"Hurry, the game is about to start. ”

At Hongpla Academy, the students of the Western food class were in a mess and gathered around a pad.

"Hey, what are you doing? Sit down, it's about to be class. Shiraishi stood at the window and yelled at the students in the teacher's room.

"Mr. Shiraishi...... Teacher Zheng's competition is about to start—"

"Do you want to go to the finals?" asked Shiraishi.

There was silence in the classroom.

"Hurry up and prepare your cooking, in a little more than a week, you will start the exam. What kind of restaurant you can get into depends on this exam!"

was scolded by Bai Shilong one by one, and these students were not in the mood to watch the competition, so they took out their class notes one after another and designed the dishes to be used in the competition.

Seeing these students bow their heads and start their work, Bai Shilongyi sneered, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and opened the video.

"Zheng Ke, let me see, what level of cooking can you make?"

……

Chunfangen.

After the meal, there were a lot fewer guests, and Xuan Li finally had time to catch her breath, walked to the hall, and saw Xuan Hua staring intently at the TV, so she asked, "What's the situation now?"

"That big murderous sister has entered the next round, and Zheng Ke will come out soon. Xuan Hua still didn't look away.

Xuan Li also looked up at the TV, Zheng Ke and Dun had already come out of the contestant tunnel. After the host said that the game was over, the two walked to their respective operating stations.

"Tenderloin, lettuce, flounder, mustard, chili ......" Xuan Li looked at the ingredients on the screen, and her brows gradually condensed.

At this time, Zheng Ke also brought up an iron bucket, opened the iron bucket, carefully looked at the soup inside, and then closed the lid again.

"Sister, can Zheng Ke win?" Xuan Hua looked up at Xuan Li.

"No problem. Xuan Li said categorically.

Although she didn't know much about Atsu's strengths, in Asia, Chinese cuisine was superior to other cuisines in terms of quality and quantity. In the case of the same level as a chef, the winner should be Zheng Ke, if Zheng Ke is not careless.

Xuan Hua nodded as if he didn't understand.

……

Zheng Ke took out the ingredients, put them on the counter, and began to take out the flounder.

"What does Zheng Ke do with flounder?" asked Kobayashi Gentian to the side.

"I don't know. "Jiu I Zhaoji shook his head, Zheng Ke's cooking now is getting more and more biased, and with the knowledge I know about Zhao Ji for a long time, I can't guess what Zheng Ke wants to do at all.

"Hey, aren't you very good at Chinese cuisine?" Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning pursed his lips and said in a sharp tone.

Lao Tzu is good at Sichuan cuisine, not Chinese cuisine. There are eight major cuisines of Chinese cuisine, how can I know each one?"

"How could Zheng Ke be? He was too weak to let others say it. Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning cupped his eyes and said in a low voice.

“……”

I couldn't find a reason to refute it for a long time.

Zheng Ke took out the flounder steak, put the fish on a clean plate, moved it to one side for later use, and then grabbed an appropriate amount of peanuts and soaked them in boiling water. After doing all this, Zheng Ke took another pot and poured cooking oil.

Wang He, who was sitting in the highest stands, suddenly clenched his fists after seeing Zheng Ke's actions.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qiuling looked at Wang He curiously.

"He, is he cooking Cantonese food?" Wang He wrinkled his nose, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he looked like a child who has been robbed of his beloved things.

"Cantonese cuisine?" Ye Qiuling's gaze fell on Zheng Ke again, and Zheng Ke took out the fried flounder, "Could you be mistaken?"

"I'm a Cantonese Pavilion!In the entire East, how can the person who is best at cooking Cantonese cuisine be mistaken?" Wang He's eyes widened and he looked at Ye Qiuling dissatisfied.

Ye Qiuling touched his nose in embarrassment, he was also good at Chinese cuisine, but he didn't strictly study according to the faction, so his understanding of the major cuisines was not as comprehensive as 'Eight Pavilions'.

In his opinion, Zheng Ke was dealing with flounder, although he couldn't see what the tenderloin had to do with flounder.

"Sand tea sauce. Wang He suddenly said, "Zheng Ke is making sand tea sauce now." ”

"Shacha sauce?oh, is it?" Ye Qiuling immediately realized.

Shacha sauce is a type of sauce in Guangdong, and because of the many ingredients used, the taste is also relatively complex, containing the aroma of peanuts, garlic, and onions, as well as the seafood flavor of light soy sauce and dried shrimp.

In Huaxia, if you need to use sand tea sauce, Ye Qiuling buys it directly and has not made it. It wasn't until Wang He mentioned it that he remembered this sauce.

Zheng Ke...... Hopefully, you must not lose this game, otherwise others will think that Cantonese cuisine is just like that. If...... If you dare to lose, I will definitely teach you a hard lesson. Wang He clenched his teeth.

In fact, Wang He's heart is also very entangled. He doesn't want Zheng Ke to make excellent Cantonese cuisine - he is the only one who is an excellent Cantonese chef of the same age, and at the same time, he doesn't want Zheng Ke to lose to his opponent, otherwise, wouldn't he tell everyone that the level of Cantonese cuisine is not good?

With a depressed mood, Wang He looked at Dun on the other side.

During this time, Tun has already fried the tenderloin in olive oil, and the surface of the tenderloin is slightly golden.

"This guy is actually cooking Western food. Wang He said in a lost voice.

Could it be that this player named Tsudun would be so confident in his Western food?

"It's normal. If I were in his position, facing someone who was clearly stronger than me, I would also choose Western food. Ye Qiuling explained.

"Eh, why?" Wang He looked puzzled.

"To please the judges. The judges are from the West, and of course they have a soft spot for Western food, and even, if they can make the judges feel like they are at home, the judges can easily score emotional points. This part of the emotional score is likely to make up for the gap between him and his opponent. It seems that this person named Dun has been fully prepared before the competition. In the face of different opponents, he will have different degrees of adjustment. If his opponent was Kikuchi Enguo, he would definitely not dare to use Western food. ”

Ye Qiuling narrowed her eyes and looked at Dun, who was constantly busy.

Tun will spread the stolen sauce on the surface of the tenderloin, sprinkle with rosemary, and place it in a baking dish.

This Malay player is not ordinarily smart.

Next, like Zheng Ke, Atsushi also began to mix the sauce. He chopped the plums and pistachio kernels and set them aside. Corn flour and water are then mixed to make a sauce.

As Tun continued to cook, the delicious flavor of the pot continued to escape, causing many people to drool.