Chapter 63: Accident!
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Hua Jitian didn't have any hope anymore, and packed up his things with Pang Xuan.
Hua Jitian saw the middle-aged chef's sneer and ignored it. Nima, in the past, the master could clean up Qin Yong, but now if you don't mess with me, if you want to mess with me, I will naturally be able to clean you up, I don't care what kind of senior chef you are, it's just a third-level master, and the master really didn't take it seriously.
Don't look at Hua Jitian may be about to fail, but the confidence in my heart has not been hit at all.
The current Hua Jitian is far from what it used to be, and he knows what he can do.
Even if there are occasional mistakes, it will not affect his inner firmness, let alone his progress.
Before Hua Jitian finished cleaning up, his group began to announce the first place.
A female host with a delicate voice read out the first place in Hua Jitian's group.
"First place in the fourth group, No. 38, comprehensive score ......"
As soon as the results were announced, they were shocked, and their group boiled in an instant, drowning out the scores read by the host.
"No way. β
"How is that possible?"
"Could it be that the judges made a mistake?"
"There must have been a mistake. β
There was an uproar.
The chefs who advanced or didn't make the cut in the other groups also looked at it and didn't know what was going on here.
Pang Xuan was already speechless in surprise and surprise: "This ...... This ......"
When Hua Jitian heard the result, he was also stunned, and then smiled: "I'm not targeting any one, I mean that everyone here is weak." "Originally, he controlled his level and could get three or four places, but who knows, it turned out to be the first.
It's not a weak force, how can you let yourself be the first?
Many people ridiculed him just now, and now Hua Jitian is also unceremonious and returns it directly.
The middle-aged chef was puzzled at first, then blushed, and finally shouted loudly: "This cooking competition has a shady scene." β
Wu Qi's face is also very exciting, he naturally knows the middle-aged chef, and knows that he is the chief chef of another five-star restaurant in Baishui City, although the level is much worse than him and Luo Chuanshui, but there is also a third-level top-notch, quasi-fourth-level level, this time he was eliminated in the first round, it is really wronged.
The culinary industry in Lu Province is not big or small, and everyone basically knows each other about the top ones.
The Whitewater City Cooking Competition has always been of a high standard, and now the top chefs from seven or eight surrounding cities will participate. Next year, the Chef Association wants to further develop and make the Whitewater City Cooking Competition a cooking competition in the province.
"It's funny. The smile on Wu Qi's face was unfathomable.
Hearing someone shouting shady, the president of the chef association sitting in the competition couldn't sit still, and hurriedly asked the host to come over and ask the reason.
"Even if I'm not number one, it doesn't make sense, but in the first round, I want to know my score. The middle-aged chef said.
The host went to the three judges of this group, and soon learned the reason, and after consulting the president of the chef association, he announced it.
"Your score is 8.5, 8.6 and a zero. The host said into the microphone.
"How can it be a zero?" the middle-aged cook yelled.
Even if the third score is not high, only 8 points, his total score will be above the third place, not the first place, but also the second place, and there is always no problem in qualifying.
One of the judges picked up a small plate in front of him and turned into the microphone handed over to the host: "This is your dish, and there is a hair in it, so I gave it a zero score." To be a top chef, the most basic thing to cook is not taste, nor color, but hygiene. β
"I'm not convinced. How do you know that someone didn't frame me or you came to the ground?" the middle-aged man argued loudly.
"Hehe, of course I know, you see this hair, it's wrapped around the cauliflower at least three times. If it weren't for the back and forth stir-frying, how could this happen. Otherwise, you come and try, in public, I will give you ten seconds, you can take a hair to wrap on the cauliflower to this extent, count me as a loser, and I will not be a cooking judge in my life. The judge said.
"Impossible. The middle-aged chef was powerless to argue, he also knew that what the judges said was reasonable, the top of the cauliflower was densely packed with small flowers, and it was indeed not so easy to wrap his hair in it.
"I can't do it if I am upright and upright, you tell me, how can I do it secretly with so many people?"
The middle-aged chef was silent, angry in his heart, and his subordinates were all rice buckets.
This is the fucking game scene, not the back kitchen, how can you not even wash the dishes.
After he decided to go back, he punished his subordinates severely, at least one of them was fined half a month's salary, and punished them to wash their vegetables carefully.
It's a pity that the blows are always one after another, and they are not over yet.
The judges will go on.
"I can bear it with hair, I can pretend I can't see it after three laps, and I can give you a score according to the taste. In other words, your cooking level is indeed at eight o'clock, and the other two judges scored very fairly. β
"But your hair is smelly. β
Enter...... Taste...... Finish.
The scene exploded instantly, becoming a sea of joy, and some judges laughed directly under the table, even Qian Duoduo, who was originally angry at Hua Jitian's Jedi counterattack, couldn't help but cover his stomach when he heard the judge's words.
This time, the judges' crit on the middle-aged chef is about thirty or forty thousand points, and if it is a game, it will basically be knocked out directly.
In order to stabilize the rhythm of the scene, the host had to announce again: "The first place in the fourth group, No. 38, with a comprehensive score of 25.3 points." β
Hua Jitian added oil and vinegar on the side: "Listen, this is the truest voice in the hearts of the people, the so-called people's aspirations, the so-called people's expectations, almost like this." β
If it's a game, the host and Hua Jitian each koke the middle-aged chef once.
