Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

For chefs, the most difficult thing is not cooking, but not knowing what to cook.

Just like a top student, he can easily get full marks. If he gives him a piece of paper, he can only draw a fluffy hair for you.

One hundred judges come from all over the world, and everyone has different eating habits. It’s not just a joke to talk about it. It’s very difficult to please everyone.

At this time, it depends on the chef's choice. Should we be more radical, to make a dish that everyone likes, or to be more conservative to please some people and give up the other strategy.

This is a difficult choice!

At this point, the power to support the chef on the table is no longer honor or money, but psychological pride. There is only one God of Cookery, why can't it be me?

"What are they doing?"

"Why haven't it started yet?"

"Isn't it just a staple food when I listen to the question? Isn't it just a staple food? I can do it too!"

The audience looked at the three chefs who were not moving and gradually became noisy.

The three on the stage ignored the noise in the audience, but were carefully observing the members of the jury. As the top chefs, their pride did not allow them to retreat.

The three of them chose the most difficult path at the same time. With their own abilities, they broke the gap between their taste buds and won the votes of everyone.

Several judges also guessed their thoughts and explained to the camera:

“As a chef, you can never compromise with taste.

When Mr. Huang Jinglin was a chef in the palace, many people despised Sichuan cuisine "only spicy and vulgar and rustic."

But Mr. Huang never compromised with the taste and thought hard, he finally created a classic Sichuan cuisine dish, boiled cabbage, which wiped out the grievances that my Sichuan cuisine has accumulated for a hundred years. This is the courage that a god of food should have!”

Finally, the Sichuan cuisine chef took the lead and went forward to pick up rice, glutinous rice, glutinous rice, black rice, and a bunch of nut honey. The staff set up a large pot and trunk, added water and boiled it.

"Baobao rice?"

Wang Xuebin can see clearly below that the Sichuan cuisine chef cooks the Baibao rice. The Baibao rice is actually a variant of the Babao rice. It tastes sweet, fragrant, soft and glutinous, and has a richer texture than the Babao rice.

This is a trick, because the taste is relatively simple, either sweet or salty, and there will be fewer obstacles.

Sweet and salt are the only two flavors that do not have taste barriers. No matter which country, sugar and salt are indispensable condiments. Simply sweet or salt will not have any obstacles.

However, the 100 public judges in the audience have been influenced by food for several days. If it is simply sweet or salty, it will not impress a group of gluttons.

Zhang Tianyang on the stage also started moving. He took low-gluten flour, various vegetables, cereals, mushrooms, meat, eggs, returned to the operation table and started kneading the noodles.

"Hot eggs? This is ready to make roasted wheat!"

The judges looked at Zhang Tianyang's knot technique and guessed his plan.

"It's the same steamed food, the taste of shabby is mostly determined by the filling. Seeing Master Zhang preparing so many vegetables, it's obvious that he's preparing to make shabby with different fillings!"

Making this kind of food with filling is indeed a good idea. Different fillings have different flavors, and you can make dishes that suit different tastes.

Wang Xuebin looked at the stage in a daze, silently guessing their ideas in his heart, while thinking about his own plans.

"What would the donor do if he participated in the competition?"

The question of Master Wu Mengyu interrupted Wang Xuebin's thoughts, but he didn't care. He thought about it and replied:

"What I am best at is a big pot of vegetables, a pot of cooking, cabbage, tofu and vermicelli, and other messy things, just a hundred people, it's not difficult!"

Meng Wu heard the willful plan and smiled:

"Is this a bit of a play? Isn't the donor's question set by the staple food?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"My purpose of setting up the questions is because these public judges have been hungry for a long time. I hope the three of them on the stage can do something that is large and full. The result of the competition has been decided!"

There was no surprise in the expression of Master Yuhua.

That's right, the person who wants to advance this time has already been decided, either someone else or Zhang Tianyang.

The dark side of the game will always exist, especially when this game involves other countries, and the country pays more attention to it.

The way to pay attention is to arrange a capable and obedient person to participate in the competition. Although Stephen Zhou and the others are also very capable, he is not a person within the system and is difficult to control.

Therefore, he will not be allowed to participate in the finals, and the God of Food is not good either. The country has been eliminating monsters and monsters for a long time, so I don’t believe this.

He knew about this news when he handed over the initiative of the game to the country. He did not refuse because the name of the God of Food could bring some real money and silver benefits to the country.

His only request at that time was to send someone who was truly capable to participate, so Diaoyutai chef Zhang Tianyang came.

He will advance to the finals, but whether he can become the God of Cookery depends on the arrangements of the country!

Not only them, but also many other players have a lot of shady stories.

Some contestants are sponsored by one brand. During the competition, they will join forces to attack contestants from other brands, and then lead a strong player to participate in the finals.

Although ten million US dollars is a lot, the name of the president of this association is even more valuable. It involves the right to speak in the food industry, and it is worth much.

