"Yes, that's it."

Pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, Chairman Liu said regretfully, "Actually, Mr. Ziming won't tell you anything, and the six of us have also made a big argument about whether to let you advance. Among them, I think you should be promoted, after all, your strength is here, and it would be a pity to eliminate you. ”

Speaking of this, Chairman Liu sighed lightly, "But several other judges think this is not good, after all, we are a Chinese food competition, and the dishes you serve are all Western food without exception...... If you do make the cut, we're going to ........ Maybe it won't be able to do it anymore, and it may become a place for ridicule. After all, a Chinese food competition allows a Western-style chef to pass ....... It's not good. ”

Standing up, Chairman Liu bowed to Ziming, who was already petrified, "I'm sorry Mr. Ziming, although your cooking skills are indeed perfect, we really can't help it, I hope you can understand." ”

Seeing that Ziming looked like he had lost the whole world, Chairman Wang comforted him with a smile and said, "Master Lu, you don't have to be so angry, and you don't have to be so frustrated, after all, with your strength, you can afford to be the god of cooking wherever you go!" And we're just a little game, so we don't bury your talent, right? ”

Dongfang Qing also smiled and looked at Zi Mingdao, who was trembling all over, "Master, do you think this is good?" As compensation, I would like to invite you to host at our hotel for a month. Don't worry, I'll introduce you to the owners of the star-rated hotels in the province, and of course, if you don't like Chinese food, I also know the chefs of several Michelin-starred restaurants in the city, and you can also host there. Please don't be too upset. ”

To be honest, if you change to another chef, you will definitely lose the game and win your life now, but ....... Ke Ziming is not an ordinary chef! If he really wanted to be a kitchen god, he would have left eight hundred years earlier, so why had he stayed in the Demon Party until today?

But in Dongfang Qing's opinion, for a figure like Ziming, if he loses this kind of small competition, he will lose, it's not a big deal, anyway, he is also a god of cooking, where can't he take a championship to play?

However, for Ziming....... Nima: I really can't get fucked in the first round! Otherwise, I would be so easy to be dragged back by my young master to feed the blood servants!

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At this moment, listening to the explanations of the judges, Ziming was completely wilted, and he couldn't even let out a fart.

His eyes were blank and empty, staring at his hands and muttering, "Chinese food? Celestial Empire traditional cuisine? No one told me...... Everyone said that it was the cooking competition that asked me to cook and win the championship, but they didn't mention it....... This, how can this Nima still have hard and fast rules! ”

Ziming's eyes once again burst into tears, standing in front of the judges, the God of Good and Evil Kitchen put down his pride and pleaded bitterly.

"Judges, can you discuss it? Again, give me another chance! I, I can't lose, I'm the hope of our whole race! I really can't be eliminated in the first round! Although I don't cook Chinese food, I ....... Oh yes, the cooking competition, this is a cooking competition, everyone is comparing cooking! ”

As if he had grasped some life-saving straw, Ziming stared at his big myopic eyes, and pleaded at the position two meters above President Liu's head and said, "Let me do it again, judges, the cooking competition is all about strength, and you can't strangle a young man with a great future in the cradle just because you make the wrong dish!" ”

Ziming ran to Judge Li, who had just been grabbed by the collar and was about to fight the tooth sacrifice, grabbed someone's hand, and burst into tears.

"Give me another chance! President Liu, this time I will definitely be able to come up with a ...... that meets your requirements."

Before Ziming finished speaking, Master Li Fatzi, who was in a daze, also came to his senses, and hurriedly jumped to his feet and shouted, "Judges, then you have to give me a chance, right?" You also know my strength, it can't be that bad, let me redo it again! ”

Looking at Master Li Fatzi, who saw the stitches, Chairman Liu couldn't help but look at Ziming who was begging in front of him in embarrassment, "Mr. Ziming, you have also seen it, if we really give you another chance because of your strength, then wouldn't Master Li have to do it again?" Isn't there no competition in this group at all? I'm sorry Mr. Ziming, as the judges of this group of competitions, we really ....... Oh yes, Mr. Ziming, there is still a chance to resurrect after the second round, you ....... Let's prepare for the repechage. ”

Hearing the final verdict of the judges, Ziming sat down on the ground with a buttocks.

