Life is a Game

Gu Li was the only one left who hadn't finished the dishes, and only his display screen was on. All eyes were on him, but he didn't notice it, taking his time.

Twenty minutes more.

The noodles are already in the pot.

His bowl of noodles uses chicken to the extreme.

Chicken bones, chicken oil and other minced meat are used to make soup, chicken thighs and chicken breasts are shredded, marinated and stir-fried with other ingredients. The noodles are freshly rolled and cut. When cooking the noodles, first pass hot water, then cold water, and finally cook with the stewed chicken broth.

The final product is not very good looking, but it took a lot of effort and thought. Gu Li is not like Jiang Feng, he has been touching fish and carving radishes while waiting for the eight-treasure chicken to be steamed.

Five bowls of shredded chicken noodles were served, and Gu Li raised his hand to signal.

One hour, 55 minutes and 37 seconds, the timing on the screen was frozen at this moment.

Sun Jikai became tense for no reason. He looked at Gu Li, who had a flat face and could not see any emotional fluctuations. This is the case for Gu Li. No matter whether he learned cooking from his master at the beginning or later in Zhiweiju, other people’s evaluation of him is that he is slow in response and relatively dull. The same is true for his talent in cooking. Stupid, he seems to have a knot with the word dumb, and he can't get around it.

Coulee's only advantage is that his basic skills are very solid.

He is quite solid. He has learned cooking from the master of the white table, Master Tan, since he was a child. Others have practiced basic skills for five years, and he has practiced them for eight years. Others practice eight hours a day, and he has practiced twelve hours. Day after day, year after year, an ordinary white case chef like him can stay in a famous restaurant like Zhiweiju for eight years. In addition to seeing his master's face, his own hard work and dedication are also very important. important.

A "genius" chef like Sun Jikai can despise Gu Li's talent, but he cannot ignore his hard work.

The chicken noodle soup was served in front of the five judges.

It was the last dish, and Han Guishan temporarily put down the Watan Huadiao Chicken in front of him, and moved the shredded chicken noodles in front of him.

This is a plain-looking bowl of noodles. The aroma of the chicken soup is very mellow, but with pearls and jade in front, it doesn't look so good.

"Hey, chicken noodle soup, this is good, every time I go out to eat, I always have a bowl of noodles at the end." Han Guishan started to eat slowly.

The remaining four judges: ...

Forget it, he is the boss, the benefactor, the one who gives the money, as long as he is happy.

Tong Deyan took a sip and sighed: "Old Sun's grandson has been planted this time."

"Yes." Zhu Chang nodded.

Yiliang points: 8.2 points.

competition is over.

The most interesting thing about the Good Taste Cooking Competition is that the judges never comment on the spot, but gather in a small room to comment one by one after the competition. The comments will be broadcast in the edited variety show, which can be regarded as a follow-up broadcast. One of the selling points of the variety show. Otherwise, everyone knows that there is nothing new in the end, and no one will watch the variety show that is broadcast exclusively on a certain video.

The host announced the promotion list, and the contestants who advanced to the top eight in the country went back to the backstage to listen to the staff explain the details of the top eight competition in a few days. The eliminated contestants can leave on their own and leave with the audience.

From the moment Sun Jikai saw Coulee's score, he was in a daze. Gu Li scored higher than him, a full 0.4 points higher, not eighth, but seventh.

Gu Li has always been the object of ridicule from the children of their culinary family since he was a child. He was also born in a culinary family. His father is a famous Su cuisine chef. Like a log, it hits the south wall without looking back. Sun Jikai was ignorant when he was young, and he laughed at Gu Li for being overconfident, but now that he's grown up, he doesn't look up to him.

Sun Jikai prided himself on his talent, but he lost to Gu Li.

Even if it was because of a car rollover mistake, he couldn't figure out why he would roll over at a critical moment. He has also made Cantonese-style Wenchang chicken before, and under the guidance of the chef in the shop, he obviously cooked it very well.

Sun Guanyun was waiting for him at the exit.

When Sun Jikai saw Sun Guanyun, he felt ashamed that he had lost his grandfather's face. He was ashamed to see him and dared not look up.

"Do you know why you can't fight back?" Sun Guanyun asked calmly.

"Why?" Sun Jikai couldn't figure it out all the time. He felt that he didn't make any big mistakes, but the finished product was very unsatisfactory.

"Because your basic skills are not solid." Sun Guanyun didn't give Sun Jikai a chance to defend himself, and his words swished towards Sun Jikai like dense and sharp arrows, "You have been conceited since you were a child, and you feel that practicing basic skills is a waste of time , you think you are smart, and you can reach the sky in one step. When you help out in the store, you never want to do such small tasks as cutting vegetables. How many times have I scolded you, and how many times have the old master in the store reminded you? Take it to heart for a moment?"

"Basic skills, Jiang Feng who was with you practiced for 7 years, Miss Wu practiced for 6 years, Zhang Guanghang practiced for 4 and a half years, and you only practiced for 3 years. You think being a cook is hard, tiring, having no identity, no status, Not fancy. What are you doing when I’m not in fj? Together with your old man who is into the eyes of money, thinking about changing Jubaolou from a restaurant to a hotel every day, financing and listing, how to drive your uncle’s family out without arguing with you Family property, I’m not dead yet!” Sun Guanyun looked at his eldest grandson with only disappointment in his eyes, “I used to laugh at Mr. Tan’s incompetence, but I never thought that I was the biggest joke.”

"grandfather."

"Don't call me grandpa, when you think about it and why you lost today, call me grandpa again." Sun Guanyun didn't look at the disappointed Sun Jikai again, and left tremblingly.

Because I came out late to go to the toilet, I listened to Jiang Weiguo at the corner: ...

Jiang Weiguo was puzzled, these old guys were fine when they were young, why did they start acting in family ethics dramas when they got old.

Third brother, Mr. Tan, and Sun Guanyun, why are all of them unworthy descendants in their families.

Didn't they beat children when they were young?