Zheng Ke didn't have time to deal with Pu Shenyong, and after cleaning up the console a little, he looked at the center of the venue.

The hostess was silent, as if waiting for something.

I guess I'm waiting for the judges, right?

When Zheng Ke noticed that there were three vacant seats directly in front of the operating platform, he immediately understood the hostess's intentions.

Sure enough, after staying for about three or four minutes, six judges came out of the aisle, the three judges in front came to the judges' seat in Group A, and the three judges in the back walked to Group B.

The host introduced the six judges respectively, and the scene also resounded with warm applause.

The six judges invited by this Asian competition are all famous European gourmets.

Zheng Ke was not familiar with these gourmets, while the other contestants seemed to be particularly enthusiastic about discussing these gourmets.

"The head judge of our group turned out to be the 'food dancer' Tiffany Nelson. Dry eyebrows danced, full of smiles.

Zheng Ke looked at the judge sitting in the middle, a young woman with long fiery red hair, wearing a long white dress and large sunglasses, covering most of her face.

"Is she famous?" asked Zheng Ke curiously.

"Dirt buns. She is ranked 50th among European gourmets. The other two gourmets are also in the top 100. Gan Ha glanced at Zheng Ke with a look of contempt.

"That's so?" Zheng Ke bowed slightly, in Europe, the number of gourmets is beyond imagination, and it can rank 50th, which shows that it does have strong strength.

The other two judges, the blonde old man Lamb sitting on the left, and the long-haired young man Rose sitting on the right are also among the top 100 gourmets in Europe, and it seems that this competition should be stricter than expected.

After the host made an introduction, the staff also pushed the cart full of ingredients to the center of the stage, and the eyes of the contestants instantly focused on the stage - what is in this cart?

"Next, there is the focus of this competition - the topic. The topic of this competition has a strong openness, everyone eats the ingredients in the cart and makes a dish! The type is not limited, but the selected ingredients must have a 80% use rate. The game is 2 hours long, now it's on!"

As soon as the moderator finished speaking, the English translation immediately echoed throughout the venue.

The contestants on either side rushed to the cart as soon as the English disappeared.

Zheng Ke was the second contestant to arrive in front of the cart, and he took a quick look at the ingredients in the cart and considered what to cook.

"Stinky boy, rush to the front, and don't take the ingredients, go to the back and wait, right?"

Zheng Ke was stunned for a moment, and before he could figure out what was going on, he felt that someone jumped out from front of him and squeezed him behind him. The man looked back at Zheng Ke and showed a wicked smile.

Zheng Ke saw that someone was blocking him, so he simply took two steps back, and glanced at the player who squeezed him out, who was not too tall, but with dark skin and a strong physique, as if he was an Indonesian player.

"What's the matter with that little man?"

"Why did you squeeze Zheng Ke out?"

"It's annoying, it's not qualified!"

The people in the stands shouted accusations against the Indonesian player.

"It's really hateful! Why did he squeeze Xiao Zheng Ke out?" said Kobayashi Gentian, pointing at the Indonesian player.

"yes, this is Japan! He doesn't want to leave Japan?"

"Don't say that...... Zheng Ke let others choose the ingredients first, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Isseki said with squinted eyes.

"What do you mean?" I looked at Yishihui in surprise for a long time, but the green tendons on my forehead were already bulging.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, and you're like a monkey who hasn't evolved thoroughly, both in terms of cooking skills and mind. The competition lasted only two hours, and that included the selection of ingredients and the design of the dishes, each of which was almost accurate to the second. How much time can you waste arguing in a game like this?" Ji Zhiguo Ningning held on to the lens and explained impatiently.

"But, that bastard is too annoying, isn't it?"

"Jumping up and down, more and more like a monkey. Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning said expressionlessly.

"Sister Braid, are you here for the eldest aunt?" I have been looking hideous for a long time, and I am quite dissatisfied with Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning.

"Alright, you two don't quarrel. Don't forget, this game is not only a problem, in addition to using the ingredients in the food truck, you must also use 80% of the selected ingredients, if you don't think about what to cook, you will probably take more ingredients. The reason why Zheng Ke didn't speak out was because he didn't have time to argue with that player, and the most important thing for him at the moment was to choose the most suitable dish for the group stage. ”

Yi Sehui looked at the arena, and the player who squeezed Zheng Ke out of the cart had already returned to his console with the ingredients.

As Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning and Yi Shihui said, Zheng Ke is really thinking about it now and choosing the right dishes.

"What's wrong? haven't figured it out yet?" Park Shenyong said softly as he walked in front of Zheng Ke, a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Ke muttered to himself as if he hadn't heard it, completely ignoring Pu Shenyong.

Park Shenyong immediately felt as if he had been humiliated, his forehead was bulging, and he said fiercely in Zheng Ke's ear, "Zheng Ke, you wait." I must take revenge!"

"That's it!"

As soon as Park Shenyong walked away, he heard Zheng Ke suddenly shout, so frightened that he almost threw out the vegetable basket in his hand. He hurriedly turned around, but saw Zheng Ke walking to the side of the push, selecting the ingredients he needed.

Whole bastard!

Until Park Shin-yong put the food basket on the counter, his heart was still beating.

"Hey, this chef named Zheng Ke seems to be the last one?"

"I don't know what he wants to cook?"

"I just hope that we don't let us down. ”

"How is it possible? He is one of the top ten masters of Yuanyue, how can he not win against foreigners?"

"I think so too, but Zheng Ke is too slow. ”

"What's the panic, there's still a hundred minutes?

"I hope so, right?"

……

The audience in the stands was full of discussions, and the whole venue was full of discussions, both those who supported Zheng Ke and those who questioned Zheng Ke's cuisine.

At the same time, at the top of the stands, two people stared intently at the big screen, looking at Zheng Ke who walked back to the operating platform.

"Tofu, ham, eggs, lettuce, sesame oil, ......"

A teenager took a general look at the ingredients that Zheng Ke had put on it, thinking about the dishes that Zheng Ke might make.

"Brother Ye, this person named Zheng Ke should be cooking Sichuan food, right?" a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old asked the person sitting next to him.

"Ahh......h Not quite sure what he was going to do. Eh, aren't you from the Oriental School? This shouldn't bother you, right?" the young man surnamed Ye smiled all over his face.

"What's wrong with me being from the Oriental School? But I'm good at Cantonese food, not Sichuan food? If he made Cantonese food, I would have guessed it the first time. The boy looked unconvinced.

Really, underestimated by this bastard again. It's a pity that I accidentally lost to him in the national competition, and I was crushed by him and depressed.

"Don't be angry, even if he cooks Cantonese food, you can't guess. ”

"Impossible! Ye Qiuling, how many times have I told you? In the East, there is no one who has better Cantonese cuisine than me. After all, I'm also one of the 'Eight Pavilions of the East', the 'Yue Pavilion!)" The young man's face turned gloomy.

"Then let's see? Perhaps, he has a chance to cook Cantonese food? You're right, Wang He. Ye Qiuling chuckled.