Que Zhengqing's dishes are definitely of high quality, even if he gives 95 points, it is not an exaggeration. But Xiao Han only gave 92 points, and there are only two reasons that can be explained.

The first explanation is to avoid suspicion.

Que Zhengqing is a student of the Oriental School Park, and Xiao Han is the teacher of the East. In order to prevent public opinion and foreign media from making statements, Xiao Han deliberately lowered Que Zhengqing's score.

However, with Zheng Ke's understanding of Xiao Han, he doesn't care about other people's opinions. Moreover, this is China, and the domestic media will not do anything to remove the ladder.

Therefore, Zheng Ke prefers the second explanation - Xiao Han's scoring criteria are very strict, and it is likely that there are detailed scoring criteria.

If this is the case, it means that Que Zhengqing's seemingly perfect dish definitely has something that makes Xiao Han feel dissatisfied.

Thinking of this, Zheng Ke felt a lot heavier on his shoulders, and he didn't know if his dish could satisfy Xiao Han.

After the grinder beats the ingredients into powder, Zheng Ke pours the powder into a fine sieve and sifts. The fine powder falls into the baking pan, each one extremely fine.

Zheng Ke collected the fine minced pieces into a small bowl for later use, and put the soup in the pot into the white soup bowl. He then sprinkled the powder he had just collected into a bowl and placed it lightly on a tray.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Ke looked up at the three judges on the judges' bench.

"Teacher, I'm done. Zheng Ke said loudly.

Yang Ying and Pei Chen frowned, they would now be reminiscing about the conversation with Xiao Han just now.

They were very satisfied with the "clear soup sauerkraut fish roll", and even wanted to score 96 points at one point, but they were suppressed by Xiao Han, as for the reason, one of the reasons, Xiao Han did find a few mistakes from Que Zhengqing's cooking techniques, but they thought that this kind of mistake did not hinder the score of 96 points.

The second reason that Xiao Han said really convinced them.

"Xiao Que has not yet graduated, and now he has just turned 18 years old, and there is still a long way to go in the future. If the score given is too high, it is easy for him to feel satisfied. It's not good for his future development, and you don't want geniuses to become mediocre, do you?"

Genius and mediocrity are often separated by a thin line.

Before Que Zhengqing becomes a special chef, he really has to be careful.

"What about the judging criteria of the other players?" the two men asked.

"Uniform standards. Especially Zheng Ke, the standards should be stricter. Xiao Han's expression was solemn.

Yang Ying and Pei Chen didn't understand Xiao Han's thoughts, thinking that they wanted to protect Que Zhengqing's first place, so they didn't speak again.

They knew that the Oriental School was very influential in Huaxia, but they couldn't deceive their tongues.

A good dish is a good dish, and no one can influence their judgment of the food.

Seeing Zheng Ke coming over with the dishes, the two of them looked at each other very tacitly.

If Zheng Ke's dishes were really good, they wouldn't mind arguing with Xiao Han.

Several of the Ten Masters of the Far Moon sitting in the hall were in a very nervous mood.

After the qualifying round, the top ten have never seen Zheng Ke's dishes again, so they are also looking forward to Zheng Ke's performance in this game.

Soon, Zheng Ke's dishes appeared on the big screen, Yi Sehui touched his chin, and his smile froze on his face.

It is a typical Western dish.

Inside the white soup bowl is a milky white soup, and on top of the soup, some dark brown crumbs are sprinkled.

This Western dish is not gorgeous, but it gives people a simple and elegant feeling.

"That...... Senior Zheng should be fine, right?"

Although Jun Kondo had seen Zheng Ke cook Western food before, this game was a knockout round of the-blue, and there were only two promotion places in each group, and the strength of the opponent was also very strong, and Luke and Que Zhengqing had good performances in the qualifying round at the beginning of the year.

Zheng Ke uses Western food on such occasions, which always gives people a feeling of instability.

"It should be fine. Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning pushed the frame with both hands, "Lan Ji's international fame is even louder than Yuanyue, and, according to Zheng Ke's character, since he chose to cook this dish, it means that he thinks that this dish will definitely be able to win." ”

"Also, now that Xingping has been eliminated, I don't want to see any more problems with Zheng Ke. Asami frowned slightly and looked nervously at the TV.

At this time, the first-year students of Yuanyue also came to the hall one after another, and saw Issehui and others sitting on the sofa, looking up at the game, and also stopped.

"Eh, who is this person?" said one of the girls, puzzled.

Jun Kondo frowned and glanced at the girl who was talking angrily.

"This seems to be Senior Zheng, who was in the second grade last year, and defeated the Chief Division of the Ten Masters as the fifth seat, and now he should study in Lanji. Another girl saw Zheng Ke and explained.

"So powerful?" the girl said in surprise.

Even if her grades are only at the average level among the first-year students in Yuanyue, she also knows Lan Ji's reputation, after all, in the past year, Lan Ji has appeared very frequently in Japan.

The other Far Moon students also stopped, staring intently at the TV.

On TV, Zheng Ke also began to introduce the dish in front of him.

"Judges, this dish is called creamy mushroom soup, please use it slowly. Zheng Ke said softly.

Xiao Han nodded slightly, picked up the soup spoon, and stirred gently in the bowl.

The fresh breath echoed in the air, making Xiao Han's eyes light up.

Although he mentioned before that he asked Zheng Ke to cook Western food in the group stage, his expectations for Zheng Ke were limited to the second place in the group at most, after all, Que Zhengqing's progress in this year was visible to the naked eye, and the Qinghai pickled cabbage fish roll just now did have a very high level, and it did have the strength of the first pavilion of the Eight Pavilions.

However, the soup cooked by Zheng Ke is obviously of high quality, especially when the soup spoon stirs the soup, there is no barrier at all, and the smooth texture is transmitted to Xiao Han through the spoon.

In this soup, there is no solid except for the shredded mushrooms.

This creamy mushroom soup is the real soup, and it doesn't need other ingredients, relying entirely on the taste and texture of the soup to conquer the judges.

When the stirred soup enters Xiao Han's mouth along the tip of the spoon, an explosive taste quickly spreads in the mouth.

The deliciousness in the soup is like layers of waves, washing his body, a kind of heartfelt refreshment, which continues to emanate.

Delicious!

After tasting the first bite, these two words came to his mind.

The delicate taste, smooth as silk, follows the throat and enters the belly without paying attention.

After the soup comes into contact with the tongue coating, the delicate texture produced brings the whole dish to another realm.

Chopped mushroom powder, mixed in a smooth soup, runs in the mouth. The sand-like touch and the rich aroma of the mushrooms made him fall into the deliciousness.

Wait until the first sip of the soup is swallowed completely, and the fresh and thick flavor reverberates in the body for a long time.

And after the second sip of thick soup, Xiao Han also had the opportunity to carefully appreciate the details.

After swallowing the thick soup, Xiao Han's brows furrowed, and his expression became strange.

After five or six seconds, Xiao Han looked up at Zheng Ke, "Did you use morels?"

"That's right, morels. Zheng Ke nodded, he didn't expect Xiao Han to be able to taste this kind of ingredient.