As he spoke, he said to Jiang Yan with a somewhat excited expression: "This little master, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, do you know? These two are the strictest anorexics in our center, they have hated any food for five years, and usually only rely on drinking water and nutritional injections to survive, I didn't expect them to fight for your fried tofu today, it really surprises me, by the way, I want to ask, are you the chef of Liu's Restaurant?"

"Yes. Jiang Yan smiled slightly.

"There are many such anorexic patients in our center, and I believe they must also like to eat your fried tofu, I wonder if you can still eat this dish in Liu's Restaurant in the future?"

"Of course, this dish is my first launch, but in the future, this dish will definitely be the signature dish of Liu's Restaurant, and it will be unique, only Liu's. Jiang Yan nodded.

"Then you Liu's restaurant don't mind entertaining some anorexia patients?"

"Our Liu's Restaurant opens its doors to do business, and we will not discriminate against any customers, as long as the person who is willing to come to our restaurant to eat, no matter what his status, is our God. These words were said by Liu Aomei, who rushed down the stands.

"That's really great, I have to tell Dean Sù quickly, those anorexic patients finally have something to eat!" the middle-aged man nodded at Liu Aomei, and then happily pulled the two anorexic patients away.

Liu Aomei is in a good mood, it seems that there is no result in this competition, but she has already pulled orders for the restaurant. And listening to the tone of the middle-aged man, the scale of the anorexia patient is not small.

The number of scales is secondary, the key is that they are anorexic, and it will be spread out in the future, which is much better than how much money is spent on advertising.

After the middle-aged man had left with two anorexic, there was silence in the hall.

Suddenly, someone whispered: "Although Fan Yispoon and Jiang Yan both scored full marks, and the scores are comparable, however, those two anorexics fought for Jiang Yan's fried tofu, and regarded Fan Yiscoop's Buddha jumping over the wall as if it were nothing, I think Jiang Yan should have won this game." ”

"Yes, although Jiang Yan's cooking is simple, even anorexic patients like to eat it, obviously it is better than Fan Yijiao's skills, if he doesn't win, there will be no heavenly reason!"

"Haha, it seems that Jiang Yan's fried tofu is indeed delicious, and I must come here to eat it in the future. If I were a judge, I would definitely judge Jiang Yansheng!"

This kind of judgment Jiang Yan is the voice of today's winner, the more he speaks, the louder he speaks, the more he spreads, one spread ten to hundreds, and in the end, thousands of people in the entire hall are all shouting: "Jiang Yan! Jiang Yan!"

The ten judges were obviously also infected by this voice, and then turned their heads to each other, nodding their heads again and again, and seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.

Seeing that something was wrong, Gao Zhihua ran to the center of the hall angrily, took the microphone and said loudly: "What are you coaxing? The outcome of this game should be judged by the judges according to the fairness and impartiality of the two dishes themselves, not according to the two anorexia patients.

However, his words were obviously not convincing, and he was immediately booed by thousands of spectators who came to the stage.

In the midst of the boos, Na Fan walked up to a judge with an expressionless face, looked at the remaining half of the tofu in his plate, hesitated for a while, and still picked it up and put it in his mouth.

Although Jiang Yan just showed the knife law to him, he sighed to himself, but good knife skills do not necessarily mean that cooking skills are strong, there are a few people whose knife skills are better than his own, and their cooking skills are far inferior to himself.

And what made Fan Yispoon feel even more irritated was that the two anorexic people just now actually used their Buddha jumping over the wall as garbage, but regarded this fried tofu as a treasure.

He was unconvinced, doubtful, and more curious, so he wanted to taste it for himself.

In fact, as a person with superb cooking skills, he must also be a food critic, otherwise, how can people who can't even distinguish between good and bad taste improve their cooking skills?

As soon as the tofu was in his mouth, Fan Yijiao's flat face actually had a rich expression.

At first, he did taste a kind of fish, but soon it was masked by the smell of chicken, but it seemed to smell duck, then he could smell the meat, and finally he tasted it, and there was also a fragrance of tofu.

Chicken, duck, fish, meat and tofu, there are five flavors, Fan Yishu suddenly had a sense of frustration, a small piece of tofu can actually burn five flavors, this kind of cooking skills that turn decay into magic, even if he is named the god of cooking, but he can't do it.

He sighed, walked to Jiang Yan's side, looked at Jiang Yan deeply, and then spoke: "Little brother, your name is Jiang Yan, right? In my opinion, you can turn decay into magic, and your cooking skills have reached the pinnacle, but why haven't I heard of you?"

He looked down on Jiang Yan a little before, but now his tone was actually solemn.

"Hehe, Master Fan, you have won the award, I don't dare to be the peak, I have studied this dish for many years, I didn't expect the effect to be good when it was launched today, with your purpose, if you devote yourself to studying a dish like me, I believe it is much better than I don't know." ”

After all, this is the Taishan Beidou in the culinary world, Jiang Yan doesn't want to tell the truth to hit him, in fact, he has only studied this dish for a few months, and he can't be counted as a chef at all.

Fan Yisco heard Jiang Yan's humility, looked at him deeply again, and nodded: "Jiang Yan, you are young, but you have super high cooking skills, your ability, even if you are the chef of a state banquet, it is more than enough, but you are not arrogant or impatient, it is very rare among young people, I believe that you will have extraordinary achievements in the definition of cooking skills in the future!"

Jiang Yan listened, he was silent on the surface, but he wanted to laugh in his heart, thinking that I am also forcing people to pick up the spatula now, I don't want to take the spatula for the rest of my life, and I will have to take the college entrance examination after a while.

At this time, I heard Fan Yidao say: "So I lost to you today, I am convinced!"

Jiang Yan was stunned, and Liu Aomei, Yao Ruoxi and others on the side were also stunned: Why is this the rhythm of admitting defeat?

The host was also stunned, and then shouted into the microphone: "I heard me right, Fan Yiscoo, who has participated in hundreds of cooking competitions and has never lost and is known as the god of cooking, actually took the initiative to admit defeat to a junior today?"

Fan Yiscoop nodded, then grabbed Jiang Yan's hand and raised it into the air: "That's right, in today's game, I lost, Jiang Yan won!"

In fact, this result was also expected, the audience on the stage suddenly stirred, and the reporters would not waste the opportunity, and the cameras in their hands snapped to shoot this scene.

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