On the day of the competition, Zheng Ke got up early, sorted out the kitchen knife and the chef's uniform customized for him by Junketing, and got into the car with Ruishan Zhizuya. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for the frenzied convoy behind...... Eh, Zheng Ke can only say, alas, whatever, whatever?

Zheng Ke competed at a food club in the suburbs. Zheng Ke's previous understanding of this kind of club has always been stuck in a group of people staying in two rooms, specializing in discussing or cooking.

When he came to this food club, Zheng Ke knew that it was a club, but rather a club, and it should be restricted in normal times, but today, because of the competition, ordinary people also have the opportunity to enter this luxury club. However, it may be necessary to purchase a ticket.

"Will there be a playing field in this club?" asked Zheng Ke suspiciously.

"Absolutely. These food maniacs, in order to pursue food, are very willing to spend money. They also often bring their family and friends to watch cooking competitions, so they built a special competition venue. Takeshi Ueda said.

"Ah, this is too wasteful, isn't it?" Zheng Ke felt incredulous, this group of people, for their hobbies, actually built a competition venue.

Regarding this, Zheng Ke can only say that he is rich and capricious.

"It's not wasteful, this venue has also hosted some small cooking competitions, so the utilization rate of this venue is quite sufficient. Just like today's game, didn't you also requisition this venue?"

As soon as Zheng Ke and Ueda Takeshi and their entourage gave the tickets, a waiter immediately came over.

"Gentlemen, do you have anyone to participate in the competition?"

"Yes. Zheng Ke waved his hand.

"Please show your badge. ”

Zheng Ke handed his entry card to the waiter.

"Okay, please come with me. After the waiter checked it, he returned the participation card to Zheng Ke, and then took Zheng Ke to the lounge.

"Ten minutes before the start of the game, the staff will come and remind you to get ready to play, so please pay attention. ”

After Zheng Ke followed the waiter to leave, another waiter came over and led Takeshi Ueda and his party to the competition venue.

Because I had communicated with the food club beforehand, the club saved the best space for Takeshi Ueda.

Ren Kuriyama, who came with him, looked left and right, the entire venue can seat about 200 people, and the distance from the arena is not too far, about five or six meters, so every move of the players will be noticed by the audience.

In each of the two corners of the arena, there is a large camera, facing the center of the stage, which will record the entire game.

It's really nerve-wracking to play in a game like this.

Ueda Takeshi and his entourage of more than a dozen people had just sat down, and a person who looked very much like a dwarf winter melon in height and appearance hurriedly walked over.

"Mr. Ueda, Mrs. Ueda, I didn't expect you to come here in person today. "'Dwarf Winter Melon' is full of smiles.

"Mr. Miyajima, this is our first game after all, so we definitely need to pay attention to it. Ueda Jin smiled faintly.

"I thought that this year's competition, the court of colored leaves would be absent, but I didn't expect that you would participate in the name of Junketing instead, congratulations. ”

The acquisition of Junketing by the Court of Colored Leaves is not a secret in the industry.

"It's just a matter of luck. Ueda Jin said calmly.

"In the catering industry, what kind of luck is there? The so-called luck is another manifestation of ability. By the way, who is the chef you are looking for this time? As you know, the contestants must be under the age of 35, and it is very difficult to find young chefs. Miyajima asked.

"We're looking for students from a school who haven't officially stepped into the culinary world yet, so you may not be familiar with it. Ueda Jin's answer was uneventful.

"Oh, I see. It seems that this game is still quite difficult for him. Miyajima nodded, "If you don't have any other requirements, I'll go to other places first...... Well, as you know, there are a lot of people coming to this competition, and you must ensure your safety. ”

After Miyajima left, Takeshi Ueda asked Ueda Jin in a low voice, "Mother, why did you lie to him?"

"I didn't lie to him. You say, 'What did I say?'

Takeshi Ueda recalled what Ueda Jin said just now, and there was really no lie. I just didn't get it through.

"This tournament is a series, so we have to make sure that Zheng Ke is not influenced by these gourmets when he is in the district qualifiers. Ueda explained.

If there is a gourmand looking for Zheng Ke twice in three days, I am afraid that he will not be able to prepare for the competition normally.

Thinking of this, Takeshi Ueda also understood his mother's intentions.

At this time, the audience increased, and the small competition venue was quickly filled.

Suddenly, the light bulb at the top dimmed, and the venue, which was still talking, was much quieter in an instant. Most of the people looked at the entrance of the room, and saw four people entering the venue one after another. The person who walked in front was Miyajima, who had just greeted Takeshi Ueda.

"Miyajima turned out to be a judge?" Ren Kuriyama almost shouted when he saw Miyajima.

Ueda Jin also saw Miyajima, and his face was slightly surprised.

"Probably not, the number of judges is an odd number, and if it is an even number, it is likely to cause disagreement. And you see, Miyajima has a microphone in his hand and should be the host. Takeshi Ueda shrugged his shoulders, "The other three people should be three judges, I know two of them, and they are not bad." One is a sixty-year-old old foodie Hide...... Yagi"

A man in a white dress followed Miyajima, and although his face was wrinkled, his whole body exuded the air of a mature man.

"There is another woman, the gourmand Emi Noguchi, who also has her own unique taste for cooking. ”

At the back of the line was a woman in her forties. She had short ear-length hair and a gloomy face, as if everyone owed her a sum of money.

"Who's the second-to-last person?" asked Ren Kuriyama.

The person in front of Noguchi Emi was a middle-aged man, about thirty-five years old, with a cold gaze and a resolute face.

"I don't know, I shouldn't show up often. Ueda thought about it carefully, and there was no such person in his mind.

Just as Takeshi Ueda had guessed, the three people behind Miyajima sat on the judges' bench, while Miyajima took the microphone and came to the middle of the stage.

"You've been waiting for a long time, the first round of the Qualifiers for this year's The-Blue tournament is about to begin, and now it's up to the two sides to take the stage. Miyajima picked up the microphone and said to the audience of more than 100 people.

Zheng Ke was just about to walk on the stage, but he heard a 'giggle' laugh behind him, he frowned slightly, turned around, but saw a stranger in a chef's uniform appeared behind him, his rat teeth exposed, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

said that it was unfamiliar, in fact, Zheng Ke also saw this person in the photo - Nishikawa Youzhen, his opponent in this round.