Hangcheng, the provincial capital of Zhejiang Province.

Pan Zhiye took Uncle Shanyu to stay in the hotel provided by the Zhejiang Provincial Chef Association, the organizer of the competition.

The game they will be playing tomorrow will also take place in the square in front of this hotel.

"Yama Yu, the list and information of the players in this regional competition are out, do you want to take a look." Pan Zhiye took a manual and came to Uncle Tai Shanyu's room.

"Is there anyone worth noting?" Uncle Shan Yu stopped and realized the true meaning of the wind.

"It's not difficult." Pan Zhiye casually threw the information over, "Take a look for yourself." ”

"The only thing you have to do in this game is figure out how to crush them." Pan Zhiye patted his head and sighed, "It's a pity that there is not enough time, I only taught you how to cook, but I didn't teach you how to pretend to be forced, this is really a headache." ”

Uncle Shan Yu was silent and flipped through the information.

The first page of the information was written about the time and process of the game, but Uncle Tai Shanyu ignored it directly and continued to flip back.

"Is this the list of participants?" Uncle Tai Shan Yu flipped to a page with a large number of names written on it.

"Ding, congratulations to the player Uncle Shanyu for triggering the follow-up task of the 'Cooking Competition', task requirements: Win the first place in the Zhejiang Provincial Regional Competition of the Chinese Youth Cooking Competition, task reward: 2000 character experience, 500 gold coins, and a chef suit. Acceptable? ”

"It's finally here." The follow-up task of the cooking competition that Uncle Tai Shan Yu had been looking forward to now finally appeared in front of him.

"It turned out to be triggered after confirming that I saw the entry list." Uncle Tai Shan Yu was stunned.

Without hesitation, he accepted the follow-up task of sending experience points, and Uncle Tai continued to look through the details of the competition personnel behind the information.

After turning the page, Uncle Tai Shanyu saw his name and information.

Uncle Shanyu: A native of Rui County, Zhejiang Province, 16 years old this year, an apprentice at the two-star hotel 'Fulai Restaurant' in Rui County, his culinary strength has reached at least the level of a four-star chef, especially good at knife work, and it is said that his knife work is not as good as a five-star chef. In this competition, the strength ranking is the first in prediction, the potential is ranked first, and the comprehensive potential is 9.9.

"This data is all the information collected by the Zhejiang Chefs Association, and the final evaluation is almost 80% accurate in previous years' competitions." Pan Zhiye introduced the information in the hands of Uncle Tai Shanyu.

I have to say that the evaluation of Uncle Tai Shan Yu in this information is very objective, and all the information that Uncle Shan Yu has publicly shown has been collected, and there is no chance for Uncle Tai Shan Yu to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

"It's a pity." Pan Zhiye sighed again and again to Uncle Tai Shanyu, "It seems that you don't have the life of the protagonist." ”

"Huh?"

"Isn't that what is written in novels now?" Pan Zhiye put on the appearance of a senior bookworm.

"If you are the protagonist, all your displayed strength will be automatically forgotten by others, and then you will be ranked at the bottom of this profile because of your age and status as an apprentice in a two-star hotel."

"At this time, a large number of people who eat melons will question your strength and qualifications to participate in the regional competition, or sarcastically whether we Tianhai can't get anyone."

"If you continue to follow this pattern, one or more contestants will come and taunt you. Then you show your cooking skills in front of everyone, beat them and pretend to be successful. Pan Zhiye said eloquently, "Then, when it's time for the official competition, everyone will not know that your cooking skills have defeated the contestants who have provoked you, and they will jump out and taunt you again." ”

"Or, the person you beat happens to be the No. 1 or No. 2 player in this tournament. In order to help his subordinates get revenge, stand up during the game, provoke you in front of everyone or force you to bet with you. ”

"And there will be a lot of that person's brain-dead fans on the scene, and these brain-dead fans will continue to sarcastically mock you."

"In the end, you showed your strong strength in the competition, won the championship in one fell swoop, and became the most dazzling dark horse in this competition, which stunned everyone and made all of them 'shock'."