This time the undercurrent is much deeper than the competition in the original work. Capital, politics, ideology, mixed together, and Wang Xuebin can't find it out.

"Look! Stephen Zhou is moving!"

On the stage, Stephen Zhou took beef, Arctic shrimp, eggs, rice and other ingredients, and placed it on the chopping board to start processing.

He seemed to know that this was his last game, so he was fully fired and no longer retained.

Stephen Zhou did not use kitchen utensils, but directly beat the beef with his hands. Each move was very mysterious.

"By the way, Master, what are the things like Yitian Cut, Dragon Slaying and Slashing?"

Master Wu Meng looked at Wang Xuebin and said with a smile:

"I have placed these cooking skills in the Sutra Pavilion, and the donor has never been forbidden to watch. Unfortunately, the donor has been in my temple for more than a month, but he has never stepped into the Sutra Pavilion. I have no choice!"

After hearing this, Wang Xuebin laughed. At that time, he was a little conscious. He was afraid of doing things and did not dare to walk around at all. Every day, he just left the Zen room and entered the vegetarian hall. He had never been to any other place.

"Why, the donor goes to Shaolin Temple for another two days? I am still open to the donor!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"Since I have missed it, it proves that these things are not destined to be with me. Since I have no chance, why bother to be with me!"

Master Mengluo smiled mysteriously when he heard Wang Xuebin's words.

"Who can say it correctly if you are destined or not?"

......

"Welcome to our God of Cookery Competition. Let's take a look at the dishes of the three chefs. The first one is the Treasure Rice, which has been cooked and is being distributed. Master Zhang's roasted wheat has also been successful. Now only Master Zhou is left!"

Except Stephen Week, everyone else has done it.

There were two small plates in front of Wang Xuebin, namely Baibao rice and Shaomai.

His treasure rice is called Sakura Memories. It is made of cherries, various dried fruits, cherry nectar and other materials. There are cherry petals on the plate as decoration, which is crystal clear and beautiful.

The shabby is called Oriental Pearl, and the filling is made of crab roe, crab meat, shrimp balls, and wheat. The shabby steamed from Longjing tea has a refreshing fragrance of tea.

"From the taste of these two dishes alone, one is sweet, soft and glutinous, the other is refreshing and mellow, and it is all delicious with colors, fragrance and flavor. It is really hard to tell the difference.

But in terms of production difficulty, Master Zhang is better!”

After the judges tasted it, they began to make evaluations, and praised Master Zhang from all aspects such as color, fragrance, taste, and nutritional value.

All I said are the Sichuan cuisine chefs who made very, very good, but Master Zhang was better!

These people are all old people who use money to do things, and there will be no trouble in this matter.

At this time, a raging fire suddenly ignited on the stage, and a figure in the flames blew left and right, it was Stephen Zhou.

"Wow! So exciting!"

The people in the audience were stunned. At first, some people were panicked and thought it was an accident. Later, they found that the flames were all under Stephen's control. They all felt relieved and stood up to appreciate this spectacular scene!

Stephen Zhou made tin plate fried rice.

The whole piece of beef was completely broken by the fibers he beat. After marinating it with a secret marinade, it tasted fresh and juicy and extremely soft. Now it started to stir-fry it on a high heat, making the whole taste more rich.

"I am worthy of being the God of Food!"

When the color, fragrance and taste of the food are deduced to the extreme, ornamentality becomes a new plus point. Their expectations for this dish can be seen from the stunned expressions of people.

Stephen slapped the chopping board on Monday, and the kitchen knife and shrimp flew into the air one after another. He saw his hand gently holding the kitchen knife. With his casual scattering, the shrimps disintegrate and fall on the iron plate. This scene is full of grandmasterism.

The audience suddenly burst into applause.

"This is Newton's holiday! Fruit ninjas are all out..."

Wang Xuebin, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but complain.

No one questioned such a thing as Newtonian incident at the scene, and they were applauding and applauding. Some people even stood up to show their love, which was really beyond Wang Xuebin's expectations.

"Master, did this?"

Master Wu Meng shook his head and said with a smile:

"Because He is the God of Food, no matter how grand the scene is, no one will question it!"

Wang Xuebin asked in surprise:

"That's all, don't experience any setbacks or something?"

Mengye nodded.

"He figured it out himself, why should he experience any setbacks? Setbacks are never the purpose, thinking and understanding are!"

"Do you think he can turn the world around? In the scene I have seen, it was you who took the last action to punish evil and promote good, and you punished all the bad guys. What about this time?"

No, it should be Guanyin. He shook his head and said softly:

"For Him now, it is enough for everyone to like what He cooks. As for winning or losing, it is no longer what He is obsessed with!"

Stephen Zhou distributed the fried rice one by one, and looked at the happy smiles that everyone showed when they tasted, and he smiled with relief.

"Judge! I admit defeat!"

"Um?"