His eyes were blank, and he stared blankly at the crystal chandelier above the venue, with endless sadness in his eyes......

Lost...... That's how I lost.......

It's over, I've really been fed blood now.......

Anyway, my cow has blown out, and I told the young master that the champion of the cooking competition, including the holy utensils, is a small thing to sprinkle water, but now, but now...... I was eliminated in the first round! I, how should I face my father and ancestors! Moreover, and the young master's side .......

Wait, that's shooting yourself in the foot, right? If I don't do something to that fat man, maybe, maybe I can still .......

At this time, before he had time to be more sad, Ziming suddenly felt a terrifying momentum fall on him.

Turning his head slightly, looking at Luo Wen, who was beside him with a blue face and fierce eyes that were about to peel him alive, Ziming trembled, and subconsciously wanted to run, but was grabbed by the back collar by Young Master Luo Wen.

Hooking Ziming's trembling shoulders, Young Master Luo Wen's face like a hellish demon appeared in front of Ziming, who was trembling.

"Dear Mr. Good and Evil Chef, don't you have anything to say to me, foolish lamb?" Young Master Luo Wen's expression was hideous, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and he vividly interpreted the image of a purgatory ghost called a blue-faced fang.

"Less, young master...... You, can you listen to me explain? I, I really don't know, and you didn't tell me that you have to cook Chinese food in the Chinese food competition, and I rarely cook Chinese food, young master, this accident may not only be ......"

Listening to the weak explanation of the God of Good and Evil Cooking, Young Master Rowan smiled, hooked Ziming's shoulder, and the laughing thief Lala was happy, "Yes, I did it wrong, it was my stupid lamb who didn't tell you that the Celestial Empire competition is not allowed to cook Western food!" Hehe, Mr. Chef, I was wrong, do you want to kill me to vent your anger? ”

Ziming looked at his young master in fear and swallowed softly.

"Young master, can you, can you lighten it?"

Young Master Rowan smiled and nodded, "Yes." ”

After that, Young Master Luo Wen, who was holding on not to get angry, waved his hand to Abel and them, "Come on, pull me down and beat me, beat me hard!" ”

Abel and Andrea hurriedly dragged Ziming down, and added an old fist. There's no way, the young master said that he had to fight, so he had to fight....... And Ziming, you, you also deserve it.......

Seeing that Ziming was dragged by Abel and them to be beaten, Young Master Luo Wen, who had mixed feelings, also lowered his head and silently walked back to the chef's workbench on his side.

Yes, Young Master Luo Wen, who has always held his head high, has never raised his head after the results of the cooking competition were announced, and as for Tang Seng and their side, Young Master Luo Wen didn't even dare to look at it.

Shame on you! Shame on you!

Round 1....... He was eliminated in the first round! This, this, I'm still going to see Carl's jokes? What else can I do to admire Karl's sad expression?

Mom, if I didn't know that there was another chance to resurrect, I would have tore that bastard Ziming alive!

Yes, no one told him that he had to cook Chinese food for the game, but, but you don't think for yourself, do you? Wouldn't you look up the rules of the cooking competition on the Internet yourself? Do you ......

Young Master Rowan couldn't defend anymore, so he had to pat his head with hatred in the end.

Damn, I'm going to have to eat those bastards when I go back!

Pao: "??? ”

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Because there were a lot of accidents in this group's competition, President Liu and Dongfang Qing discussed it and decided to explain the results of all the people in the group carefully to avoid any trouble in the future.

"Although this competition adopts a scoring system, the score of each player must remove the highest score and the lowest score of one of our six people, and the score of the remaining four people takes a median value to be everyone's final score."

