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The time card is just right, neither early nor late.

There were still two minutes left, and Hua Jitian made the dishes he was going to make.

Two large potatoes.

Well, it's two whole big potatoes.

And, to these two big potatoes, gave a terrific and literary name, the potatoes are humble and have dreams.

The president of the Chef Association of the Guiding Demonstrator, hurry up and let the judges comment, because the live broadcast time is running out. Originally, they thought that the competition would end at least ten minutes before the specified end time, so the live broadcast time was very tight, and there was not much time left for awards.

Hua Jitian tore open the tin foil on the outside of a potato, and the fragrance wafted out, shocking everyone.

They never imagined that the potatoes themselves could make such a taste. The fragrance enters the nose, stimulates the taste buds and makes people salivate.

One of the judges took a disposable spoon and distributed it to the judges. They each took a spoonful, divided a potato, and began to taste it.

"Good. ”

"Good. ”

"It's really amazing, fragrant soft mud, melts in the mouth, the taste is uniform and transparent, this is the best. ”

……

All the judges were shocked and applauded. They didn't have to spend a lot of time to do it, they tore the tin foil on the outside of the other potato and ate the second potato separately.

Grade.

Soon the score came out, 291 points.

Everyone was in an uproar. It was nearly six points higher than Wu Qi.

Wu Qi couldn't believe it, even if Hua Jitian was creative and made a fresh dish, he would not surpass himself. He suddenly ran over and looked at the seasoning water in which the potatoes were soaked in the flowers, and there was a thin layer of thin skin like a film on the outermost part of the potatoes floating inside.

Hua Jitian shook the potato skin baldly.

"You're not a third-level cook, you're fourth-level. Victory is not martial. Wu Qi looked at Hua Jitian angrily.

Hua Jitian, a big liar, hid his cooking level, deceived himself and Luo Chuanshui to suppress the realm, and duel him with third-level cooking skills, but he himself kept a hand and secretly used the fourth-level to compete.

Hua Jitian did this, which is extremely unfair, very insidious, and shameless.

Wu Qi couldn't wait to eat Hua Jitian.

Hua Jitian looked at Wu Qi lightly: "When will I tell you that I am a third-level cook, and when will I promise you that I will use third-level cooking skills to fight against you." It's all your self-righteousness, that's all. ”

It's good to say that you left a hand.

If Hua Jitian used third-level cooking skills, it would be impossible for Luo Chuanshui and Wu Qi to be the opponent of Luo Chuanshui and Wu Qi, or even the opponent of the several old chefs present.

Although it is level three, Luo Chuanshui and Wu Qi have high-level experience there, and they will definitely be able to play at the top level, and those old chefs have been tempered for decades, and their strength should not be underestimated.

However, the third level of Huajitian, although he also suppressed the realm, he didn't have much experience in operation at all, and it was all brought to him by the Heaven Replenishing System.

The so-called high hand and low eye are unavoidable for Hua Jitian. In other words, Hua Jitian's vision is very high, but when it comes to operation, he is not so proficient, and he still needs to be practiced.

Therefore, if Hua Jitian wants to win, it depends on the level. Relying on his own level of fourth-level cooking skills, he faced off against the third-level of Wu Qi and others.

Wu Qi thought for a while, nodded, and said calmly: "What you said is right, you really didn't say it, I lost." ”

Having said that, there was a hint of yin in Wu Qi's calm eyes.

At such a young age, Hua Jitian has fourth-level cooking skills, which Wu Qi has never heard of, even the third-order chef god in one day, before the age of thirty, is only level five, and his qualifications seem to be inferior to Wu Qi and Luo Chuanshui.

Wu Qi will never allow a genius who is stronger than himself to live in the world.

The competition is complete, and all that remains is to award the prizes.

The champion Hua Jitian, the runner-up Wu Qi, and the third runner-up are a nearly fifty-year-old chef. In fact, according to the real strength now, the third runner-up must be the chef who has broken through.

Awards, three people and one card, gold, silver and bronze medals.

A bonus is awarded, and a check is given to each person. There were also up to 10 other chefs, and they also received a check for the corresponding amount.

As usual, the champion also gives an acceptance speech.

"Ah, I still have to say? I wasn't prepared. "Flower pole heavenly way.

