Start with the script killing shop

Those who can come to participate in the final selection all have something.

Not to mention the exaggerated exclamations from outside the venue such as "This is not the young owner of XX restaurant" and "That is the little daughter of famous chef XX", the performance of the contestants in the venue alone was enough to make Jiang Qi suspect that this script world is serious. In ancient times, it was still the ancient version of the Chinese Little Master.

Cut the white radish into thin slices. The radish slices draw a perfect arc in the air and then accurately fall into the plate and stack together. Is this an operation that can be done in reality?

The cold light of the kitchen knife flashed, and a whole chicken was cut into eight pieces in the flash of lightning. The chicken legs, chicken wings, and chicken breasts were all sorted and arranged. Is this an operation that can be done in reality?

The tofu was cut so fast that the knife left an afterimage. A small piece of tofu was cut into 15,000 strands. The strands were so thin that a needle could pass through them. This is something that can happen in reality... eh, this is really possible in reality. Some operations.

Isn’t this Wensi Tofu?

Finally seeing a normal contestant, Jiang Qi was so moved that he quickly ran to the female contestant and closely watched the movements of her hands.

After cutting the three pieces of tofu into shredded tofu, the unknown contestant took the loose tofu shreds out of the water, drained them and placed them on the chopping board.

There was a flash of cold light, and when Jiang Qi could see clearly, the tofu that was originally scattered on the chopping board had been tied up by bean sprouts into a hairless phoenix with its wings spread.

Jiang Qi:?

Is this possible in reality?

This script should not be classified as gourmet, but should be classified as fantasy.

The sudden appearance of a phoenix that lost its hair naturally attracted the attention of the onlookers. A knowledgeable onlooker exclaimed: "The phoenix sings in spring!"

"It's actually Phoenix Mingchun. This is the unique skill of the Wei family in Quzhou. Could this girl be Wei Ruyue, the only daughter of the Wei family?!"

Jiang Qi turned to look at Wei Ruyue. Unexpectedly, by such a coincidence, this was the protagonist he was looking at.

Wei Ruyue was making the tail feathers of the phoenix. She cut cucumbers and carrots into shreds, dipped them in starch and stuck them on the tail of the phoenix. Within ten minutes, the originally hairless phoenix was quite full of energy. Wei Ruyue used other vegetables for decoration in the same way. She cut out a small circle from the pumpkin and slowly carved it. Jiang Qi watched for two minutes and realized that she was carving the eyes of a phoenix.

Eyes are the most important when transforming into a dragon, and the same applies to a phoenix.

Wei Ruyue's dishes attracted the attention of most people in the audience. Even Huang Fugui was attracted by Wei Ruyue. He walked closer to observe the phoenix made by Wei Ruyue and was amazed.

The male contestants of the same age behind Wei Ruyue saw her actions clearly, snorted disdainfully, said something about claptrap in a low voice, and continued with their work.

Jiang Qi looked at the male contestant and found that he also had extraordinary knife skills.

Although there are no overly exaggerated movements, the shredded vegetables and shredded meat are the same thickness, and the knife is fast and steady. It is obvious that he has real skills.

In a sense, watching people cook is no different from watching people paint. The process is extremely enjoyable.

Chefs with superb cooking skills are creating art just like painters are painting, not to mention that these chefs are somewhat fantasy-like.

Jiang Qi just wanted to see how many dishes were glowing when he was waiting for the dishes to come out of the pot.

Gradually, Jiang Qi took a liking to him.

When the youngest boy in the room, who looked to be less than ten years old, stretched his face like a fish in water like a rhythmic gymnast performing a ribbon dance, which was smooth and entertaining, Jiang Qi began to seriously think about whether this world is real. There is a chef.

Otherwise, it is really difficult to explain why these people make cooking feel like they are cultivating immortals.

The melon-eating crowd inside and outside the stadium were just as feasting as Jiang Qi. Huang Fugui even forgot that he was the host of the finals and ran to the stone circle to ask the melon-eating crowd on the periphery what dishes these contestants were cooking.

