I saw that in the auditorium, the solemn atmosphere had been dissipated in the air with a cheerful music. The lights flickered suddenly, and the curtain on the rostrum was lowered, temporarily covering the high platform. A total of six doors opened on both sides of the auditorium, and after a few moments, people entered the hall one after another, looking for seats to sit.

Senior Brother Jiang seemed to see Shang Huaiyan's doubts, and said: "After all, it is a play-off competition for the public, in addition to the live broadcast on the TV station, an invitation letter has also been released to invite the chef community and people related to the chef industry to participate. ”

Shang Huaiyan nodded clearly.

In the next second, he found that the gold medal winner of the King of Chef Competition, who had just been told to leave by Senior Brother Jiang, was mixed in the crowd again, walked in casually, and chose a position farthest away from Senior Brother Jiang to exchange tickets with people.

Shang Huaiyan: "......" What is the pain.

Senior Brother Jiang next to him sneered, and after a moment, he sighed inexplicably.

After the crowd was seated, the lights began to flicker again, alternating several times, and finally, more than half of the lights were shining in the direction of the rostrum!

At this time, the falling red velvet curtain was slowly pulled up again.

I saw that on the high platform, three groups of mobile stoves were arranged in three directions, and they were three-legged with each other; After the stove, the three contestants were a little nervous in the face of the overwhelming audience!

The lights are on at the moment.

The host stood on the high platform with a smile on his face, and once again said in his majestic and powerful voice:

"Hello to all the guests and the audience in front of the TV! The quadrennial King Chef Play-off is once again with you! This time, we have the strongest gatekeeper ever! This time, we have a youthful challenger! This time, among the three challengers, who can stand out and get the final one-

"A chance to be the king of kings!!

"Now, I announce the start of the first game of the King of Chef Challenge play-offs!

"The title of the first competition is: Stir-fried river shrimp!"

The lights are all in focus.

Yi Baitang felt his heart beating violently in his chest for the first time in a long time.

The senses, the blood, the nerves, all the functions of the body were touched, and the attention changed from a radiating spider web to a needle point, the tip nailed into his hands.

Pick, shell, starch, chill and bring the shrimp back to room temperature, and finally put the processed shrimp in the pan.

Forty-five minutes later, the three of them finished their dishes one after another.

At this time, the master of ceremonies came to the stage, brought the dishes made by the three of them to the backstage, sorted them, and divided them into No. 1, 2 and 3, which were served to all the guests present.

At least 100 guests were present.

The guests tasted three dishes, and then selected one of them according to the taste, voted for their own part, and the voting was counted on the spot, and the results were immediately announced, and the whole process only took ten minutes!

The dishes were divided into Shang Huaiyan and Senior Brother Jiang's layer.

Shang Huaiyan looked at the three small petal white porcelain plates placed on the blue peony plate, which happened to be gathered into the shape of a flower. In the white porcelain plate, three small shrimps are lined up, and the numbers for voting are still sandwiched on the edges. In addition, there are chopsticks and mouthwash on a large porcelain plate, so you can enjoy all kinds of delicious dishes.

Shang Huaiyan picked up chopsticks and tasted three portions of shrimp each.

Without much discernment, he quickly picked out the one he was most satisfied with and voted for it.

The actions of a qiē are carried out in silence.

Except for the sound of cups and plates clashing, there were only a few scattered conversations that flashed away like meteors.

With a mechanical sound, a huge monitor was lowered on the high platform, and in the display, the names of Yi Baitang, Jiang Xue, and Kong Haolin appeared on the big screen, and then, the three columnar vote charts quickly counted the background results.

The statistics are in!

Of the three histograms, two are almost equal, and one of them jumps high!

All three contestants had their backs to the big screen.

And the host, the guests, and the audience in front of the TV all saw the statistical results at the same time.

The results of the first game have already appeared.

"Now-" the host shouted, "turn around in unison, the holder of the ticket to the king of kings has been revealed, and it has fallen-"

Yi Baitang and the three turned around together.

The stage spotlights dimmed.

A spotlight flashed on.

The bright white light followed the rousing melody "Knock Knock" and then fell on one of them.

"The first game of the King of Chef play-offs, the winner is—"

"Easy! White! Wild plum! ――”

Applause rang out.

The guests present raised their hands and expressed their gratitude and expectation to the chef who made the food that impressed.

In the crowd, Shang Huaiyan and Senior Brother Jiang laughed and applauded together.

Shang Huaiyan said: "I didn't expect the next game to be like this, I originally thought it would be a little stricter." ”

Senior Brother Jiang: "This is what the teacher meant. Originally, I suggested that the teacher would accept the award separately at the end, but the teacher refused. ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Oh? ”

Senior Brother Jiang: "Maybe for teachers, the honor on the road of life is enough. He prefers to leave the last, most important, and most memorable ritual to others. ”

Shang Huaiyan: "Ask a question. ”

Senior Brother Jiang: "Say? ”

Shang Huaiyan: "The first game is over, during the break, can I go backstage to see our little junior brother?" ”

Senior Brother Jiang emphasized expressionlessly: "Little Senior Brother is mine. ”

But he did not refuse Shang Huaiyan's request.

Of course, he followed Shang Huaiyan to the backstage.

At this moment, the three contestants have returned to the backstage.

