The early morning sun shone on Zheng Ke's face through the window, warm. Zheng Ke scratched his neck and opened his eyes. Glancing at the paper on the table, it was crumpled, and the font on it had become distorted with the paper.

Zheng Ke didn't know when he fell asleep, he only knew that he slept soundly this night, and when he opened his eyes, he lit up his phone, 9 o'clock.

I'm going, so late?

Zheng Ke hurriedly finished washing, quickly got off the elevator, and found the The-Blue organizer to ask for ingredients.

"10 o'clock! Send me to the kitchen before 10 o'clock. Zheng Ke admonished.

"Ahh ”

"Half an hour to go, come on, I believe you. Zheng Ke gave a thumbs up to the staff.

The staff cried with a sad face, hey, brother, your request is a bit difficult.

Zheng Ke didn't have time to consider other people's feelings, and the preparation time left now was no more than thirty hours, and if you counted the need to rest, it was estimated that it would only be twenty-three or four hours. Not even time to eat.

When he came to the restaurant, he asked for two boiled eggs, plus a cup of milk tea, and after a simple meal, Zheng Ke came to the kitchen he applied for.

As soon as he took out the condiments he used and placed them on the countertop, the staff entered the kitchen with an incubator in his arms.

"Mr. Zheng, the ingredients you wanted. ”

"Thank you. Zheng Ke smiled politely, took the incubator, put it on the operating table, opened it, glanced at the ingredients inside, and frowned.

"That, Mr. Zheng, there is no cod in the hotel, I have already asked people to buy it. The staff quickly explained.

"Well, there aren't enough clams...... Can you buy some more clams back. Zheng Ke asked.

"How much will it take?" asked the staff.

"Ten pounds...... By the way, it must be fresh. I don't want to lose on ingredients. Also, by 12 o'clock, all the ingredients will be delivered. Zheng Ke reminded.

“…… Eh, I see. The staff nodded again and again, and after making sure that Zheng Ke had no other needs, he flew out of the kitchen - he was really afraid that Zheng Ke would stop him again and add other ingredients.

Zheng Ke poured a sink of clean water, poured the clams into the sink, and let the clams spit sand. Then, the other ingredients were taken out one after another.

Wine, milk, butter, lemon, saffron......

After thinking about it all night yesterday, Zheng Ke finally gave up using fish soup because he remembered another dish - the mussel soup he made during the Japanese competition.

Of course, you can make mussel bisque again, but what are the consequences...... It is he who wants to compete with the mysterious Australian player for the remaining 1 spot.

Originally, he also felt that even if he lost this game, it didn't matter. But after Catherine's reminder, he was determined to try to win the match if he could. Otherwise, he really doesn't have enough confidence in the face of Australian players who he has never met before - if he is overshadowed, he will probably be depressed to death.

Considering these, Zheng Ke made up his mind to make a dish that surprised Mu Jiuzhiyuan, and the basis of this dish was mussel soup.

After the clam spitting is over, Zheng Ke pours the clams into the pot, stir-fry them with the shallots, and the thick water vapor continues to rise, then pour in half a bottle of white wine and start simmering.

After a few minutes, Zheng Ke poured the boiling soup into another pot, added saffron and pepper to the soup, and continued to boil.

Zheng Ke needs a thick soup, so when there is still half of the sauce left in the pot, he pours in the milk and stirs while boiling.

The thick fragrance, as the steam continued to gush out, entered Zheng Ke's nasal cavity, and the smell of strong fragrance spread all over Zheng Ke's body.

"That's what it tastes like. Zheng Ke was overjoyed, picked up the soup spoon, scooped a spoonful of thick soup, and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, Zheng Ke's face became extremely ugly, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he spit out the thick soup in his mouth into the sink.

Phew!

Zheng Ke frowned, stuck out his tongue, and there was sand in his mouth and even throat.

After rinsing his mouth with water a few times, Zheng Ke's face returned to normal, and he was almost hurt by the food he made, but where did the sand come from?

Zheng Ke glanced at the clams that had not yet been cooked, and covered his face helplessly. I was crying stupidly to myself - some of the clams did vomit the sand, but there were a few that kept their mouths tightly shut. These clams, which do not open their mouths, open their shells when heated, and the sand inside flows into the soup.

Now that the soup has been boiled, it is completely impossible to strain it.

Zheng Ke shook his head helplessly, this pot is wasted, and he can only boil it again.

Although a dark soup was boiled, Zheng Ke was more confident. The deliciousness of the soup has been on his taste buds for a long time. What are the downsides...... Well, in addition to sand, there is also a strong salty taste.

Tianfang North Garden.

Players from all over Asia have almost all been eliminated, and only two players from Japan are still fighting for the final spot. As a result, the restaurants and lounges are almost exclusively filled with journalists and players from all over Asia.

Yoon so-ri has also become idle after the successive losses of Park Shin-yong and Lee Dong-seong, and her daily work is to update FB based on interviews done by other reporters, and then summarize the reasons for the defeat of the Han Kook players this time.

Just as she was sitting by the window in a daze, a stretch car stopped next to the building, the hotel attendant hurriedly opened the door, and two Westerners got out of the car.

The person walking in front was not too tall, wearing a purple suit, with a Mobi dry head, three studs in each ear, and at the same time, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, he looked fierce, and he was about forty years old.

Behind him was a tall young man with a handsome face and silver-white hair, making him almost the prince charming in the hearts of girls. What's more, he also showed a charming smile to the girls around him from time to time, which made the women scream.

The moment Yin Xiuli saw him, her heart was beating rapidly, and she wanted to talk to the silver-haired young man, but the silver-haired young man didn't stop in the hall at all, and under the escort of four security guards, he and Mobi entered the elevator. At this time, the sensation in the hall finally subsided.

"I wiped it, and even they came. A reporter exclaimed.

"Eh, who are the two of them?" asked Yin Xiuli puzzled.

"You don't even know about them?" the reporter asked in surprise.

Yoon so-ri shook her head, their magazine only cares about the Korean food scene, and if it weren't for the fact that there were two Korean contestants participating in this competition, she wouldn't have deliberately come over.

"The Moby Dry Head is Claire Clark, the 25th best Western gourmet, known as the 'ghost tongue', and the silver-haired young man is the 20th-ranked 'Prince', Ferdinand Turner. ”

2 TOP30 gourmets all at once?

Yin Xiuli frowned, it seems that tomorrow's game will be watched by many people.