While several judges were still racking their brains to find ways to guide everyone's ideas, Stephen Zhou raised his hand and smiled and shouted out the word "exit".

The Bodhisattva looked at Stephen Zhou's actions and said with relief:

"It is not a good thing to have Bodhisattvas appear in this world, but a kind of sorrow. Only when the world collapses and people are living in poverty will people expect gods and Buddhas to come to save them. If it is a peaceful and prosperous era, the government is harmonious and people are harmonious, why do people need gods and Buddhas?"

Stephen Zhou looked at the judges' surprised expressions and spread his hands and said:

"No, I burned my eyes when I was cooking just now. I need to recuperate for a while and I can't participate in the following competition!"

After hearing this, the judges suppressed their gratitude and were concerned about:

"Mr. Zhou, is it okay? Do you need to call a doctor?"

Stephen Zhou shook his head.

"It's okay for small matters!"

As he said that, he picked up two plates of fried rice, came to Zhang Tianyang and the others, handed it to them and said:

"I'm stopping here. I'll ask you to bring glory to the country!"

Both of them were a little confused, and Stephen Zhou didn't explain, patted their shoulders and left with a smile.

In the departing figure, he has a bamboo stick and a slim demeanor that is lighter than a horse, which is heartbreaking.

Zhang Tianyang looked at Stephen Zhou's leaving figure, lowered his head and tasted the fried rice, and suddenly stopped. The fried rice tasted very ordinary, just like a product in a street food stall.

However, he could taste the overflowing sense of happiness in every grain of rice, which was a state he pursued for half a lifetime and unattainable.

Now it is just so straightforward to his eyes, as if someone mutters in his ears about the true meaning of the kitchen, which makes him burst into tears unconsciously.

"Master Zhou!"

Zhang Tianyang shouted loudly.

Stephen Zhou heard the shout and turned around, looked at him and smiled, clenched his right fist, gently tapped his chest, and turned around and left.

A sound like a yellow Lv bell came from Zhang Tianyang's ears.

"As long as you are attentive, everyone is a god of food!"

Wang Xuebin saw the scene a little chaotic, and the host stood on the stage blankly and didn't know what to do. He stood up helplessly, nodded at Master Mengyu, walked onto the stage, and took the host's microphone.

"Our God of Cookery Competition is a fair, just and open competition. I believe you can see that Mr. Stephen's withdrawal just now was out of his own wishes. As the organizer of the competition, we respect his choices.

At the same time, I invited Mr. Zhou as the director of the World Food Association, sincerely invited him to join the Food Association and make contributions to the food industry together.

I also hope that all the audience and judges will focus on the next game. The game has not yet ended and the final will be even more exciting.

Okay, let our 100 judges make their choices. Staff, please send the ballot box to the front desk, and leave the next time to the public judges, and the judges make their choices!"

After saying that, he returned the microphone to the host and glared at her. The host is pretty, his skills are really unreliable, and the TV station is more reliable.

The game slowly restored order, and people's attention was shifted to the results of the game, and the impact of Stephen's withdrawal was temporarily eliminated.

Whether it will explode in the future depends on whether anyone will fuel the fire.

"call!"

Wang Xuebin breathed a long sigh, and the master of the nocturnal emission behind him felt a little embarrassed.

"Donor, Stephen Zhou asked me to take him to apologize to you. He was excited for a moment and did not think carefully about the decision he made. He did not expect to cause you such a big trouble!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and sighed:

"What trouble is this? If Zhang Tianyang got the God of Food, the trouble has just begun. The ideological struggle has never been relaxed in the West, so it depends on the final result!"

Master Menglu asked:

"Does the donor still participate in the final?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head.

"No, the final competition is no longer a cooking skill. If I definitely participate in it twenty-three years later, I will still not be angry with this now!"

The smile of Master Wu Mengmeng also faded a lot.

"It is better for the donor to go to the temple of my monk to sit there. The God of Food will also be there. If you have any doubts about cooking skills, please ask him for advice. His skills are much better than those of me!"

Wang Xuebin laughed at this.

"Then I will disturb you. I hope the Bodhisattva will not dislike the mortal body of the body!"

Master Menglu listened to Wang Xuebin's name, without refuting, and said with a smile:

"Where is the donor's words? Whether it is a monk or a god of food, which one is not the right result of the physical body and mortal body. The donor's future is promising, so why should he be humble?"

Wang Xuebin nodded seriously.

"It makes sense. The Bodhisattva will definitely not deceive me when he speaks. If he achieves something in the future, he will definitely rebuild the temple and shape the golden body for the Bodhisattva!"

Master Wu Meng laughed:

"The donor, don't forget to buy the lottery!"

After saying that, both of them smiled cheerfully, and their smile seemed to drive away all the haze in their hearts. The smile seemed joyful, sad, and mocking.

There were spectators from various countries sitting around, and no one could find the two laughing. They seemed to be in a different world, incompatible with other people, and incompatible with the world.