"Say whatever you want. The president of the Chef Guild smiled and encouraged.

"Okay. Hua Jitian pondered for a moment, and then thought about what to say.

Four rounds of elimination, plus finals, five games, he used all potatoes, so let's take potatoes as an example.

Hua Jitian took the microphone from the hostess's hand with a smile, blew it first, didn't move, and then began to study.

It didn't make a sound for a long time.

The hostess smiled and said, "There's a switch here that needs to be turned on." ”

"Oh, I thought it was the same as the flashlight at home, there was a conspicuous switch, and when you pushed it, it would be fine. "Hua Jitian sweats profusely, the current technology is really changing with each passing day, Nima, this microphone switch is as big as a sesame seed, and it is in an inconspicuous place, his eyesight is so good, he can't find it.

"Haha, you're talking about the microphone from more than a decade ago, or even decades ago. The hostess had a smile on her face, but she was contemptuous in her heart.

What's the use of good cooking, it's not a local bun from the countryside, and I can't even open a microphone. It's like a potato, even if it is sold to thousands of households, it still carries soil.

The switch was turned on, and Hua Jitian heard the sound from the corner speaker, and knew that his microphone could be used.

"Please champion 38, oh oh, it's champion 38 Hua Jitian, give an acceptance speech. The hostess thought she was funny.

She deliberately called a mistake, Hua Jitian didn't pay attention to her, she was thirty-eight, but she said that you are thirty-eight, and if you want to deal with her, you will lose.

Hua Jitian began to speak and gave an acceptance speech.

"There are a lot of people in the scene who know that in the five rounds, I used all potatoes. Potatoes are versatile, with pork, mutton, beef, chicken, duck, fish, and even beans, eggplant, and green peppers. When paired with something else, the potato seems to be just a carrier, and the potato has the flavor of something else. ”

"But for these five rounds, I only used potatoes and didn't pair them with other dishes. ”

"Why do I only use potatoes, I didn't understand at first, but now I understand. Because, a potato is a potato, a potato has its own taste, and a potato has its own soul and dream. It grows in the land and is transported to all corners of the city for human consumption when it matures. ”

"He was born with soil, which cannot be compared with sea cucumber and abalone, but his dream is as precious as sea cucumber and abalone. ”

"I think I'm a potato, everyone here, even many people in front of the TV, are also a potato, we come from the middle and lower classes of the countryside or the city, we are not born with a halo, and there is no who my dad is who is the tyrant who is the bombardment. But the origins are different, but the dreams are not. With our little dreams in mind, we work hard, struggle, and sweat to realize our dreams in a certain city or even a county town or township. ”

"We are migrant workers who move bricks, couriers who deliver couriers, waiters who serve dishes, migrant workers who code words, businessmen who do decoration and building materials, computer repairs, or sell things, we are cooks, doctors, insurance managers, drivers, coaches, stevedores, teachers or students, and many other jobs that so-called fucking noble people are not willing to do. We have different types of work, but we have the same dreams. ”

"They can laugh at our origins, but they can't laugh at our dreams, and even if they are dignitaries, our dreams are as precious as they are. ”

"My female companion said that since I was a child, my dream was to be a star on TV, and today I have achieved half of it. ”

"That old chef just now, who has been trapped at that level for more than ten years, why don't you dream of breaking through? Today, he has done it. ”

"It's the dreams of ordinary people who keep the world going. Someone once disdainfully told me that people should go where they came from, and that they should go back to their hometown after two years of mixing in the city to earn some money. I didn't say anything at the time, but Lao Tzu told her now that Lao Tzu would not return, and Lao Tzu would take root in Whitewater City. Who's Tamar was born to be a high-ranking official? Three generations were poor peasants, ten generations ago, maybe my family is a rich and inferior gentry, and ten thousand generations ago, we are all monkeys. But monkeys also have dreams, that's why they become humans, and if people don't have dreams, what's the difference between them and monkeys?"

"I remember who is good to me, and who is bad to me, I also remember. In the future, I will return a hundredfold. ”

"We are all potatoes, and today, let potatoes speak for us. Even if the potato is humble, it has an endless dream. ”

Hua Jitian said it heartily, and what he said was slightly vulgar, but no one cared.

It ends with the name of his dish.

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