In the auditorium of the Workers' Club, the semi-finals of the Gourmet Cooking Competition are in full swing.

The competition has reached a critical stage, and everyone wants to go one step further with such a close proximity to the championship. The players on the stage tried their best, and the wonderful scenes continued. The audience also cheered frequently.

However, Jiang Yichen and the others were a little absent-minded, because they didn't know what was wrong with Chef Zhao Hongsheng.

After a while, my round stomach finally couldn't sit still.

"I'll go backstage and take a look." He said a word to Jiang Yichen and the others, then got up and bent down, and walked briskly towards the passage on the side.

After about 20 minutes, my belly was round and I was blushing.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yichen saw that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked.

"Huh, Lao Zhao has an accident in their restaurant." He sat down in his seat with a round belly, gasped for breath, and responded angrily.

Jiang Yichen couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this.

"What's the matter, let someone give it some?" Ma Detao made a bold guess.

"Don't talk nonsense." Belly Round glared at him fiercely, and then told the two of them the news he had just learned from Chef Zhao.

In preparation for the semi-finals, Jinjiang Fishing Port Restaurant ordered a bluefin tuna from a supplier. This is the most valuable species of tuna and is sought after by high-class diners from all over the world, but due to slow growth and overfishing, the number in the ocean is decreasing year by year, and it is difficult to find it in the general seafood market.

This is still Boss Cui's own supply channels in many ways, and it is not easy to find it.

Just this morning, the people from the logistics procurement department went to pick up the goods, but they were told that the bluefin golden gun had been forcibly bought in advance at double the high price, and it was said that some coercive means were used.

It's not clear in the details of the specifics, but that's the case in general.

"Wow, there's such a thing. Boss Cui's supply channel. How would others know? Ma Detao asked in surprise.

"It's not clear, they suspect that there may be a mole and let competitors buy it." Belly Round explained.

"It's unlucky enough, so what should I do? Chef Zhao: Are they ready to abstain? Ma Detao asked again.

"No, Lao Zhao is also a tough temper and refuses to admit defeat. Prepare for. Hey, I can't swallow this breath. The belly round continued.

Those who can make a ghost at this time must be competitors in the arena, but no one will admit it without evidence. And it's clearly not the time to track down the culprits.

After the incident, Boss Cui had to urgently find various suppliers and peers for help, but as expected, the possibility of finding a second one in such a short period of time is simply slim for such a superb product as bluefin tuna.

In the end, it was a lot of trouble. I only got an ordinary yellowfin tuna, which was barely used as the main ingredient for Chef Zhao to participate in the semi-finals.

"It's no different from admitting defeat." Ma Detao shook his head again and again.

Tuna produced in different species and different waters may not be much different in the mouths of ordinary people. However, in the current high-level culinary arena, especially in the face of a few well-informed senior judges with an almost discerning palate, the difference between the quality of ingredients is simply not hidden.

No matter how skilled the chef is, no matter how perfect the handling technique is, it will certainly not be able to fully compensate for the defects of the ingredients. What's more, the opponent is not a general.

So it seems. Defeat is almost certain.

Jiang Yichen was silent, and he intuitively felt that there was something strange in this.

Although the specifications of this culinary food competition are not low. But after all, it is only a municipal-level event, not a provincial-level and national-level event. Most of the participants are from the city's high-end restaurants and restaurants, and there are many time-honored restaurants, although there is commercial competition with each other, but only for a competition ranking or a championship title. Supposedly, it's not enough to do this kind of process, right?

You must know that buying the other party's insiders, coercion, and buying at a high price will take a lot of effort and money to do these things, and if the matter is revealed, it can be said that the character of the person in the industry circle will be greatly damaged and the face will be lost. The cost is quite high. There aren't enough benefits, and I'm afraid few people are willing to do it.

I don't know what the inside story is, it's just speculation.

In addition, at present, I can only watch from the sidelines, and I can't help anything, after all, no one has the ability to immediately get a piece of fresh, high-quality bluefin tuna for Chef Zhao.

Due to the accident, the interest of the three people in watching the game has greatly decreased, and the fierce competition of the players on the stage has become a little boring.

After a while, the sashimi works of the two groups of players in the first half were nearing the end, and the final minor adjustments were being made.

Jiang Yichen stroked his chin with one hand, looked at the large LCD screen on the side of the stage, and suddenly seemed to remember something.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, then bent over to his feet.

"What are you doing?" Ma Detao asked.

"Go to the bathroom." Jiang Yichen responded and walked towards the passage on the side.

"Really, didn't we go together when I came in just now, I can't hold it back for a while, I should go to the hospital for a check-up." Ma Detao muttered quietly.

After about a quarter of an hour, Jiang Yichen returned to his seat.

At this time, the first half of the game has ended and it is time to enter the refereeing stage.

Jiang Yichen's elbows were propped on the armrests, his hands crossed, and he watched the judges taste and comment on each dish intently.

The results of the scoring were announced, and the two players in the first half received high scores of 56 and 58 respectively, and the audience burst into applause.

This score is already quite good, but whether or not you can enter the final depends on the table of the next two players.

Entering the intermission, today the organizing committee invited a popular local male singer to perform on stage, and also brought a group of dancing girls.

The singer's singing and dancing performances were very hard, and the audience was not stingy in applauding.

After the three songs were sung, the artists bowed and left the stage.

Chef Zhao finally appeared on stage and did the final preparations before the competition with his assistants.

Competing with him on the same stage was the No. 47 contestant, Chef Zhang Yunfeng, the representative of Huanglong Seafood City. He was strong and scored the same points as him in the quarterfinals.

Chef Zhao was expressionless, just carefully inspecting every piece of cooking utensils.

"Lao Zhao is quite calm, hey, it's a pity." Ma Detao said, sighing regretfully.

Things have come to this point, and they can still take it so seriously, and their psychological quality and professionalism are really admirable.

"Well, it's time to watch the show."

Thinking of the originally fierce and tense competition, it suddenly became a reading with the prince, dull and boring, and my stomach was round and I was a little depressed.

There were people sitting in the front row again, Jiang Yichen swept his eyes, and it turned out to be the boss Cui who was short and fat and had a rich chin.

I saw him leaning back in his chair, his face pale, and his eyes were dazed. It seems that the blow has been not small.

Jiang Yichen's gaze only stayed on him for a few seconds, then he moved away and turned to the stage. (To be continued......)