Life is a Game

As soon as 8 o'clock arrived, the game started on time.

The sweet voice of the hostess has been automatically blocked by all the contestants, everyone is moving, racing against time, and the atmosphere is tense in an instant.

Jiang Feng untied the little farm hen on the cooking table. The little hen was very dazed. Before he could stretch its wings and move its muscles, he grabbed it and killed it with a knife.

This excellent little hen, who had only been in the world for only two months, died after leaving only a single "cough~" of unknown meaning.

Jiang Feng was very proficient in bleeding and plucking the whole chicken, taking off the bones. His technique was sophisticated and his movements were quick. The whole chicken was arranged clearly in an instant in his hands. Now it takes him less than 7 minutes to debone a whole chicken. Without special practice, this is a very impressive achievement.

In order to facilitate the audience to watch, the huge display screen behind the stage is divided into 16 squares of equal size, which are used to broadcast the competition process of these 16 contestants. action.

"That No. 13 player is the one who fell down on the field?" Tong Deyan turned his head and asked Pei Shenghua who was sitting next to him, "The way to remove the bone from the whole chicken is very good."

"Well, he should have the best knife skills among this group of players." Pei Shenghua nodded in agreement.

"He has the best knife skills? But you only gave him 8 points in the game." Han Guishan was shocked. After the last game, he went home and doubted himself for a long time. He actually said that Jiang Feng's sword skills were the best.

"Mr. Han, this knife skills and taste are not equal. Although he has excellent knife skills, he obviously doesn't like fish." Pei Shenghua was still very patient in the face of the gold master.

"Actually, the competition system is not good enough. The one wearing glasses who was eliminated on the stage is actually not bad in sword skills, that's the finished product, alas." Zhu Chang joined the group chat, "If you only test sword skills, I think it's better to directly compare Wensi Tofu."

"Wen Si tofu is not good, that Gu Li is a white case cook, aren't you bullying people compared to this?"

"So in fact, the red case and the white case should be compared separately."

"Yes, the red case..."

The topics at the judges' table gradually deviated from the original direction, and Jiang Feng's Babao Chicken was officially on the right track. The filling ratio has been practiced a hundred times. Various ingredients such as chestnuts, winter bamboo shoots, ham, mushrooms, lilies, etc. were cut into pieces, shredded, stripped, and stirred by Jiang Feng in turn.

Put the chicken bone and chicken giblets into the pot to cook the soup, fill the chicken belly with the vegetarian stuffing, tie a knot, and put it in a steamer to steam.

Then it's just a matter of waiting.

Jiang Feng began to carve radish flowers.

As an excellent plate maker, how can it be called a plate without some beautiful decorations?

The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed.

"Xiaofeng played well today, and the whole chicken is deboned very quickly." Jiang Weiming boasted with a smile.

"If you're still in the mood to carve radishes, you know how to do those fancy things," Jiang Weiguo said.

"The Kung Pao Chicken in the lower right corner is not cooked properly. I didn't turn the spoon properly." Jiang Jiankang, as a top chef of Kung Pao Chicken, couldn't see such half-baked things the most.

"The Kung Pao Chicken in the second row is also not good. He wants to add cucumber slices, but it's too much." Jiang Jianguo also thinks it's not good.

The boy sitting in front of Jiang Jiankang felt that he had reached the point where he couldn't bear it. At this moment, he really wanted to turn his head and angrily yell at the row of bullies in the back, you can do it, you can just sit in the auditorium and say, do you think you can cook well?

He moved, turning his head angrily.

I saw the row of burly men behind me.

"What are you doing, young man?" Jiang Jiankang asked when the people in front turned to look at him.

"No, it's nothing, but my neck is a little uncomfortable, turn it around." With an embarrassed smirk on his face, the young man mechanically turned his head back, breaking out in a cold sweat in just a few seconds.

Quiet as a chicken.

Jiang Feng continued to carve radish flowers leisurely on the stage.

He not only carves radish flowers, but also carves radish chicken, radish rabbit, Peppa Pig, and little yellow chicken emoji, all kinds of styles.

Now that the business is sluggish, the IQ of girls who are hot-headed have also recovered, and the radish carvings cannot be sold.

It's been a long time since he carved so many things at once.

Wu Minqi's Kung Pao Chicken was the first to be cooked.

"The Kung Pao Chicken on the 6th is ready." Pei Shenghua said.

"There are a lot of contestants making Kung Pao Chicken this time. Is this dish very simple?" Han Guishan exclaimed, "There are seven of them!"

"It's fast and difficult for chefs to test their grades. It's natural to make Kung Pao Chicken for stability." Pei Shenghua said.

Han Guishan: ...

oh.

Wu Minqi was not as fond of arranging dishes as Jiang Feng was, so after putting the kung pao chicken on a plate, she raised her hand to signal the staff that she was done.

The Kung Pao Chicken made by Wu Minqi is very traditional. It only has chicken and peanuts as the main ingredients. Like red hot chili oil.

On the judges' seat at one end, Han Guishan exclaimed, "Yo, authentic!"

"Mr. Han has been to Sichuan?" Zhu Chang asked.

