Chapter 220: The Best Food?

As the minutes ticked by, an hour and a half had passed.

Dominated by the aroma of Chef Wang's secret braised chicken, the atmosphere of the whole venue became agitated, and even the judges couldn't sit still.

The host kept explaining, and the topic basically revolved around Chef Wang's braised chicken, and occasionally he would piggyback on He Jing, who made the charm of braised chicken too moving.

Chef Wang's braised chicken is simmering in the pot, and he himself does not forget to show off his carving skills, he carved a unique old hen with carrots, and put it on the plate The golden rooster is independent and lifelike, and the host specially asked the photographer to zoom in and take a photo.

He Jing has fried the chicken nuggets for the fourth time, and although it is not the same plate of chicken nuggets, the preparation technique looks the same.

If it hadn't been repeatedly confirmed that she was the chef hired by the Zhou family, the program team would have thought she was here to play.

Just when the audience was complaining, doubting He Jing's ability, and complaining about He Jing's why he was so slow, He Jing's chicken steak was finally fried.

She squeezed on her own authoritarian sauce and rang the finish bell, and the host almost couldn't wait to rush up from the side of the stage and loudly announce, "It's done!" It's done!"

There were also pure food lovers in the audience, who deliberately spent money to buy tickets to come in to watch the game, and when they heard this, they were in high spirits and complained one after another:

"It's done, this chef named He Jing is really grinding."

"At such a young age, the technology is not good at first glance."

"It's just, I don't know how she got in, can't she change to a more powerful chef?"

"Hey, where can I get a celebrity chef in this kind of small competition, this He Jing is estimated to have spent money to buy it and gild, after all, when I go out to find a job in the future, I have a reputation as the champion of such and such a competition, which sounds good."

"Alas, the reputation of the gastronomic world has been ruined."

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Hardly anyone thinks He Jing can win, whether it is in terms of age or cooking skills.

Liu Fu, the owner of Xingwang Hotel, sat in the last row with Zhou's father, Liu Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, it seems that I won this game, this little girl you are looking for is beautiful, but unfortunately her skills are not very good."

Father Zhou also smiled: "Really?"

He glanced at He Jing, who was calm in the middle of the venue, and pretended to flatter and said, "It seems that I will change my name to Boss Liu in the future."

Liu Fu said "lift up", but he was very proud in his heart.

Even if he used to work for Zhou's father, what if he didn't turn over now?

From now on, when it comes to City A Hotel, who would think of Zhou's Hotel, it is not his Xingwang Hotel.

At this time, the evaluation has been carried out, and the host couldn't help it, and when the dish was about to be served to the judges, he took a piece with chopsticks to taste it.

He played a round for himself while eating, which made the audience laugh, but halfway through the joke, he couldn't go on.

I saw the host's super-large version of the intoxicated face appear on the LED screen, and the look that was so delicious that he wanted to cry was not fake at all, he chewed little by little, as if he was reluctant to swallow it so quickly.

The audience on the stage was ready to move, and they knew that Chef Wang's braised chicken was so fragrant, it would definitely be delicious!

It wasn't until the host finished eating a bite of the roast chicken that he wiped away his tears with emotion: "Audience masters, after this game, you must go to Xingwang Hotel to try it, this braised chicken is the best braised chicken I have ever tasted in my life, there is no two."