In the auditorium of the workers' club, a cooking contest is about to begin.

I saw a man and a woman holding microphones on the stage on both sides, the spotlight hit them, and the music suddenly entered a climax.

"Distinguished leaders, distinguished guests, good afternoon."

"After fierce competition, our food cooking competition has entered the quarterfinals, and now the remaining contestants are the elite of the elite...... I wish them excellent results..."

"Here are the four contestants..."

The host introduced the contestants to the audience, and the chefs and assistants waved to the audience. The venue burst into applause, and the atmosphere gradually became warmer.

Since it was already late in the schedule, the opening procedure was relatively simple. If it is put aside at the opening and closing ceremonies, not to mention anything else, the speeches of the leaders alone will not be able to be taken for two hours.

Next, the host announced the content of today's competition, a total of two items, a cold fight and a hot dish.

The cold spell is vegan, and the contestants choose five to eight kinds of ingredients to make zuò on the spot; The hot dish is based on shrimp as the theme, and the rest of the content is free to play. However, it is important not to use animal and plant raw materials protected by the state, and not to use illegal additives.

The game lasts for one and a half hours, and if the timeout is not completed, the player will be automatically lost.

With the host's order, each chef and his assistant immediately cooperated according to the prior division of labor and got busy nervously.

The cameras above the stage also began to work, looking for the best angle to record the game footage and transmit it to several large LCD screens distributed in the venue, so that the audience could clearly see the detailed operation of the players.

This was what Jiang Yichen was most interested in, and he propped his elbows on the armrests of his seat and watched intently.

The so-called layman looks at the lively, and the insider looks at the door. The contestants on stage are all professional-level chefs. The knife is skillful and exquisite, the technique is fast and accurate, and the understanding of various ingredients is extraordinary. Apparently the result of years of hard work.

In comparison, the kitchen of Dingxiangyuan and Lao Dou and others on Yunsha Island are indeed more than two grades behind, and they can only be regarded as amateurs.

The process of making zuò is quite exciting. More than an hour passed unconsciously, and it didn't make him feel the slightest bit sleepy.

The four groups of contestants all completed their works on time, and the judges tasted and commented on them, and the host announced the scores. Finally, in the cheers and applause of the audience, the contestants bowed and exited.

The host announced the intermission, and after half an hour, the next four groups of players will continue the game.

Spectators got up from their seats and left the venue to buy drinks or go to the bathroom.

"Hey, it's beautiful to look at, and it smells good. It's just not a good mouth. Ma Detao got up and stretched his waist and made a speech on watching the battle.

"When you are qualified to be a judge in the future, then everyone else will have to rush to beg you to eat." Belly round laughed.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned his head to Jiang Yichen and said:

"Oh, by the way, come back with me and introduce someone to you."

"Who?" Jiang Yichen asked curiously.

"You'll know when you get there." The belly is round and squeezed. Sell off. Leaving his seat and coming to the aisle, he turned around and beckoned to Jiang Yichen and the others. Then he walked to the side of the stage.

"What the hell, god babble." Ma Detao was quite dissatisfied.

"Let's go, let's take a look." Jiang Yichen felt that his round stomach didn't seem like a joke, so he followed.

Led by a round belly, the three of them walked along the passage on the side of the stage.

"There's not even a security guard, and it's really lax in terms of security. If a terrorist or something comes out, it will be lively. Ma Detao looked left and right as he walked.

"What are you wondering, can terrorists be interested in cooking competitions? If you want to be a red gorilla, the concert is not far away. Belly Circle retorted.

A few more steps along, you enter the backstage lounge.

There were quite a few people in the lounge, some of them chefs in white overalls. People sat or stood, or gathered together in twos and threes to chat.

Round belly, squinting eyes as he scanned the hall. It didn't take long for the target to be discovered.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao." He said hello and walked to a man sitting in a chair in the left corner with his eyes closed.

This is a middle-aged man with a wide face and big ears, with a red face and a shiny shine. His hands and feet are thick, his body is a little fat, and he looks like he should be in his forties.

Hearing someone say hello, the man opened his eyes and looked at him calmly.

"Oh, it's Mr. Du, how did you get here?" He stood up, facing his stomach round.

"Hey, Mr. Du, listen to more points, just call me Xiao Du. I heard that you made it to the quarterfinals, that's amazing. He said with a big grin.

"It's just a bit of luck." Master Zhao smiled slightly.

"I made a special trip to cheer you on today, and I brought my friends. Hehe. ”

As he spoke, his body moved a step to the side, revealing Jiang Yichen and Ma Detao behind him.

Next, he made introductions to both parties.

Chef Zhao's real name is Zhao Hongsheng, a genuine special third-level culinary technician, and currently serves as the head chef of Jinjiang Fishing Port Restaurant in this city.

In this food cooking competition, he passed all the way to the top eight. Today, as a player in the second half, I am ready to compete in the eight-in-four game.

"Master Zhao, my brother's family runs a fishing farm, and now he wants to get a seafood restaurant and produce and sell it himself. It's just that there is a lack of decent manpower, if there is a chef friend who can help introduce a few successes? Belly Round whispered.

Master Zhao listened, but just said that he could pay attention to it when he went back and see if there was a suitable one.

Jiang Yichen stepped forward and shook hands with Master Zhao, and the two exchanged a few words.

I can't say why, Jiang Yichen's first impression of the chef in front of him is very good, but when they meet for the first time, it is inconvenient to say more, I just wish him a smooth competition and success.

Just as Master Zhao was chatting with Belly Round and the others, on the other side of the rest hall, a man about fifty years old wearing a dark gray striped suit, with a long face and triangular eyes, was watching them closely, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Master Zhao's assistant came over and said that the intermission time was almost over, and the organizing committee asked them to go on the court and prepare.

Jiang Yichen and his belly were round and then said goodbye to Master Zhao, and said that he was waiting to see his wonderful performance.

On the way back, Ma Detao said to the round belly:

"Okay, your kid is quite wild now, and you can know a few people."

He smiled with a round belly, and said that this Chef Zhao was introduced to him at the beginning of the year when he followed his father to accompany the customer to eat, and later due to work needs, he invited himself to go to the Jinjiang Fishing Port Restaurant a few times, and he became familiar with the face when he came and went. (To be continued......)