"The girl dressed in black and chopping stuffing is Cao Sanniang. She opened the most famous steamed stuffed bun shop in Beijing. I ate it when I was in Beijing the year before last. The beef steamed buns were really amazing." This is the crowd of onlookers.

"It's really extraordinary and amazing!" This is Huang Fugui.

"How can a mere bun seller make flowers? Do you know who the youngest one is? That's Zhou Yuchu's youngest son! Zhou Yuchu's pastry skills are so good that all the empresses in the palace are full of praise. He Although the youngest son is only nine years old, he has already become somewhat of a true disciple of Zhou Yuchu. Gods all love young geniuses, and I think Zhou Yuchu’s youngest son will definitely win this time!" This is another onlooker.

"Wow, that's awesome." This is Huang Fugui.

"Who are you, you, have you ever eaten Zhou Yuchu's dim sum? It is said here that it is a bit authentic. What kind of dishes can a child with a yellow mouth make? Have you seen the uncle at the end? The famous chef king of Xuzhou One knife! He became famous in Xuzhou at the age of 17, he will definitely win the championship this time!" This is the third onlooker.

"Celebrity chef, he's amazing." It can be heard that Huang Fugui's adjectives are relatively lacking.

Soon, the surrounding area turned into a scene of fans fighting. The fans of each contestant were arguing fiercely. Only Huang Fugui listened and praised repeatedly. No matter who said it, he would sigh that it was awesome.

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Wei Ruyue was the first to finish the dish.

The Phoenix Mingchun she made should be regarded as a cold dish. It looks very beautiful. The phoenix feathers made of shredded vegetables of various colors come to life in the sun after being poured with her secret transparent sauce. From a distance, they really look like a bird about to spread its wings. Like a flying phoenix.

The outstanding appearance of the dish was naturally a plus. When Huang Fugui saw Wei Ruyue raising her hand to indicate that he was done, he couldn't wait to go forward and watch. He carefully walked around the Phoenix and praised it repeatedly.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. There is such a superb swordsman in this world who can make the phoenix look like a painter." Huang Fugui didn't dare to get close to Phoenix Mingchun.

"Mr. Huang, may I ask about this dish..." Wei Ruyue asked.

Huang Fugui clapped his hands, and two boys came up, carefully picked up Phoenix Mingchun and walked towards Weixian Tower.

"Of course this dish will be brought to the Weixian Restaurant for Mr. Chef God to taste. I will ask Miss Wei to take you to the resting area to wait and drink some tea. When everyone has finished cooking, the results will naturally be announced. I First go to Weixian Tower to inform you, Miss Wei, please come."

Wei Ruyue nodded and followed the boy to the resting place.

At this time, there is still half a stick of incense left.

Jiang Qi looked at the dishes of each contestant, and none of them looked like food that could be made in the world.

A budding lotus flower was made from various vegetables. The onlookers told the audience that they had to pour chicken soup when eating, and it was a fairyland food that bloomed while pouring water.

It's dark, but it's said to be extremely delicious. It's a delicious demon food that contains three kinds of meat: pig, beef and sheep.

Even the steamed buns are perfect in every fold. It is said that when you eat them, you feel like seeing a peerless beauty. It is a food from the demon world.

There is no human world.

When the time for burning incense came, the chefs present stopped what they were doing regardless of whether they were finished or not. Even if it was an unfinished semi-finished product, Huang Fugui asked the waiter to carry it to Weixianlou.

"Everyone." Huang Fugui beat the gongs and drums again, and the whole place fell silent. Then he continued, "The competition is over. As for the result, Mr. Chef God has his own decision, and you will know it soon. It's not too early now, Why don't you guys leave and go home for lunch."

When Huang Fugui said this, Jiang Qi noticed that this competition was actually held in the morning. Two hours of competition time, it is now noon, the sun is shining brightly, and it will be time to have lunch in half an hour.

Hearing what Huang Fugui said, the onlookers dispersed in cooperation, and excitedly recounted the grand occasion of the game just now.

All the contestants on the field have arrived at the resting area. Huang Fugui walked to the resting area, first waved his hands and saluted everyone, and then said with a smile: "Masters, Mr. Chef God invites you to the Wei Xian Tower."

