The whole process didn't take long, and when she walked out with four small bowls, the chubby young man just stopped, and followed Shen Jinchu to the central judging table.

"Nos. 87 and 88," the staff member numbered, "you can serve the dishes to the four judges." ”

The chubby young man glanced at Shen Jinchu, took the lead and said, "I'll come!" ”

A plate of black pepper beef tenderloin was placed in front of several judges, and the judge sitting in the first place looked at the color of the dish, and his expression was very flat: "The appearance is acceptable, taste the taste." ”

Seeing that the four judges picked up the beef and put it in their mouths, the slightly chubby young man swallowed his saliva, his expression a little nervous.

The first judge chewed twice, then turned his head and spit into the trash: "The taste is slightly old." ”

The second gargled after spitting: "Put too much pepper." ”

The third took a sip of the sauce on the beef, and said with a disgusted expression: "What the hell is this?" ”

Only the last of the four praised him a few words: "The side dishes are good, salty and moderate, acceptable." ”

After listening to the evaluation of the last judge, the chubby young man's face finally softened a little, and he stood in place with his head down, quietly waiting for the final result.

The fourth judge looked at the opinions of several judges and said in a soft tone: "Although your dishes have reached the level of professional chefs, they are not considered to be the best among the contestants, and it is a pity that you did not pass the audition." ”

The shoulders of the slightly chubby young man collapsed suddenly, and he looked a little depressed.

He turned his head to look at Shen Jinchu, who was presenting the dishes to the judges' table, and found a delicate sense of balance in his heart-

Anyway, there is a little girl who backs herself, no matter how bad she is, can she be worse than her?

At this time, Shen Jinchu had already put away the dishes and stood quietly waiting for the judges' judgment.

"Hmm, it smells good."

As soon as the soup cup was opened, a rich fresh aroma broke straight into the nostrils of the judges, and the second judge was in good spirits, carefully stirring the ingredients inside with a spoon, with a puzzled expression: "Isn't this just ordinary seafood soup?" Why does it smell so good? ”

"The question of matching the side dishes, it feels quite sweet," the first judge moved his nose and his expression was very pleasant: "After eating so many greasy things, suddenly smelling such a fresh aroma is really exciting." ”

The third judge didn't say a word, but he had already scooped up a spoonful of seafood soup and put it in his mouth.

The vegetables are boiled in the water, and the fragrance of the seafood is like the spring waves gently lapping on the tip of the tongue, there is no disgusting fishy smell, and there is no rough touch of grit, only the endless beautiful touch spreads in the mouth with the slightly hot heat.

"This ......" The fourth judge looked at the soup cup that was drunk unconsciously, and the emotions in his eyes were quite complicated: "It's really just the right match, one more point is too miscellaneous, and one less point is not enough...... Good soup, good soup! ”

"That," the first judge stared at the remaining half pot of soup in Shen Jinchu's hand, "Can I have another bowl?" ”

The judges said yes, of course Shen Jinchu couldn't hide it, so he had to fill another bowl for each of the four of them, the judges' expressions were as usual, but the movements in their hands were not ambiguous at all, and they drank the second bowl of soup after a while, and they all looked a little unfinished.