By the time the International Chef Exchange Contest began, it had become cold. The Haicheng Hotel, which is usually full of cars and horses, has become full of people, the parking lot is full, the door is crowded, and reporters can be seen going back and forth in the crowd from time to time.

Gong Baorou is a special passage that follows Sun Fugui, just got out of the car, and the flash lights make the eyes see almost all white.

"Mr. Sun, can you tell us about the purpose of this exchange competition, is it really just to communicate?"

"Mr. Sun, I heard that the foreign chefs who came this time have had festivals with our domestic chefs before, right?"

"Do you have confidence in this exchange competition?"

The overwhelming problems almost made Gong Baorou unstable, but fortunately, he was also a person who had seen the world in his previous life, so he didn't make a fool of himself. However, this is probably also related to the fact that reporters basically ignored her.

Sun Fugui dealt with the reporter casually, and took Gong Baorou to fight his way out of the crowd.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao!!" The reporter saw that he couldn't catch up with Sun Fugui, so he quickly turned his head to find the one behind.

Gong Baorou quietly looked back, Mom, what kind of middle-aged people who were still graceful in the car just now are being squeezed into. Wiping a sweat in her heart, Gong Baorou knew how much attention this exchange competition had received.

Entering the hotel, Gong Baorou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The current layout of the Haicheng Hotel has been changed, the originally large hall has been expanded, and the compartments on both sides have been opened, presumably to accommodate more audiences. The spectator seats are separated, and hundreds of square meters of space are reserved in the middle for the competition venue.

The hall was bustling with chefs from all over China. In fact, it is said that it is an international chef exchange competition, except for those foreigners who make up the numbers, everyone knows in their hearts that this is a competition between Yuan Chengde and Chinese chefs.

Yuan Chengde, who has malicious intentions towards the motherland, is bent on maintaining the orthodox domestic chef, which is actually a battle of honor. If Yuan Chengde wins, he will inevitably publicize that the skills of Chinese chefs are just like that, and Huaxia's reputation in the food industry does not match, and this time it will affect the chef industry of the entire country. On the contrary, if the Chinese chef wins, it will inevitably promote that Huaxia is the first country in the world in terms of cuisine, which will hit Yuan Chengde's international prestige hard.

Either you die or I die, there is no third result.

Soon, the morning game will begin. As an appetizer, in the morning it is actually a competition for the younger generation of chefs in China, and the opponent is Yuan Chengde's disciple, Xiao Wenye.

Yuan Chengde has long been out of Huaxia, I don't know if Xiao Wenye is not. Gong Baorou thought to herself. In fact, Gong Baorou especially didn't want Xiao Wenye to leave Huaxia in her heart, not to mention that he was born and raised in China, but it was a pity that such a talented chef went abroad.

At nine o'clock, the game started on time. The audience was full of people, and the young chefs who participated in the competition stood in the middle, facing the judges' seats. The judges were all respected old chefs, and Yuan Chengde was among them, smiling, as if he couldn't see the indifference of the people around him. In the middle, next to each chef is a long table with all the tools on it.

Gong Baorou looked at Xiao Wenye through the crowd, and in a trance, it seemed that she had returned to the original game with him. Xiao Wenye seemed to feel something, and looked sideways. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, staggering their gaze.

Xiao Wenye has changed, and so has she. I once lost myself, and I lost inexplicably, but this time, it may not be.

Gong Baorou forcibly didn't look up, because she knew that there was still a person sitting in the judges' seat, a person she used to admire the most. Li Haoying.

Li Haoying, who is already past the age of old, is exactly the same as Gong Baorou's memory, but at this moment, Gong Baorou lacks the apprehension and surprise in her heart, but she doesn't know how Li Haoying feels in her heart. At that time, Li Haoying's denial made Gong Baorou almost collapse at that time, and the ugliest thing in her life was that moment.

The host did not gag like other competition hosts, but was very strict, Gong Baorou heard that there was even a TV station broadcasting, but I didn't know if it was true or not.

"The rules of the competition are as follows, each contestant has three hours to compete, the competition ends at 12 o'clock, and the earliest time to submit works is 11 o'clock. The topic of the competition is self-proposed, the content is not limited, the materials are not limited, and the materials are prepared by the contestants. The scoring rules are as follows, the judges score, 10 points, the judges will write the score on the score board in front of them, and the recorder will record it, accounting for 50% of the total score. Audience rating, 10 points, we will randomly select 10 viewers to taste and score, the draw note will be placed in a semi-sealed box, randomly selected by the host, the number recorded on the note is the number written on the admission ticket of the audience, please be sure to read carefully......"

After a few minutes of bits and pieces of speech, Gong Baorou saw that the chef had already opened his package and began to dig things out, and all kinds of untimely materials appeared. Gong Baorou also found that the existing chef brought all kinds of jars and jars, and it was estimated that there was a secret weapon inside, and the reason why it was stipulated that the work must be submitted after eleven o'clock was also because he was worried that someone would let others guess in advance and turn it in as his own. In two hours, how delicious the dish will begin.

Gong Baorou also thought about it after it was done, and then I felt that the eggplant may also have some defects, that is, it is a pickled vegetable, not a freshly made dish that can show the flavor. This is estimated to be a bit discounted on the score. But fortunately, she also has a countermeasure.

Because most of the whole dish has been cooked, Gong Baorou is very calm, and even has time to look around.

Xiao Wenye took out a small jar, which looked well sealed, because it was a little far away, and it was not clear what he had poured out. There is also a chef who actually took out precious ingredients such as abalone and dried scallops, how does it feel like making a Buddha jump over the wall, this is not an easy dish.

After patrolling around, there were many strong opponents, and Gong Baorou withdrew her gaze and began to cook her own dishes with peace of mind.

Because eggplant is a pickled vegetable, it is naturally better to choose the same as a side dish, which can not only highlight its taste, but also make up for its own shortcomings of being too simple. A seaweed jade porridge couldn't be better.

Of course, the side dish should not have meat, otherwise it will rob the flavor of the eggplant, unless it is also made with chicken, but that cannot highlight the characteristics of the eggplant. Seaweed jade porridge is light and fragrant, which can not only neutralize the heavy taste of eggplant, but also highlight the umami, and the vegetables in it are added to the refreshing characteristics. Gong Baorou is sure that she can make the eggplant table better under its backdrop