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The preliminaries are coming to an end.

Zou Mingyuan frowned and looked at the time and said, "It's almost time, everyone knows what to do, right?" ”

Xie Anyang quickly stood up and walked around the dozen or so guest judges, whispering in his mouth, and 'deeply' exchanged his thoughts with several guest judges.

A little old man stood up and said, "President Zou, President Xie, don't worry, we know in our hearts, when that kid's porridge is served, we will all give zero points." ”

Another little old lady said: "This is enough, just because of his threat to President Xie, we should give a large number of special approvals, first expose his behavior and ugly character, and let him not get off the stage." ”

"Isn't it fair for us to do this?" A middle-aged judge had a different opinion.

Xie Anyang's face turned cold, "What, Da Liu, do you want to do it against everyone?" ”

Da Liu hurriedly said: "No, I'm just afraid that the audience won't want to, let's be safe." ”

Zou Mingyuan said with a tiger face: "Safe? Da Liu, you are also an old man in the culinary circle, what our industry emphasizes is seniority, respect for the elders of the sages, Xie Anyang is the vice president of the Chef Association, highly respected, a stunned young man, an outsider, who gave him the courage to make him disrespectful to President Xie, his character is not enough, no matter how good his cooking skills are, he can't pass the test. ”

The other judges nodded yes.

"Okay, let's go according to the president's wishes in a while, anyway, he is the last to come to the stage, it doesn't matter if we taste it or not."

"I'm sure I won't taste it, just give him a bad review."

"Drain, let him flow."

No matter what the guest judges say, it has no impact on Wang Gang at all.

At this time, the white porridge had already been boiled, and Wang Gang instructed Jiang Tianyang to turn off the fire and cover all the lids of the crucible, so as to maintain the temperature to the greatest extent.

After everything was done, Wang Gang took the pickle gnocchi provided by the Chef God Competition, well, it was radish gnocchi.

Wang Gang chose a lot of pickled radish.

With a large chopping knife in hand, he is about to start work.

Jiang Tianyang just simply lit the fire in the preliminary competition, he felt a little uncomfortable, walked up to Wang Gang and said: "Master, leave such a trivial matter as cutting pickles to me, I am familiar with this work." ”

Wang Gang shook his head and said: "Lao Jiang, the pickles in the white jade assorted set can't be so simple, you go and get a few spices, I need pepper powder, anime granules, fresh green onion and ginger, dark soy sauce, peanut powder."

Jiang Tianyang was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted that Wang Gang's pickles were not simple pickles. Jiang Tianyang didn't dare to delay, and quickly took several materials according to Wang Gang's instructions, and put them next to Wang Gang in a row.

At this time, Wang Gang moved, and he really did not move like a mountain, moving like a dragon.

The pickled radishes provided by Taihe are all large radishes, very sleek, and it is very simple to cut them individually, basically anyone can do it, but Wang Gang's goal is to provide them in large quantities, which is not a brisk job, the workload is very large, and the time has come to an end, which is simply not enough.

Many of the participating chefs finished the breakfast at hand, and all of them stood aside waiting for the judgment of the guests.

"What else does this man want to do? Is he done? ”

"Well, I think he wants to cut the side dishes, and in ten minutes, he will cut two, not to mention anything else, just his serious attitude is desirable."

"I don't think it's a matter of attitude, since there is not enough time, it is better to put your mind on the porridge, so that the side dishes can be cut out, some people can taste it, some people can't taste it, and it will definitely affect the mood of the score."

"No, it is estimated that he wants to give the main guests a taste, and the audience below who have tickets will definitely not be able to eat it."

"Hey, in the past years of the Chef God Competition, there is no audience to speak in the preliminary round, it is all the main guests who say, this person is a novice at first glance, stunned, doing so much, his quality must not be guaranteed, at best it is the degree of cooking."

"Isn't it just a pickle, it can be compared with ours, what do you pay attention to?"

The discussion is in full swing here, and Wang Gang has started there.

Wang Gang didn't cut them one by one.

He arranged the pickled radishes in several rows and spread them flat on the operating table, and hundreds of pickled radish boards were arranged squarely into a large square.

The chopping knife in Wang Gang's hand flew up and down, forming a knife curtain above the operating table, the blade slashed, and the pickled radish did not move.

Wang Gang's knife dance is very slippery, just like the special effects of the martial arts master in the movie, which is about to make him play.

As soon as he moved, the cameraman hurriedly gave the camera to Wang Gang again, and the audience was once again pulled by Wang Gang.

For a minute, Wang Gang flew up and down.

For five minutes, Wang Gang jumped up and down.

For ten minutes, Wang Gang was engrossed in jumping up and down.

And the pickled radish on the operating table, the skin was not peeled off, and everyone saw Wang Gang playing with a knife with a solemn face over there.

Wang Gang chopped.

Wang Gangche.

Wang Gang.

He played very slippery, but the radish pimples didn't fall off.

Many viewers spit out a mouthful of old blood, and many people fried the pot on the spot.

"Nima, what is this doing, is he treating the Chef Contest as a live acrobatic performance?"

"This blade is playing, I give him full marks, this guy shouldn't be a chef's assistant, he should go to filming."