Wei Ruyue stood up first, obviously very confident in her work today: "Let's go."

Everyone followed Huang Fugui to Weixian Tower.

There are eight tables on the first floor of Weixianlou, with 30 bowls of steaming vegetable noodles at 32 seats.

The noodles are very simple, freshly stretched white noodles, two small green vegetables, one cooked just right lying on the surface, and a yellow soft-boiled egg will remain when poked with chopsticks, but there is nothing else.

Compared with the dishes everyone made just now, these 30 bowls of vegetable noodles are simply pitiful.

Everyone was surprised and didn't know why, but they still sat down at Huang Fugui's signal and looked at the vegetable noodles in front of them with some confusion.

Jiang Qi was also a little confused. What does this mean?

Participation rewards?

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Chef God?" Wang Yidao, the oldest among the crowd, asked cautiously, "Can we announce the results now?"

"I am the God of Cooking." Huang Fugui said with a genuine smile.

Everyone in the house was shocked.

Not only were everyone present speechless in shock, but Jiang Qi also didn't expect Huang Fugui to be the God of Cooking.

In other words, Huang Fugui's reaction when he saw everything fresh during the competition just now was really not like God of Cooking.

Huang Fugui had already guessed the reaction of everyone present. No matter whether their first reaction was surprise, surprise or doubt, he looked at everyone with a smile, looking the same from beginning to end.

"When I was young, I, Mr. Huang, was just a street vendor, earning some hard-earned money by selling goods. My wife worked as a maid in a wealthy family, there were no elderly people at home, and my children had no one to take care of them at home, so I would give him to him every day before going out. My son makes a bowl of vegetable noodles and lays down an egg when he has some spare money."

“Later on, I was lucky enough to meet a noble person and become rich and prosperous. My son’s favorite food is still the vegetable noodles I made.

I have been making vegetable noodles for my son for more than 20 years. Now I make them not only for my son but also for my grandson. There is no skill in this bowl of noodles. As you can see, it is just a bowl of ordinary egg noodles. "

"Six years ago, the son of a restaurant owner in town committed a crime and needed money, so I bought his restaurant. I originally wanted to leave it there until he got rich and then buy it back, but one day I suddenly felt that such a big restaurant was a good place to buy it. To avoid waste, he changed his name to Wei Xian Lou and opened the business.

When we first opened the restaurant, we didn't find a chef, so I took on the job myself. Since I only know how to make vegetable noodles, Weixianlou only sells vegetable noodles. "

"The strange thing is that every customer who ate the noodles was full of praises, and gradually the reputation spread. I didn't show up all the time just because I was afraid of trouble. I didn't expect that the reputation would spread more and more widely, and finally I became famous. God of Cooking.”

"You are all cooking geniuses from Kyushu. I have just seen your skills, and they are far better than mine. I, Huang Fugui, can only make vegetable noodles and cannot be called the God of Cooking, and I can't teach you anything. If it really If I have any experience, it is probably that every time I make noodles, I will think of my son and grandson eating noodles. When I was still working as a peddler, no matter how hard and tiring it was, thinking about my son would make it easier. "

"So, I, Huang Fugui, would like to ask you all to do me a favor and help me keep the secret that I am the God of Cooking. I have handed over the secret of making noodles to you. From today on, you are all the descendants of the God of Cooking. Huang thanked everyone here."

Everyone was stunned when they heard Huang Fugui's words. Only Cao Sanniang asked: "I heard that Weixianlou was only open before lunch at first. Why is this?"

"That's right." Huang Fugui smiled sheepishly, "That's not because my little grandson likes to eat the vegetable noodles I made. I have to rush home at noon to make him vegetable noodles."

Cao Sanniang was also stunned.

"Do you have any other questions?"

No one said anything.

Huang Fugui bowed his hands to everyone: "Everyone, Huang has to go home to cook noodles for his young grandson, so I'll take my leave first."

"Please try the green vegetable noodles that made Huang famous first. If this noodles is cold, it won't taste good."

There was a flash of white light.

Jiang Qi returned to reality.