"When I was young, I worked as a shopkeeper in Sichuan, and I stayed there for many years." Han Guishan moved his chopsticks first, "It's been a long time since I saw this kind of Kung Pao Chicken. The ones in City A are basically sweet and sour. You can’t taste the feeling of numbness, spicyness, and sweetness.”

Kung Pao Chicken Tasting Level 10 Han Guishan said that this plate of Kung Pao Chicken is perfect.

The remaining 4 judges each tasted the peanuts and chicken and then put down their chopsticks to rate. It seemed that they were here to be judges.

After Han Guishan finished scoring, seeing that no one else had eaten, he moved the plate in front of him and continued to eat.

A look is to eat.

But he is not afraid, whoever told him that he is the father of the sponsor, even if the camera caught him, the director would not dare to cut his picture.

The score came out quickly, 8.6 points, quite a good score, Han Guishan scored 10 points as usual.

The square belonging to Wu Minqi also became her score, and the hostess also reported Wu Minqi's score in due course.

"The first player to finish, No. 6 player Wu Minqi's score has come out, 8.6 points, congratulations."

Soon, the dishes of the other contestants who also made Kung Pao Chicken also came out of the pot one after another.

After tasting it, Han Guishan said that this is not good, this is not good, this is not good, and that is not good. But because he was afraid of scoring randomly and affecting the fairness of the game, he could only continue to score 10 points with hatred.

Han Guishan, who didn't think it would work, continued to eat the plate of Kung Pao Chicken fried by Wu Minqi.

"Boss Han still hasn't cooked half of the dishes for the contestants, so save some food." Seeing that Han Guishan was eating happily, Zhu Chang reminded him friendly.

"It's okay, it's okay, I have a big appetite, my wife will be full after eating such a big vegetable dumpling, and I can eat three!" Han Guishan raised his fist, indicating that the vegetable dumpling is as big as a fist.

The other four judges, who couldn't understand how filling Jiang Feng's buffed dumplings were, could only chuckle at the sponsor, and said in unison perfunctorily, "Ms. Han's appetite is really small."

How could Han Guishan fail to understand what they meant, so he could only prove to them with practical actions: "That vegetable dumpling fills your stomach, forget it, it's okay, you will find out later."

During the conversation, several contestants finished their dishes.

Simple cooking starts with careful preparation of ingredients, and it can be cooked smoothly within 20 to 30 minutes.

Including Jiang Feng, there were still 6 players on the field who failed to finish.

Jiang Feng was still obsessed with carving radishes, with a weird style of painting.

Gu Li stirred the chicken soup in the pot and estimated the time.

Ji Xue has been staring at the casserole in front of her.

Sun Jikai has just finished soaking the chicken and is slicing the soaked Wenchang chicken on the chopping board.

Zhang Guanghang was taking the chopsticks out of the pot that was stewing bacon, onions, potatoes, mushrooms and chicken in turn.

"What is that little girl doing?" Zhu Chang couldn't understand Ji Xue's cooking, "I think she painted something on the chicken before."

"I can't tell." Pei Shenghua couldn't figure it out either.

Tong Deyan looked at the movements of Ji Xue's hands, and based on the materials on her cooking table, he guessed: "If I'm not wrong, it should be Watan Huadiao Chicken."

"Watan Huadiao wine?!" Zhu Chang, Pei Shenghua, and Zang Mu, who had been silent all this time, all said in unison, and the surprise on their faces almost overflowed.

"Isn't that dish already lost after Mr. Tan's death?" Zhu Chang stared at Ji Yue, "My dear, if this is really Watanhuadiaoji, then those Cantonese cookers must go crazy."

"We haven't eaten it before, so how do we know if it's authentic or not? Mr. Sun is in the audience, just ask him later." Tong Deyan said, quickly changing the subject, "Zhang Guanghang's chicken stewed in red wine is almost ready. "

"His is coming soon. Gu Li probably makes chicken shredded noodles, and some are waiting." Zang Mu, who has been paying attention to Gu Li, said.

"I'm not afraid of waiting for good food, but I'm afraid that what I'm waiting for is empty joy." Pei Shenghua obviously doesn't like Gu Li, "Although he is Master Fu's apprentice, he does have a bit of talent... Forget it, let's not talk about it, but it was made on the 13th It should be Babao chicken, and some are waiting."

"I've heard of him too, and his talent is indeed not very good," Zhu Chang said.

"Diligence can make up for stupidity," Tong Deyan said.

"The eight-treasure chicken on the 13th is a bit interesting. Chestnuts are the main stuffing." Pei Shenghua said with a smile, "He must have been carving radishes for about 20 minutes."

"His chicken shouldn't taste bad, but it's Old Sun's grandson. He just sliced ​​the chicken and it's not good enough. Now it's steamed in a wok, and it probably won't return to its original shape by then." Zhu Chang said.

"Then his Cantonese-style Wenchang chicken is useless." Tong Deyan said mercilessly.

Han Guishan, who had already finished a plate of Kung Pao chicken made by Wu Minqi without any food, listened to the chat of the four professional judges with a blank expression.

What kind of pottery chicken? What Mr. Tan? What Coulee? What talent is not good enough? What to put back?

He can understand every word, why can't he understand when they are together?

He was such a talkative person that he couldn't join their conversation at this time.

Han Guishan suddenly had the feeling that Jiang Feng had before.

You all isolate me!