man nodded vigorously and smirked, but he didn't say a word.

Zhang Ping looked at this little fat man from the side and was a little speechless, how could this little fat man be stupid, but Zhang Ping never regretted that he let this little fat man play with him, at least Meng Zihao knew his own catties, the duel between Meng Zihao and the little fat man, Meng Zihao can be described as a complete defeat, a mess of defeat.

"Well, our fried rice is better than your fried rice. ”

The little fat man glanced at Meng Zihao and asked.

When Meng Zihao heard the words of the little fat man, he became angry on the spot.

"Little fat man, the egg fried rice you made is just a trick, I can only say that your ideas are relatively novel, but to say that what you make is better than mine, I am really not convinced. ”

Meng Zihao said coldly.

Hearing Meng Zihao's words, the little fat man smiled, and he could see that Meng Zihao was definitely not the kind of person who was easy to bow his head.

Even if you are not convinced, in the face of absolute strength, other bells and whistles will become meaningless.

"I said, man, why don't you admit your strength, the fried rice I make is better than the one you make, it has nothing to do with the taste, it just has something to do with the method, I make sweet and sour flavors and salty ones, and in the end you are the same result, that is, out. The little fat man said to Meng Zihao.

When Meng Zihao heard the little fat man's words, he became even more angry.

"Little fat man, the judges don't agree with my cooking today, I admit it, but don't be too proud, I don't recognize you. ”

Meng Zihao really took himself seriously, which was clearly saying that the level of the judges was not good, so he chose the little fat man.

"Big brother, I'm really not convinced, you can take a bite yourself. ”

The little fat man glanced at Meng Zihao and said lightly.

Seeing that he is very confident in his own strength, even if it is an opponent, he is confident to conquer it with taste.

Meng Zihao nodded after hearing the little fat man's words, the little fat man's words really made sense, after tasting his food, and then giving the worst evaluation, he could naturally help himself find some ground.

Meng Zihao took two steps forward and took a bite of the spoon he was carrying in his pocket, just this bite made Meng Zihao feel greatly shocked.

"This, this is so delicious!"

Meng Zihao said in surprise.

Hearing Meng Zihao's words, the little fat man smiled very proudly.

"What's the matter, can we make this fried rice?"

The little fat man looked at Meng Zihao and asked.

Meng Zihao nodded, if he said that he had shown disdain for Zhang Ping before, but now, he was also full of expectations for Zhang Ping, he was completely convinced, he understood that the thing he made was not at the same level as the little fat man.

"I think I'm the world's top chef, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even make an egg fried rice, and I'm still not as good as others!"

Meng Zihao sighed and said, after hearing Meng Zihao's words, the little fat man became even more proud.

"That, it's called Zhang Ping, how are you doing?"

The little fat man looked at Zhang Ping and asked, obviously impatient.

"I've done it. ”

Although the little fat man was very impolite, Zhang Ping felt that this little fat man was not very bright after all, so Zhang Ping didn't take it too seriously.

Zhang Ping walked over with his fried rice, the fried rice made by Zhang Ping this time was normal, and it didn't smell very fragrant, but there was a fragrant smell.

However, these judges will not give up tasting Zhang Ping's dishes because they smell mediocre, Zhang Ping also learned from the judges' opinions this time, and did more, ensuring that each judge has a bowl for each person.

The judges picked up Zhang Ping's fried rice and began to taste it, and as a result, as soon as they took a bite, the judges were surprised to find that although the aroma of Zhang Ping's fried rice was very ordinary, in fact, the taste of the entrance was by no means comparable to the fried rice made by the first two people, and the taste after the entrance was even more fragrant.

"It's not easy to make fried rice like this, it's not simple. ”

One of the judges said with emotion.

"yes. ”

The other judge ate as he spoke, and the rice was hanging on his face.

Seeing so many judges competing to eat Zhang Ping's meal, these judges have a very high evaluation of Zhang Ping, and in fact, Zhang Ping is indeed worthy of this evaluation.

The little fat man was also very puzzled when he saw that the judges were so enthusiastic about Zhang Ping, and while he was puzzled, he was even more unconvinced.

"Isn't it just a fried rice, no matter how delicious it is, how delicious can it be?"

Xiaopang said extremely unconvinced, this is really funny, just now he was so confident in his fried rice, when the judges praised him fried rice, he had already regarded fried rice as the most delicious food in the world, but now he questioned Zhang Ping.

"Little brother, my fried rice is delicious, if you don't believe it, you can also taste it. ”

Zhang Ping pointed to the pot he used for fried rice, there were still some fried rice left in the pot, although it was not enough for a bowl, but it was enough for the little fat man to eat two bites.

"Hmph, just eat. ”

The little fat man walked over and ate a bite of fried rice in a pan with his spoon very unconvinced.

When the fried rice was just eaten, the little fat man was completely dumbfounded, this aroma was different from the aroma he felt before, the aroma he felt before was at best piled up with seasonings, but the aroma emitted by this fried rice was very special, it seemed that this taste was not something that mortals could taste at all.

"This, this is so delicious, this is simply the king of fried rice!"

The little fat man said in surprise, people who don't know still think that the little fat man was invited by Zhang Ping.

"Calm, calm, just a fried rice. ”

Zhang Ping patted the little fat man and said with a light smile, hearing Zhang Ping's words, the little fat man laughed twice, and also realized that what he did was a little out of place.

"Zhang Ping, you are amazing!"

"Ah, Zhang Ping's husband, I'm going to give you a monkey!"

"I want to take a bite too!"

The audience under the stage was already boiling, and they had already seen that this time the kitchen god must be Zhang Ping.

The scorers all looked at each other and nodded, the egg fried rice made by Zhang Ping was so fragrant that there was no need to compare it at all, the only kitchen god must be Zhang Ping.

"I declare that tonight's kitchen god is, Mr. Zhang Ping!"

The host announced to everyone that this also means that this competition is finally over, and the person who can enter the sun never sets is Zhang Ping. I want to talk about "I Have a Food Hall" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~