Life is a Game

That night, Good Taste officially announced the list of the top 32 in the country.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Wang Hao, a dog-headed military strategist, had a glass of iced Fat House Happy Water in his left hand, and a roasted chicken leg bought under the dormitory building in his right hand. He took a mouthful of chicken leg and a mouthful of Coca-Cola. He stretched out his head and looked at the list announced on the official forum with Jiang Feng.

"Brother Feng, look, the first place in the Beiping competition is indeed that Zhang Guanghang, and the first place in the Guangdong competition is Ji Xue, who is only nineteen! This buddy looks average, so he must be cold." Wang Hao's words smell like roasted chicken legs.

"Look at what other people's parents are doing. Just give Zhang Guanghang the first place just because of their appearance." Jiang Feng continued to look down.

Wait, it seems that Zhang Guanghang should be number one in terms of strength...

Hey, there will always be someone in this world who is more handsome than you, taller than you, with a better family background and better cooking skills than you.

When God closes a door for you, it will also seal the windows together.

"Hey, this Gu Li is the chef of Zhiweiju. Their food is quite delicious. I ate it when I traveled to Hangzhou with my parents last summer." Wang Hao said.

"Look at this." Jiang Feng pointed to the computer screen, "Zhang Qian, 16 years old."

This girl was the last in Jiang Feng's competition area, and she was the middle school student who rushed into her mother's arms screaming in the morning.

"You are a top student in City No. 1 Middle School. It's a hard test. I bought it through my relationship, but she is the last one, so there is nothing to pay attention to. Brother Feng, look at this, the third in the Beiping Division, Zhao Shan, The chef of Babaozhai, a famous restaurant!" Wang Hao exclaimed.

"There are too many famous restaurants in Beiping City. Look at this Sun Jikai, the fourth in Guangdong Province, the chef of Jubaolou, that is the fj restaurant that I told you before that Fotiaoqiang sells 1888 cups." Jiang Feng said, "I Grandpa knew the former chef of that restaurant, also surnamed Sun, this Sun Jikai is probably his descendant."

"Hidden dragon and crouching tiger! Brother Feng, you are going to be popular!" Wang Hao sighed involuntarily when he heard what Jiang Feng said, "Isn't this delicious cooking competition just a private competition? Why are there so many professional chefs participating?"

"Go and see what the reward for the champion is," Jiang Feng said.

Wang Hao clicked on another official post, and after reading it for a long time, he didn't see why: "The bonus of 100,000 yuan and the cover promotion of "Zhiwei" magazine, the top 32 will be broadcast live in the form of a variety show, nothing special... Bar?"

""Zhiwei" was founded by Xu Cheng." Jiang Feng said, taking out his mobile phone and showing Wang Hao the encyclopedia information of "Zhiwei".

At first, Jiang Feng also thought that "Zhiwei" was just an ordinary food review magazine, but it was Wu Minqi who gave him popular science to know how high this magazine's status in the world's food circle is.

Xu Cheng can also be regarded as a celebrity. He is of Singaporean Chinese descent. His father once entered the top five in the Forbes Asia list. He is a well-deserved rich young man born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He loves to eat and knows how to eat. He has traveled around the world and published several books on food evaluation, from star-rated restaurants to streets and alleys. As long as he likes it, he will not refuse it, and enjoys a high reputation in the gourmet circle. But gourmets from all over the world will flock to the dishes recommended by the restaurants he has recommended.

Now Xu Cheng is also in his fifties, and "Zhiwei" magazine has been established for nearly ten years. From the initial January issue to the current annual issue, Xu Cheng's taste has become more and more tricky, and more and more Strict, "Zhiwei" only published one issue last year, and only one of the 27 food reviews was written by him himself, and no restaurant has been on the cover of Zhiwei magazine for three consecutive years.

Corresponding to "Zhiwei" is the so-called Michelin restaurant selection, which has always been very unfriendly to the rabbits of florists, and most of the rabbits of florists don't care or understand at all.

Taking Liu Qian as an example, she thought Wu Minqi's Wu's restaurant was one-star Michelin, but in fact, Wu's restaurant just had a chef from the one-star Michelin restaurant poached from Hong Kong City, purely for fame, and It is said that the inheritance of eight hundred years has the same effect.

There is currently no Michelin-starred restaurant on the mainland.

The Michelin restaurant does not play with the mainland, and the mainland will not play with it. For those who really know how to eat, instead of looking at the selection of Michelin restaurants that do not match their own tastes and cannot eat, it is better to look through the food reviews of "Zhiwei" magazine over the years, at least it is more reliable than the so-called food recommendations on the Internet too much.

It can be seen how attractive the champion reward of this Haowei Cooking Competition is to the chefs of these famous restaurants.

Jiang Feng guessed that Han Guishan should have a good personal relationship with Xu Cheng, otherwise, with his net worth, he probably wouldn't be able to persuade Xu Cheng to hand over the cover of "Zhiwei".

It took Wang Hao more than ten minutes to read the encyclopedia of "Zhiwei" magazine. During this period, he searched the information several times without knowing it. He read two food reviews written by Xu Cheng himself, and then looked at the cheap 5 yuan each in his hand. Roasted chicken legs suddenly felt dull.

Even the iced Fat House Happy Water couldn't bring him happiness.

"Brother Feng, if you win the championship, won't you become popular all over the world." Wang Hao sighed, "If one person wins the Tao, he will rise to heaven, and if you are rich, don't forget each other!"

"I think it should be the cover of the magazine in China." Jiang Feng analyzed calmly. "Zhiwei" magazine is divided into China, Southeast Asia, Central Asia, Europe and America. Except for the reviews written by Xu Cheng himself, they will appear in all editions On the Internet, other comments are specially provided according to the situation of each region, and there will be overlap, but the probability is not very high.

Jiang Feng even saw people discussing how much Xu Cheng would pay for each issue of "Zhi Wei" on the Internet.

"The ones in China are also very good. It's no wonder that such awesome people come from lower levels to participate in the competition. Hey, let's not talk about it. I'm writing an article. Brother Feng, take your time." Wang Hao seemed to have opened up a new world opened the door, and went to create at his desk.

Jiang Feng: ...

He faintly felt something was wrong.

I feel that "Zhiwei" magazine is going to suffer.

On the other side, Xu Cheng just got off the plane and arrived in city a.

Han Guishan picked him up at the airport. Jiang Feng guessed right. Han Guishan and Xu Cheng have been friends for more than ten years, and they have a very good personal relationship. In this competition, Xu Cheng will be the judge of the finals. Before that, he will be in the auditorium as an audience Watch the game.

"Han Guishan, you guys are doing well in this game. I see that on the promotion list, the granddaughter of Mr. Wu, the grandson of Mr. Sun and Albert Duran have all been attracted by you. I'm afraid your company's stock price will go up. Did it go up a lot?"

"Boss Xu, you are being modest. Why don't you pretend to be confused about why they came here? Haven't eaten yet, let's go, where to eat?" Han Guishan said with a smile.

"Yushanfang, this is the only restaurant you can still eat." Xu Cheng said.

Han Guishan's assistant opened the car door for the two bosses, and said to the driver in front, "Yushanfang."

"Is Yushanfang still open at this late hour?" Xu Cheng said.

"I'm sure I won't lose face if I go. You Xu Boss is different. Even if you go at two o'clock in the morning, Chef Zhang from Yushanfang will cook for you." Han Guishan stopped joking and took the official document handed to him by his assistant bag, took out a few documents and handed them to Xu Cheng, "Here are the judges' documents we ordered, check to see if there is any problem."

Xu Cheng took the documents and looked through them carefully.