The middle-aged chef couldn't stay any longer, and said sharply to his subordinates: "Go." Saying that, he didn't even want the kitchenware he brought, and left directly.
The judge's eldest brother hadn't said anything about it, and after the host announced the first place again, he continued: "Why did you give No. 38 the highest score? It's not that he unexpectedly made a cold dish that aroused our interest, but that his cold dish is delicious and famous." β
"What's famous?" Okay, the judge's eldest brother asked and answered himself, and talked about stand-up comedy.
"Let's talk about knife work first, it's almost the extreme, if anyone brings a ruler, you can measure it, anyway, I don't see the gap with the naked eye, in my eyes, the length and thickness of these potato shreds are the same. β
"Speaking of the method, there is no green pepper color matching to disturb the taste, which ensures the taste of the potato itself. And the entrance is crispy and sweet, there is no fishy smell, and the mastery of the heat is flawless. β
"So, we gave No. 38 a first-place score, and there was nothing wrong with it. The judges finally said they were happy and put down the microphone in their hands.
Most of you are chefs, and you know that it is not easy to preserve the crispness of the potatoes without leaving the fishy smell of the potatoes themselves.
For ordinary people to cook, it is good to make it more cooked, there will be no fishiness, and it doesn't matter if it affects the taste. But for chefs, it's not enough.
For a clever chef, how to preserve the umami of the ingredients and get rid of the bad taste is always the biggest problem.
The other chefs in the same group are only now starting to pay attention to Hua Jitian.
Nima, people only take a few potatoes to participate in the first round, not grandstanding, nor arrogant, people have real skills.
Although he seems to be only twenty years old, more than ten or even twenty years younger than himself, his cooking skills are not worse than his own.
After a lot of noise, the second round began.
As a result of the removal of one batch, there were still more than 80 chefs in the competition, which were re-divided into seven groups, this time the grouping was random, and there was no numbered group as in the first round.
After the host announced the start, those who advanced to the second round began to cook. And those who didn't make the cut, some sat on the sidelines to watch and learn, and some looked like middle-aged chefs, who felt that they had no face and left.
Pang Xuan said: "There are still vegetables over there, although they are not fresh, they can still be used, why don't I pick some?" Although Hua Jitian was lucky to be the first place, but in the second round, it was not possible to use potatoes again.
Hua Jitian said: "No, isn't there any shredded potatoes here, it's enough." I just cut a little bit more specifically for the second round. β
Pang Xuan was dizzy again: "Do you still use shredded potatoes? β
"At my level, I still use surprise to win? As I said, everyone here is weak. Hua Jitian's voice was not small, which caused the dissatisfaction of the nearby chefs, but they were busy with the second round of the competition, and they did not resist much.
"Does the weakness include me?" Pang Xuan gritted his teeth.
"Not included. "Flower pole heavenly way.
"You still have a bit of brotherhood. Pang Xuan said.
"You're weaker than weak. Hua Jitian replied ruthlessly.
Pang Xuan went completely crazy: "Second couple, come on, come on, you can brush the pot yourself, I'm weaker than the weak, I'm leaving." β
He knew that what Hua Jitian said was the truth, and these chefs who were despised by Hua Jitian were all the chiefs of his mother's major restaurants, and if they were weak, he was indeed not as weak as he was.
Although his brother told the truth, Pang Xuan felt that he was very painful.
"No, I need you. Hua Jitian used this sentence for the second time to sincerely retain Pang Xuan.
Of course, Pang Xuan didn't really leave, but brushed the pot fiercely, instead of Hua Jitian shouting to stop him, he almost used a wire brush to scratch a hole in the old thick pig iron pot.
Pang Xuan brushed the pot and asked, "What are you going to do this time?" In fact, there is no need to ask, he also guesses eight or nine.
Half a pot of shredded potatoes, what can you do?
It's nothing more than vinegar, sour and spicy stir-fried cold salad, and any more of them can be regarded as extremely good.
Sure enough, Hua Jitian scratched his head: "Let's slip away." β
De, one of the top ten famous dishes for college students and migrant workers, vinegared shredded potatoes.
The reason why this dish is deeply loved by college students and migrant workers is because it is affordable and inexpensive, and it is delicious.
Speaking of which, vinegared shredded potatoes are more homely than cold shredded potatoes.
Hua Jitian dared to show this dish in such a high-end and high-grade cooking competition, which was also brilliant.
Pang Xuan snorted, simply put it on the chair, and let Hua Jitian do it, hehe, do it.
Hua Jitian was not angry, and said: "Brother, study hard, in case you want to open a small restaurant one day, if you use it, maybe it will be the famous dish of your town store." "Hua Jitian was stimulated by other chefs today, and he completely let go, don't want it.
"I'm learning from your sister, I decided to follow Chef Luo for the rest of my life, and cold shredded potatoes are the limit. β
Pang Xuan is right, in high-end restaurants, cold shredded potatoes as an appetizer often appears, and there are really few vinegared shredded potatoes.
No matter who it is, when you go to a five-star restaurant, you can order a dish of vinegared shredded potatoes alone, hehe, of course, the chef will also make it, but it always feels weird.
Of course, if you are a local tyrant and an inferior gentleman, you just go to a five-star hotel and spend dozens of yuan on a plate of shredded potatoes, and then eat a bowl of dry rice, which is not too high-end. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.