Away from the lights and crowds, the other two players who lost the game couldn't make too many expressions, they walked quickly all the way to the lounge, and grabbed the staff as soon as they entered the lounge, and asked in unison: "Is there any food left from the other two people, I want to taste it!" ”

Staff: "This ...... This is not in line with the requirements. ”

The little fat man suddenly became angry: "You take out the competition discipline book and point out the requirements to me to see which regulations are not met!" ”

The staff was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, at this time, Senior Brother Jiang had already come in with Shang Huaiyan, and Senior Brother Jiang nodded to the staff first: "You go down, I will be responsible here." Then he said to the little fat man, "Although there is no rule in the entry book, but generally speaking, the chef competition will not leave the dishes of the two sides after the selection is over—after all, we can only obey the majority in the subjective matter of artistic taste." ”

That's right.

The little fat man's voice suddenly lowered an octave, and he became a lot more aggrieved: "But during the Chef Competition, you also let us taste each other's dishes." ”

Senior Brother Jiang was indifferently proud: "That's because we dare to be the first in the world, and we always insist on constantly reforming the system and constantly innovating tastes." ”

After speaking, he said: "And this time you are lucky, there is indeed a little left of the three plates of dishes." ”

When the words fell, Shang Huaiyan walked out from behind Senior Brother Jiang, and the remaining three plates of fried shrimp were held firmly in his hand.

In just eleven or twelve minutes, the dish is still at its most palatable.

The freshness of the river shrimp and the fragrance that overflows with the temperature are intertwined together into a hooking net, which quietly seals off the surroundings.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the shrimp in Shang Huaiyan's hand.

And Shang Huaiyan took advantage of their inattention and winked at Yi Baitang.

The make-up table in the lounge was sorted out as a dining table.

Not only did the little fat man and Jiang Xue desperately want to taste Yi Baitang's food, but Yi Baitang was not opposed to tasting the food that could increase his self-confidence before the real game came. But the winner is not as eager to chase the reason for victory as the loser is to the reason for defeat, so Yi Baitang stayed aside and gave up the position in front of the dish to the other two.

The little fat man took the chopsticks, aimed at Yi Baitang's dish at the first glance, and picked up the dish and put it in his mouth for the second time.

He only ate this one bite.

After one bite, he dropped his chopsticks and walked away in despair.

Jiang Xue was a step slower, she didn't taste Yi Baitang's dishes immediately, but first went to taste the dishes of the little fat man who got the same number of votes as herself.

Flavor...... Very good.

As good as your own.

It's weird, even the taste is pretty much the same.

I and the little fat man should have their own preferred ways of cooking, why do they even taste the same...... It must be because I've eaten that one's stir-fried river prawns before. The stir-fried river prawns were so impressive to them because ...... Really, it's so delicious.

So have been trying to reproduce it.

So on the field of this game, the two of them got about the same number of votes, maybe everyone thinks that the two of them cook the same kind of dish.

But...... But until now, Jiang Xue doesn't feel that she or the little fat man is not delicious!

So she turned her eyes and stretched out her chopsticks to the third plate on the scene, which was the dish made by Yi Baitang.

She took the shrimp and put it in her mouth.

With her first experience, she was able to taste that there was no seasoning added to this stir-fried river prawn that they didn't add, and it wasn't too different from them in terms of heat and steps.

But there is an indescribable difference.

This difference is like whether chili peppers are added to the dish, or whether monosodium glutamate is added to the dish, and whether salt is added to the dish.

This difference made their originally good imitation, and the originally delicious food suddenly turned into a clumsy imitation.

This plate of stir-fried river prawns, like the one they first tasted, can instantly make all the dishes they have tasted in the past a little less flavorful.

“…… What is it? Jiang Xue bit her lip and asked unwillingly, "What is more in your and that master's dishes than us?" ”

"Probably," Yi Baitang said, "it's 'heart'." ”

One after another people left the lounge, and in the end, only Shang Huaiyan stayed with Yi Baitang.

Yi Baitang sat at the table and ate a bite of the little fat man's shrimp and another bite of Jiang Xue's shrimp.

Exactly the same taste.

A weakened version of the taste of the Great Demon King.

Both of them are trying their best to imitate the Great Demon King...... This is also unavoidable. Yi Baitang carefully analyzed. After all, even if you don't count the cheat of the 'heart' mode, the Great Demon King is also striving for perfection in the allocation of heat and taste, there is no best, only better.

However, the taste of these two people is not too unpleasant.

Yi Baitang habitually continued to analyze.

The little fat man's shrimp has a feeling of jumping, and he has chewed it several times, and he can still have the illusion of shrimp beating in his mouth; Jiang Xue's is lukewarm, with the illusion of shrimp swimming in her mouth.

"Quite talented......" Yi Baitang muttered to himself.

"What?" Shang Huaiyan was strange.

"Nothing." Yi Baitang put down his chopsticks and was careless, "They are all imitating the Great Demon King, whether it is the ingredients, the heat, or that vague feeling, that heart ......"

Speaking of this, a nerve suddenly was teased in his mind, and the veil that had been shrouded in his mind for a while was withdrawn, Yi Baitang had a flash of inspiration, and finally understood what he had always felt was wrong in the recent past-

"By the way, they're imitating, and I'm imitating......"

He muttered to himself:

"They imitate the ingredients and the heat, and I imitate the old man's heart......"

"But how can you win by blindly imitating?"