"The acting is really good, well, after cutting radish lumps for a long time, the hair has not fallen off, this knife work, there is no one in Huaguo several times."

"The God of War is a little too late today, why do I think he's just amusing everyone?"

"Maybe, he may have connotations, judging by this thing's past behavior, he may not be holding back some bad intentions."

"Come on, what are you holding back, didn't you see it yourself, there are so many turnips, has one changed? I can tell that he's just catching the eye. ”

On the guest seat, many people in the food circle were also confused.

What does that mean?

Is this showing off knife work? You just cut us with a knife, don't try to threaten so many people today, isn't it in vain?

Meaningful? But you can't see it on the surface.

Several senior gourmets all stared at Wang Gang, they were thoughtful, but they didn't even understand what medicine Wang Gang was selling in his gourd.

Among the contestants are elites from all over the world, and naturally there are also good knife workers.

Many peers gathered around them to ask questions, wanting to find out what was the mystery of this.

But everyone can't say one, two, three, Wang Gang's knife skills are amazing, yes, but such a big chopping knife, even if it is filmed, the radish pimple has to be filmed, but everyone can see that the radish pimple has not changed at all, which makes it difficult to judge.

The comments on the internet are also confusing, with everything being said.

However, everyone's meaning is obvious, most people think that Wang Gang is a young man who likes to show off, and he wants to win attention by taking forms, maybe he has watched too many Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, and he is pursuing some ethereal artistic conception and grandstanding.

Wang Mei also covered her face and didn't dare to see anyone, is this his own brother? Isn't it just to cut a pickle, who doesn't know that your kung fu is good, no matter how good your kung fu is, cutting a pickle will not be like this, you are cutting, after a long time, your pickle is cut out.

Yang Jie sighed and said: "Forget it, Brother Gang is playing with moths again this time, anyway, the porridge has been cooked, it doesn't matter if there are pickles or something, his strength is not cooking, I think I'm thinking too much." ”

Han Dong said with a smile: "Maybe, Xiao Wang likes to play blockbusters, until the end, who knows what flowers he can play, I think it's better to hold on, don't make him fall out of his eyes for a while." ”

Finally, under everyone's attention, Wang Gang's blade stopped.

Well, he's starting to add all sorts of spices to the turnip lumps.

The action is as good-looking as ever, all kinds of noodles, all kinds of soup, one by one on the radishes, he shot like the wind, not taking away a trace of clouds.

Many eyeballs were attracted by Wang Gang again, everyone was counting on Wang Gang to play an amazing contrast, and many people were waiting to sigh loudly, but the reality gave everyone an old punch and smashed it directly on everyone's chest.

Yes, turnip pimple is still turnip pimple, there is no change at all.

Many people were dumbfounded.

Han Dong was also choked, he was still helping Wang Gang speak just now, and what else did he say Wang Gang likes to be a blockbuster, he likes contrast, no, the contrast value is really not small, and the radish pimple has not changed at all.

Wang Mei and Yang Jie also widened their eyes.

They just hollowed out their brains, and they couldn't figure out where Wang Gang's radish pimple was good.

Many people finally couldn't hold back anymore and scolded one after another.

"Oh, you bastard, you've been playing for so long, let's just watch this, if you have it, I will too."

"Turnips, pimples, well, do you want us to hold the turnip pimples for a while? This taste must be endless. ”

"Hahaha, this brain-dead, I can see from his turnips, this thing is just a juggler, what kind of stuff, I don't think his porridge is much better?"

"This guy is the best acrobatic player in the chef world, there is no one, just him, it is estimated that in the acrobatic circle, he is also a wonderful,. Oops, my stomach hurts from his laughter. ”

"I don't expect his porridge anymore, hey, for the sake of my hunger, I'll barely eat a bowl for a while, well, maybe I can hold a radish pimple and nibble on it."

"Knock Knock"

A melodious bell rang.

The ringing of the bell means that the preliminaries of the Chef Contest have arrived, and everyone has stopped what they are doing and is looking forward to the comments of the judges and guests.

The audience and the people who eat melons don't care about paying attention to Wang Gang's goods, the food is here, and everyone is ready to eat.

At this time, the referee of the competition shouted with a loudspeaker: "Players, when the time is up, please stop what you are doing, the players who continue to operate will be deemed to have automatically waived, and now the scoring begins." ”

Because this is the preliminaries, the time is too early, and there is no host in the strict sense, and after the preliminaries are determined by the top 30, various activities will be launched, and the opening ceremony will also be held in the subsequent time period, and Taihe's advertisements are also rushing to the last two games.

After the referee announced, the players began to comment on the stage in order.

This comment is very particular, each contestant has a trolley cart, put the food they make on the dining car, there is a basket under the dining car, the main guests hold a 500-point ticket in their hands, and the audience has a one-point ticket in their hands.

Everyone pushes the cart and walks over, whoever likes to eat will taste it, and if it is delicious, it will be given a ticket, and if it is not delicious, it will be pulled down.

The final scoring is also based on the number of votes in the personal basket as a voucher, the one with the highest ticket is promoted, and the one with the fewer votes, hehe, see you in ten years. (To be continued.) )