Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Artist arts and food gathers all over the world. Hello everyone, welcome to the first God of Cooking Cooking Competition!"

With the host's passionate introduction, the knockout competition kicked off, and passionate music also sounded in the venue.

A group of beautifully dressed girls pushed a stage to the center of the stage, and the highest honor this time was the God of Food Golden Cup.

This is a wheat ear made of pure gold. The wheat ears are tattooed with a dragon and a line of words are engraved on the base:

"Food is the most important thing for people"

Full of Chinese elements.

"Who is the hero in the kitchen? The sword light and the naughty figure show true skills!

After intense auditions, we selected a hundred elites from thousands of chefs.

And our God of Cookery will be born from them!

In the next game, we will be held in ten days, selecting one of the elites every day to participate in our finals!

Let us invite the ten contestants of today, they are Aunt Jenny, the Black Pearl from America…”

The black aunt Wang Xuebin once met came out shouting rap. She was the most popular chef in the United States, so she was qualified to advance.

In addition to the black aunt, Stephen Zhou, Tang Niu and Ball Girl, they also advanced to the level.

The judgment standards of each country are different and very operational, so the quality of the 100 chefs who have advanced is uneven.

But from now on, all judgment standards will be unified, and thirteen notary institutions will supervise the entire process to ensure that there is no mercy. If it is OK, it is OK. If it is OK, it is OK. If it is not OK, it is not OK.

Wang Xuebin will appear as the question setter, and every chef will compete based on the questions he has given.

The questions of each group are different. One is that the things that are good at in different countries, and the other is for fairness. After all, the competition is broadcast. After the competition here, everyone knows the test questions and can't play it.

Ten contestants from America all came on stage, some of them were chefs from Michezone restaurants, some were housewives, and some were amateurs like black aunts.

There is no way, America is so unreliable. Who can tell the story of popularity?

"Next, please invite our question-makers, honorary directors of the World Food Association, honorary directors of the World Food Association, and honorary directors of the Chinese Cooking Association... Mr. Wang Xuebin, we have applause!"

As the influence of the competition fermented, the identity of the founder of the God of Cookery Competition became more and more valuable. Various food associations sent him invitations, and he also joined several more authoritative associations.

It’s not for anything else, but for the introduction to the name!

Amid the applause, Wang Xuebin, wearing a faint blue Zhongshan suit, walked onto the stage, greeted the host, and took the microphone:

“As a chef, identifying ingredients is the most basic skill.

There are six plates in front of each of you, namely three kinds of meat and three kinds of vegetables. Please write down the name of the variety and choose the one with good quality. It takes one minute.

One question is ten, if you answer correctly, you will get extra points and get points wrong, you will get eliminated by negative points, and the person with the highest score in three games will advance!"

After saying that, he turned around and got off the stage. Some etiquette ladies pushed the ingredient cart and handed over to every participant.

Wang Xuebin returned to his exclusive seat, and the one sitting behind him was Master Wu Meng. He came to Xiangjiang with Stephen a few days ago.

After becoming successful in cooking, Stephen Zhou went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange and participated in the selection of the God of Cookery in China. After going through a lot of hardships, he managed to win a place and came here as a seed player.

There are countless strong people in the Chinese competition area, and a simple audition turned into a battle of the gods. Chefs like Tang Niu almost failed. In the end, they were dismissed by the identity of a compatriot in Xiangjiang and entered the rematch.

The two never met in the audition, but their competition never stopped.

"How is the Master doing this time?"

Wang Xuebin returned to his seat and started chatting with the master. There were judges and hosts in the previous competition, so he didn't have to worry about it. After all, he had to take care of the viewing quality, and the hosts had some more things to do.

"It's not as wonderful as the donor!"

Master Menglu smiled and said, and at this time, a noise came from the stage.

"Impossible, this beef is definitely the best. Believe me, no one knows beef better than me. Do you know, my uncle works in a slaughterhouse, the largest slaughterhouse, I love beef very much and know very well..."

Hearing the noise, the two turned their heads and looked at the stage. The black aunt was using their racial talent to argue with the judges, speaking very fast.

Wang Xuebin frowned, said to Master Mengyi and said he had lost his companionship, walked onto the stage, looked at them and asked:

"What happened and why did it start to quarrel?"

When the black aunt saw Wang Xuebin coming, she said hurriedly:

"Hey! Man! Did you see that your staff discriminated against me just because I am a black man. They want to drive a black man out of the field, which is racial discrimination!"

Wang Xuebin ignored her and looked at the staff beside her and asked:

“What’s the situation?”

The staff member said with a plate of meat:

"This person insists that this is the best beef, and that it is the top Wagyu beef with snow patterns. Most people have never seen it before!"

Wang Xuebin looked at the plate and asked:

"How many points does she have?"

"It's already 100!"

She has already missed three of the six questions. If she is wrong again, she will be eliminated directly.

"Come on the notary, and the security guards come here too!"

Wang Xuebin waved and called the notary and security guards over. When a group of judges saw that there was a fun time, they all came over.

Everyone was here, Wang Xuebin picked up the plate again and asked:

"Are you still sure of your answer?"

The black aunt nodded boldly and said:

"Don't try to scare me, you are doing it for the shooting effect, right? You can't scare me! I'm still sure, this is the top Wagyu beef, no one knows beef better than me, my uncle is..."

"Stop and stop!"

Wang Xuebin waved his hand and interrupted the black aunt's performance and said directly:

"I don't know where you heard Wagyu, but I want to tell you honestly that this thing is called pork belly in our country, it is a serious pork!

You answered two questions wrong at one time, because you were eliminated because of the negative score. We have videos and notarized staff. If you question our fairness, you can file a complaint after the game. Please leave now!"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the security officer and said:

"You escort Ms. Jenny goes to the elimination area to wait, and don't affect the normal competition order!"

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

A God of Cookery competition is not in the United States. It is about political correctness, even if you want to talk about it, it is about China. There is no such thing as racial discrimination. We treat foreign countries equally!

The competition continued, but the expressions of the American players were not very beautiful. Except for the three players from chefs, the other seven were all defeated.

But those seven people were the most popular, and they were taken over by the God of Food Competition. In the second game, they scored two more times.

In other words, the three games were not over, and the players who advanced were selected. One hundred public judges worked for a long time and didn't eat anyone.

It's like a farce!

"Okay, after a day of fierce competition, our first winner has appeared, and he is our Michezell chef, Mr. Hanbani, everyone applauds and congratulates!"

The first day's farce ended in a weak applause.

The game continued, and the weirdness never stopped. Time waited for no one. Finally, on the last day of the game, the civil war in the Chinese group began. In this way, amid everyone's expectations, the last game of the knockout round began!