Uncle Shanyu looked at Pan Zhiye with some surprise, isn't this very similar to some biographies recorded in the travels of Tianxuan Continent, I didn't expect that this routine is also very popular in this game.

Uncle Tai Shanyu couldn't help but sigh, the routine is really terrible, it spans space, time, virtual and reality, as long as there are people, there is its existence. Humans can't stop it anymore.

Continuing to look at it, Uncle Tai found that the second in place had actually reached the strength of a four-star chef.

The next nine are all three-star chefs, and then all of them are two-star and one-star chefs.

In this information, among the three participants in Tianhai City, in addition to Taishu Shanyu ranked first, the other two Feng Rui ranked third, and Du Yunsheng was fifth.

In other words, in the information issued by the Zhejiang Provincial Chef Association, Guangtianhai City accounted for three of the top five.

"Jingle bells." The doorbell rings.

Uncle Shan Yu went to open the door and looked at the person at the door with some surprise, "It's you!" ”

"Can I go in?" Feng Rui had a gentle smile on his face as always.

"Come in." Uncle Shan Yu stepped out of the way.

"Uncle Shi, don't come to harm." Feng Rui looked at Pan Zhiye.

"It's you, is the senior brother okay?" Pan Zhiye sighed and beckoned Feng Rui to sit down.

"My father is in good health, but he misses his uncle a little." Feng Rui replied.

"After so many years, Uncle Shi hasn't let it go?"

"It's easier said than done." Pan Zhiye sighed, "But after Shanyu finishes the finals in the capital, I will return to the division once." ”

The teacher that Pan Zhiye said is not the kind of teacher in the world, but a school of cooking 'Baijialiu'.

This 'Baijialiu' is inherited in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and it is said that his ancestor was a cook in the imperial dining room of the Ming Dynasty Palace, which is equivalent to the chef of the current hotel.

When the Ming Dynasty fell, it escaped a section and lived among the people, creating the 'Baijialiu' kitchen school.

A few decades ago, there was a saying in the Chinese culinary world that 'South Chen and North Zhao', and this 'North Zhao' refers to Zhao Shiwei, the head of 'Baijialiu'.

In this ancient cooking school that has been handed down from time to time, there are all kinds of rules, and ordinary people really can't stand it.

Pan Zhiye, as the son of Zhao Shiwei's good brother, after his parents died unexpectedly, he worshiped in the 'Baijialiu'.

Because Pan Zhiye's father's relationship is deeply loved by Zhao Shiwei, he vowed to train Pan Zhiye to be an excellent chef.

However, at that time, Pan Zhiye was naughty and rebellious, unable to resist the temptation of the outside world, indulging in playing games, reading novels, and playing Go, and neglected his cooking skills.

made Zhao Shiwei grit his teeth in anger at that time, and beat Pan Zhiye well, but unfortunately Pan Zhiye was beaten more and more rebellious at that time.

Pan Zhiye, who grew up in such a bad environment, reached his youth, and after Zhao Shiwei's meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, he left the division alone in a fit of anger.

In the process of wandering, I got acquainted with Meng Shaonan and several people.

In order to prove it to the person in the master's door, Pan Zhiye participated in the competition for the chef of Yunfan Hotel, wanting to use it as a springboard to constantly prove himself.

Just as he was about to compete for the chef of Yunfan Hotel, he got a piece of news.

Zhao Shiwei, the head of 'Baijialiu', passed away.

When he left the division in a negative mood, Zhao Shiwei fell ill with anger, and finally did not survive and fell down completely.

'Baijialiu' also declined at that time because of Zhao Shiwei's death.

After getting the news of Zhao Shiwei's death, Pan Zhiye was full of remorse and gave up competing for the position of chef of Yunfan Hotel.

After seeing Zhao Shiwei's last face, he chose to escape after feeling faceless in the face of his teacher, and lived in seclusion in the Fulai Restaurant opened by a friend, which was more than ten years.