Su Xuan's question was full of ridicule, and there was a look of disdain on his face, which made the face of the man in the check-in office as ugly as a frosted eggplant.

The man frowned and glared at Su Xuan, and said without mercy: "Go and check it again, the information is not right." ”

Su Xuan completely lowered his face, and his heart was furious when he heard it: Damn, you are making it so difficult for me when I come to the competition? There is a way in heaven, you don't go, and there is no door in hell, you have to break through!

"Hello, this is Mr. Su, the participating chef designated by our Mingyue Building, I can prove his identity. Su Xuan forcibly suppressed his anger, and at this time, a man next to him came over and said to the man in charge of the check-in with a pleasant expression.

Turning his head sideways, Su Xuan wondered, "Where did Mr. Chen go?"

The man who came over was Chen Wanqing's assistant Tian Xiaoguang, took out his business card and handed it to the man in charge of the check-in, Tian Xiaoguang looked at Su Xuan and said, "Mr. Chen has gone to the bathroom, the game is about to start, Mr. Su, you should go first." ”

Glancing at the man in charge of the check-in, Su Xuan said in his heart: Now that someone has proved it to me, what else do you want?

Unexpectedly, the man in charge of the check-in was unreasonable, squinted at the business card, and threw it to Su Xuan, "I said let you check in again, don't you understand?"

Tian Xiaoguang was stunned for a moment, and the anger in Su Xuan's heart jumped to his throat, and he said coldly: "Okay, return the participation card to me." ”

The man handed the card in his hand to Su Xuan with a gloomy face, and the moment Su Xuan reached out to receive the card, his two fingers secretly pinched the man's index finger and middle finger.

In a short period of two or three seconds, the posture of the two people was very strange, no one withdrew their hands, but they saw the expression on the man's face changing rapidly like a slide, from disdain to surprise, to distorted expression, endless pain, his fingers were about to be crushed.

Su Xuan smiled strangely, didn't say a word, stared at the man with fierce eyes, and his fingers were still getting stronger.

"No... There's no need to check in, you can go in!" the man bared his teeth and grinned, his expression as tragic as the scene of a car accident.

"That's right, you're sensible. Su Xuan replied with a smile, then let go of his hand, and with only two fingers, he taught a man how to behave.

I didn't expect to encounter such a hard stubble, looking at Su Xuan's back approaching the competition venue, the man kept scolding in his heart: ****!

A total of 20 chefs participated in the God of Chef Competition, all of which have passed the check-in one by one, and the largest conference hall on the seventh floor of the Manston Hotel has been arranged by the organizer as a special venue for the competition.

With a lazy posture and casual eyes wandering around, Su Xuan approached the competition hall with an expressionless face, and in front of him was a huge area, on which a stove was erected, and kitchenware, tableware, ingredients and accessories were all available.

On the left is a circular stage, after the host waits for all the chefs, judges and guests to arrive, he stands on the stage and reads the lines in an impassioned tone, the regular process of the competition, Su Xuan half-squinted his eyes, sleepiness hit, for him, this kind of competition is not interesting at all.

"Ten minutes later, the competition will officially begin!Please prepare all chefs!" The host finally "finished nagging", Su Xuan's gaze stayed on the guest area on the right, and more than fifty seats were full.

The chefs went to the dressing room to change their clothes before they entered the venue, and it looked like they couldn't tell who was who. The cooktop in the competition area, each chef corresponds to a number, a piece of about two square meters, a total of two rows, a group of ten chefs.

"Dude, so young, which restaurant is it?" The chefs entered their competition positions one after another, Su Xuan was divided into No. 12, a chef on the left had rough skin, estimated to be forty or fifty years old, and asked with a smile in a thick Sichuan accent Mandarin.

Su Xuan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Small place." ”

Those who can qualify for the competition are not small restaurants and restaurants, which every chef knows, and when Su Xuan said this, the chef felt that this young man was quite low-key.

After the host introduced the rules of the competition, all the chefs entered the preparation time, and Su Xuan looked at the ingredients and kitchenware on the table with a focused expression, thinking about how to complete the competition.

The first round is the designated topic, and twenty chefs cook the same dish, Kung Pao Chicken. This is a home-cooked dish, one of the famous dishes of Sichuan cuisine, which is widely spread.

"What kind of competition is this, Kung Pao Chicken? Heh, you can do it with your eyes closed. A chef on Su Xuan's right hand said in an arrogant tone.

Su Xuan said in a joking tone: "Then you can do it with your eyes closed, I, a junior, would like to see the chef's magic skills of cooking with his eyes closed." ”

The man who spoke was Feng Mingxuan's chef Hu Weiguo, who was also recognized as one of the chefs with the highest culinary skills, and was well-known in the circle of Qingshan City.

One sentence made Hu Weiguo speechless, his angry neck muscles burst out, and he stared at Su Xuan for several seconds, Hu Weiguo said with hatred in his heart: Dare to drag Lao Tzu like this! Good boy, let you die without knowing how to die!

The gong of the game started, Su Xuan was unhurried, cleaned the fresh meat on the board, then picked up the kitchen knife, and started the process of cutting diced chicken, and the time to show the knife work had come.

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The arena was silent, and the audience in the guest seats and the seniors in the judges' seats were paying close attention to the chefs' every move, and the twenty minutes passed quickly.

All the chefs stopped what they were doing, and twenty plates of Kung Pao Chicken were presented to the judges, waiting for the verdict. At this moment, many chefs are inevitably nervous, because ten people will be eliminated in this round, leaving only half of them to enter the next round.

"This No. 12 is good! It's really good! It's so delicious!" A female judge in the judges' seat tasted Su Xuan's kung pao chicken, and her eyes were full of surprise and praise.

The judges will taste the works of the 20 chefs in turn, and they will immediately see if the good is good or bad. A fat-headed and big-eared judge had a cold expression, and he tasted the first few dishes of Kung Pao Chicken, and he didn't feel surprised.

When I tasted the 12th, the fat-headed and big-eared judges exclaimed, "And such a delicious kung pao chicken?!Which chef made it?!"

"The meat is tender, chewy, spicy and slightly sweet, and the aroma of onion and garlic enters the meat, which is fantastic!" another judge sighed as he tasted the No. 12 Kung Pao Chicken with anticipation.

After all the judges tasted it, they discussed it for a few minutes, and gave the host a list with the numbers of the eliminated and promoted chefs, and a special note, the 12th directly advanced to the third round.

The host walked to the center of the venue and excitedly announced: "The first round of the tense competition has ended, and I would like to announce that the works of the No. 12 participating chefs have been unanimously praised by the judges, and after discussion and decision by the judges, No. 12 will directly advance to the third round!

There were exclamations and discussions from the audience, and their eyes fell on the No. 12 stage, Su Xuan stood with a smile on his face, and Hu Weiguo, the chef of Feng Mingxuan next to him, was about to explode in his lungs, and roared angrily: "Why did he advance directly? !

"Do you disagree with your turn?" Su Xuan said with a dumb smile.

Most of the other chefs also have grievances, but they also have to accept it, this is a temporary decision made by the judges, who will tear their faces with the organizers?

"The second round starts at 5:30, all chefs please go to the back lounge for a short rest, and those who are unfortunately eliminated should go to the right passage. After the host finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the stage.

Hu Weiguo was one of the ten chefs who were promoted, but he was not half happy at all, and a boulder was blocked in his heart: Why?! This kid must have gone through the back door!