The Local Lazy Man System

The sound of one person swallowing saliva is very soft, but when more than twenty people make this sound at the same time, it can be very powerful.

The sound was so loud that the onlookers in the hotel felt very strange. What happened to these referees? They all looked into the bowl stupidly, and now they all made such a sound, what is in this bowl, no Is it egg fried rice?

But soon twenty-five spoons, twenty-five customer referees of different ages started, the first chopsticks had just been delivered to the mouth, the second chopsticks had fallen again, and a small bowl of eggs was half full. The fried rice was quickly wiped out.

A minute later, there was not a single piece of rice in the empty rice bowl, and even the oil on the egg fried rice in the bowl was licked clean by the referees with their tongues. .

This made the onlookers stunned. Why did this group of referees look like refugees from Africa? They didn't look like they had eaten enough for months.

A group of customer referees closed their eyes and shook their heads after eating all the egg fried rice in the bowl. They looked like the students in the ancient school, shaking their heads and chanting the articles of the sages, so obsessed .

This egg fried rice is not only beautiful in appearance, but also the taste did not disappoint them. The taste in their mouths gave them the feeling of "the only one in this life".

It is worthy of the aroma that makes them greedy and salivating when they first entered the nostrils. I have to say that the taste of this egg fried rice is better than their expectations compared to its beautiful and dazzling appearance!

The entire hall was silent for a while except for the occasional grinding of the mouths of these referees of different ages.

Looking at the expressions of these referees, they were obviously all intoxicated, they were all squinting, full of aftertaste expressions.

The restaurant team headed by Xu Juan and Chef Tu naturally knew that they were going to lose this game, and they lost badly.

As the saying goes, the higher the float, the harder the fall. Xu Juan felt that it was no fault of others. Who told her to be so unlucky that she ran into such a hidden chef. Who would have thought that this young man in his thirties could really cook so well.

It can be said that "if you sow beans, you will reap beans, and if you sow melons, you will reap melons. What kind of cause is planted before, and what kind of fruit will be reaped later. The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not good!"

"too delicious!"

"I've never eaten such delicious egg fried rice."

This is the best thing I've ever eaten in my life! "

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After all, these judges are all selected from the diners, not professional judges. Do you have any professional words to describe the deliciousness of Ye Rongrong's egg fried rice? sentence.

They are all common old-fashioned compliments, and the most powerful one is the revised version of an old referee in his sixties who praised "this taste should only be found in the sky, how many times can we eat it in the world".

There is no way that they are not professional judges. Such delicious egg fried rice is delicious in their mouths, but it is too delicious. Anyway, it is delicious to the limit of their taste.

What words do they use to express this delicious egg fried rice, except for "absolutely", they really can't find any words to express the deliciousness of egg fried rice.

If the egg fried rice made by Chef Tu tastes delicious, then the egg fried rice made by this young man named Ye Rongrong makes people feel so delicious that they want to fly.

In terms of "taste", Chef Tu is far behind this young man named Ye Rongrong.

Although these referees are not professionals, they don't have professional words to evaluate the level of Chef Tu and Ye Rongrong's egg fried rice.

But this group of people are very clear that in terms of "color", "fragrance" and "taste", this chef Tu, a master of Cantonese cuisine, is really far inferior to this young man named Ye Rongrong. A player in a weight class.

If this young man named Ye Rongrong is a master chef, then this Chef Tu,

The master of Cantonese cuisine can barely be regarded as a culinary apprentice who has just graduated from the teacher. The level of these two people is not at the same level at all, not at the same level at all, not on the same plane at all.

A judge who had tasted Chef Tu's cooking skills before thought that Chef Tu's culinary skills were superb and he was worthy of being a master of Cantonese cuisine.

But today, after eating the egg fried rice made by this young man named Ye Rongrong, he felt that Chef Tu, a master of Cantonese cuisine, was a bit exaggerated, and he became like rubble on the side of the road, becoming dull and dull.

Therefore, the twenty-five customers who acted as referees reached a consensus on the evaluation of the two people's 'Egg Fried Rice' without dispute.

There is no doubt that Ye Rongrong won the first match with an absolute advantage!

The vote was twenty-five to zero!

The hotel lost without any suspense, not even a single consolation ticket, and was definitely blown away by Ye Rongrong.

The group of people at the restaurant headed by Xu Juan looked very unhappy, although judging from the expressions of the customers who acted as referees just now, their side must have a higher chance of losing.

But I never thought it would be so ridiculously high. This is no longer a matter of losing, but of being slapped in the face bitterly.