President Liu looked at Mr. Wang Jingchang of the Jiufeng Hotel, "Mr. Wang's total score is 49, which is 17 points for porridge, 8 points and 9 points for two hot dishes, 8 points for cold dishes, and 7 points for desserts. ”

After speaking, Chairman Liu looked at Master Li Fatzi again, "As for Master Li, the total score is only 28...... They are 0, 6, 7, 7, 8. ”

Hearing that his porridge scored zero points, and that his scores for other dishes were not high, Master Li Fatzi wanted to cry without tears, so he had to continue to wonder why his carefully cooked porridge became so unpalatable?

"And the Shanghai Port Hotel....... Mr. Ziming, in fact, your score was originally a perfect score, yes, sixty, all of us gave a full score to each of your dishes, but the reason I have said before is that you have no score....."

After being punched twice by Abel, he squatted silently on the ground, with his back to everyone's good and evil gods, and waved his right hand weakly at this moment, indicating that you don't say it, this knife after another is really unbearable......

"Tianlong Hotel ......." looked at him, his big eyes blinked, obviously waiting for himself to praise their eldest Miss Yiyi, President Liu smiled and said, "The total score is thirty, and the bowl of porridge made by Yiyi is indeed impeccable." But because the appearance is not very good-looking, after all, our evaluation of a dish is to be scored from three aspects: color, flavor, etc., so unfortunately, Yiyi's porridge only scored 18 points. ”

The eldest lady bowed cutely and smiled, "It's okay Aunt Liu, people already know that they can get this score, thank you uncle and aunt for your encouragement and support, they will continue to work hard!" ”

Looking at Miss Yiyi, who clenched her little fists cutely, the judges all smiled slightly, what a cute child.

"Although Yiyi's porridge is perfectly cooked, the rest of your group's scores are very average, the barbecue is fine, and it gets seven points, and the rest of the cold dishes and the fried egg ...... Cold dishes are three points, fried eggs are only two points, dessert....... Alleged violations, no points. ”

President Liu looked at the eldest lady kindly and said, "So it is all luck that you can pass this time, listen to Auntie's words, find a few reliable assistants in the next round, otherwise you will be dragged down." ”

Tang Seng and Wei Sling, who were labeled as a drag by President Liu, looked at each other, and then Elder Tang pushed Lao Wei, "Foreign devil, the poor monk has one more point than you." ”

"Why don't you compare with Brother Maozi?"

"Can't compare......"

Hearing Chairman Liu's sincere advice, the eldest lady shook her little head, and a lovely smile appeared on her jade-like face.

"It's okay, Aunt Liu, even if someone's assistant is wasteful, they will definitely be able to win the championship of this competition!"

President Liu was slightly stunned, and then smiled lightly, saying that the child is really young, but it is very good and energetic.

And Master Li Fatzi on the other side, after listening to the eldest lady's scores, now really wants to lie on the ground and shout "Nima!" three times! ”

Nima is two points away! Nima: I'm two points away from getting to the next round! This, this Nima.......

Master Li Fatzi looked at his hands with tears in his eyes, "My porridge is zero points, which means that the score difference between me and Tianlong was eighteen at the beginning, but in the end, they actually won our two points?" God, what the hell did I lose to the crowd......"

Yes, just like Master Li thought, the difference between him and Tianlong had reached eighteen, and there was no hope of turning over. But as a result, the eldest lady finally defeated Master Li Fatzi, who had a narrow advantage of two points, and the main course was zero.......

At this moment, Master Li Fatzi knelt on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and shouted, "God has no eyes!" And Ziming, who was squatting not far from him, silently drawing circles on the ground with his back to everyone was suddenly stunned.

Because he suddenly remembered what President Liu had just said to the eldest lady.

Impeccable porridge perfect?

Thinking about the strange bowl of black porridge he had tasted before, or the dirty water, Ziming's brows furrowed more and more.

Wait, why does it always feel like something isn't quite right? Yes, that bowl of porridge must be very difficult to eat, it can't be any more, hey, why does it suddenly have a sense of déjà vu? Why do I always feel like this scene in front of me is so ...... Wait a minute!

Thinking of this, Ziming instantly widened his eyes.

I, I'll go, no, won't it? My abilities really won't be ........