"Welcome to my game."

Everyone saw that a tall, handsome, and very capable man appeared on the stage at some point.

His tone was gentle, not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, as if he was close at hand.

He didn't show off his demeanor too much, but everyone's eyes were firmly attracted to it.

His light is enough to suppress the noon sun, and the clouds in the sky willingly become his own foil.

"This competition is for commemoration, for proof, to show your understanding of the concept of food."

"I believe that the players who come to this arena have more or less what they want."

"Wealth, honor, sustenance, training, no matter where you come from, please enjoy this venue and enjoy the fun of cooking!"

With that, Yao Luo opened his palm upward, and a huge pillar of golden light soared into the sky, causing everyone to exclaim.

"What a scene!"

Even though it was noon, the sky at the venue suddenly darkened, like a starry sky illuminated at night.

The golden energy diverged into countless stars in the sky, each of which represented a different kind of food.

The sky, the earth, the sea, the mountains and game, everything is all-encompassing.

The professional chefs who participated in the competition were already itching their hands and wanted to show off their skills just by seeing the shapes wrapped in the shining light.

"Wow, Ying, look, even slimes have it, I declare that the taste of this organizer has obviously reached the level of a chef!"

Xiangling excitedly took the traveler's hand, in her previous chefs, it was rare to use slime gel as an ingredient in cooking, but in Xiangling's opinion, cooking is just as you like, and it should not be limited by ingredients.

"It's him, so it's not surprising........."

Ying's attention was completely attracted by Yao Luo on stage, and before that, she was still curious about who was capable of holding such a grand competition, but if it was Yao Luo, things would have become reasonable.

"So this guy is so tasteful, Paimon likes this kind of competition, I suggest you open more!"

Paimon wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth as he looked at the glittering golden ingredients in the sky, and as a foodie, Paimon could already imagine how the chefs could make a wonderful meal just by looking at the ingredients.

"All contestants are invited to the stage!"

Bustling, countless chefs, carrying their own tools, are full of enthusiasm on this shining stage.

Some people have a wide variety of props, and even have to use containers to pull and load, and some people only hold a square kitchen knife and go straight to the arena.

In the center of the competition, a wide variety of tools, pots and pans, everything, have been prepared for all kinds of chefs, and even take into account the different habits of various chefs, prepare a variety of stoves, even if you want to drill wood to make fire on the spot, the competition will meet your requirements.

"Wow, these ingredients are so fresh, it's like they've just been salvaged from the bottom of the sea."

Xiangling looked left and right, and her dexterous hands caressed the wide variety of meat and seafood in the food preparation area, and inspiration continued to flow to her heart.

"Tuna, wild boar, come quickly, let me ......... you quickly"

Xiangling even hummed a ballad unconsciously, for her, she didn't even regard this time as a competition, but a normal "routine" in her cooking career since she was a child.

And this kind of mentality is exactly what Yao Luo wants.

"The first level is also the trial level that determines whether the chefs will have the opportunity to touch the "special ingredients" I have prepared."

Yao Luo stretched out a finger and announced the requirements of the competition with the tens of thousands of contestants on the field with a little mystery.

"The theme of this level is: the meaning of cooking."

"There is no limit to the ingredients, there is no limit to the type, the time is three hours, all the materials and tools on the site can be used, and after the countdown is over, the competition works will be handed over to the audience to judge."

"Each person must make at least 100 servings of dishes, and the audience is free to choose, and the contestant who is eaten first will automatically advance."

"In this competition, half of the number of people will be eliminated, please decide for yourself."

Yao Luo's words caused an uproar among the chef community.

"What are you kidding? Three hours, to make a hundred? Is this treating us like roadside vendors? ”

"Leave it to the audience to judge? Can they taste my food? What if I run into someone who doesn't know how to do it? ”

Some people are entangled in too short a time schedule, three hours, 100 servings, which means that people can't make dishes that are too complicated, such as dishes that need to be marinated and stewed for a long time, which is obviously inappropriate in this preliminary competition.

The other part of the people are dissatisfied with this judging mechanism, they are almost all from the chefs or masters of the top restaurants, the usual introverted people, has long been separated from the ordinary people, and focus on the production of small but fine for the upper class, in the face of such a "big pot dish" type of challenges, it seems a little dissatisfied.

But after all, the opponents are in the minority, and the real masters have already begun to act.

At the moment when Yaoluo's words fell, a huge countdown was already hanging in the sky, which also symbolized the beginning of the game.

"There's no limit, that's exactly what I want."

Xiangling hardly hesitated, for her, the meaning of cooking is to satisfy every diner who comes to Wanmintang, no matter where they come from or what their status is, as long as they are guests of the restaurant, she will do her best.

Let people fill their stomachs because of the happy smile of her food.

This is what it means for her to be a chef!

"Huh? What should we do? ”

Xiangling keenly observed that the time of the game was just right at noon, although the game time was three hours, but according to the competition system, the audience present can now get off the stage to observe the progress of their game.

That's right, in order to visit the competition, many spectators didn't have time to eat lunch at all, so they came to the competition venue in one go, and now they are already hungry to watch the chefs show off their cooking skills.

"It must be fast, and it must fill the stomachs of the audience, so isn't this answer about to come out?"

Xiangling's nimble braids swayed back and forth, just like her burst of inspiration.

Light the stove, heat the pan and boil the oil, separate the prepared egg whites and egg yolks, and put on a spoonful of overnight rice, and the dishes that Xiangling wants to make are ready to come out.

It's the simplest dish, but it's also the hardest, and it's the most important dish in Liyue's thousands of households, and it's a gift from your mother in the depths of the night, and a memory from countless people's childhoods............

"Egg fried rice!"

Next month, start the Fox Zhai Chronicles!

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