This is still in his own restaurant, on his own territory, when the right time, place and people are all in his favor, and he lost so outrageously and miserably.

How can I continue to open my restaurant after the news spreads? In the future, if others don’t say that the chefs in my restaurant are poor, it’s better to be a boy who is not a professional chef. Who will come to eat at my restaurant in the future? My restaurant’s cooking is superb brand.

"Yeah, we won, brother-in-law is the best."

When the voting results came out, Liu Xixi jumped up happily.

I knew that my brother-in-law was amazing and would definitely win, who told me that my brother-in-law was from a "Yamasai", the chef in your restaurant, how can I be my brother-in-law's opponent!

Losing, that's perfectly normal.

If you don't lose, that's a miracle!

Now she was jumping and jumping happily for Liu Xixi, except for a little excitement, Liu Qingqing didn't jump up and down. After all, Liu Qingqing is now the child's mother, so she is more stable.

And Ye Rongrong's expression hasn't changed since the start of the game, it's still very natural.

This is not because Ye Rongrong is pretending, the key is because he just watched the process of Chef Tu scrambling eggs and fried rice and the "color" and "aroma" of the fried rice he fried, so he was very impressed with this so-called special third-level, Chef Tu, a master of Cantonese cuisine, is very disappointed in his level. I am not surprised that I can beat him.

Although Chef Tu's third-level culinary skills can already be called a master chef, it is far from the level of Ye Rongrong's master of chefs.

You must know that the higher the level, the greater the gap between them, and it is not a concept that one plus one equals two.

The distance between a master and a master chef can be said to be "one step closer, one step farther away". The gap in level is like a chasm, insurmountable. That kind of exaggerated gap is already a world of difference!

Chef Tu looked at the voting results of the competition and was completely taken aback. No matter what, he never thought that there would be such a result, twenty-five to zero, what kind of concept is this.

I have worked hard in the kitchen for decades, participated in many competitions, won many awards in various domestic and foreign culinary competitions, and also got the highest level in the culinary world, the qualification of a special third-level chef .

Known as a master of Cantonese cuisine by people in the industry, he often participates in various culinary competitions as a judge, giving advice to those younger generations. He always thinks that he has reached the highest level of culinary skills. He has few rivals at home and abroad, even masters of other culinary schools , no one dared to say that he would surpass himself in terms of culinary skills.

In the end, I was getting old, but I was slapped severely at the door of my house, twenty-five to zero, which shows that my decades of cooking skills are simply scum in front of this young man. Not his opponent at all.

In vain, I am still complacent about my cooking skills. As the old saying goes, "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people", I am really watching the sky from a well.

Chef Tu picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of the egg fried rice fried by Ye Rongrong, and chewed it in his mouth. At the beginning, it was tender and tender. The softness of the rice was just right, and the eggs were neither too old nor too tender. Appropriately, oil, rice, and eggs are well mixed, and when eaten into the stomach, every pore of the body is intuited, and it is indescribably comfortable.

Let Chef Tu, who has been a chef for decades, have eaten delicacies made by countless cuisine masters at home and abroad, but he feels that the fried rice with eggs in front of him is not as delicious.

Chef Tu couldn't even imagine how high a person's culinary skills would be if an egg fried rice could be fried to this level. It seemed to him that he didn't feel wronged at all when he lost, and he was convinced that he lost.

"Ah..., there is also delicious fried rice with eggs."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy happened to see Chef Tu eating egg fried rice with a spoon. He stood up excitedly and shouted, picked up the bowl, and immediately ran towards Chef Tu.

"Haha, why did I forget that there is also delicious fried rice with eggs, why are you still thinking about it, hurry up and get some more to eat."

The group of referee customers who were stunned by the little boy's shouts all picked up their bowls and rushed towards Chef Tu.

These people have forgotten their age, gender, and regardless of their image, they rushed to the egg fried rice position, afraid that they would be slow and there would be no scum left.

Soon Xu Juan, Chef Tu, and several waitresses were squeezed out by the referees, and they could only watch stupidly as the crowd jostled for the few remaining eggs. Fried rice, what's going on.

"Hey, I said you should take care of it, everyone hasn't."

"Hey, save some for us, a little is enough."

"I'm talking about you, just now you told others to order less, why did you fill up the whole bowl and eat it?"

"Hmm... um..., whoever does less is a fool."

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Looking at these crazy referees, everyone in the hall was dumbfounded. What is this? (To be continued.)