Siheyuan: I am a fool, and I show off to the audience

Obviously, none of these people in front of them satisfied them.

Finally, they ate No. 5, which is Chef Sun's apprentice.

When I ate this, the faces of the three judges finally soothed a little.

"This dish, yes!".

"Okay!".

Chef Sun and Chef Li spoke one after another, and Chef Zhou also nodded.

At this point, the situation of this field is already very clear.

Among these people, only the one on the fourth platform has some skills with his apprentices.

At this moment, Chef Sun has already made up his mind to wait for him to be the first to eat, no matter how it tastes, after he finishes eating, he will be the first to speak.

We must depreciate this He Yuzhu's thing as worthless.

In this way, his apprentice will have a chance to qualify.

Soon, they walked in front of He Yuzhu.

For He Yuzhu, who has solid basic skills, several of them are extremely concerned.

Before I ate it, the meat in front of me made the eyes of the three judges shine.

For the evaluation of a dish, our country pays attention to color, flavor, and flavor.

The first is a color.

The appearance of this dish of meat can be said to be incomparable.

Bright red chili oil, dye the white and tender pork belly red, and serve with green peppers and garlic sprouts.

The combination of red and green seems to complement each other at this moment.

Speaking of this fragrance, the aroma of tempeh mixed with the aroma of pork rushes into the nostrils.

Smelling this, the three judges couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"I'll come first!".

At this moment, Chef Sun even forgot about his apprentice, and took the lead in picking up chopsticks and picking up a piece of pork.

A piece of pork is belly, salty, fresh, mixed with the direction of pork, and it enters Chef Sun's mouth.

An unforgettable smell exploded between his lips and teeth.

After one bite, Chef Sun's thoughts drifted into the distance, it was a cold winter night.

He was still a seven or eight-year-old child abandoned by his parents, and that year, he passed by the gate of Quanjude and almost froze to death.

At that time, the master of Quanjude passed by the door and kindly took him in.

That night, the master saw that he was hungry, so he turned on the fire and fried a dish for him. It's this time the pot meat.

The taste is exactly the same as in my impression.

Seeing that Chef Sun didn't speak, Chef Li next to him was a little puzzled, and also picked up a piece of meat.

After one bite, Chef Li's memory also drifted into the distance.

That's the taste of home.

It's the New Year, in the kitchen of my hometown, in the eyes of everyone, my grandmother brought out a dish of back pot meat.

Everyone couldn't wait to stretch out their chopsticks.

The taste of this meat is exactly the same as that made by grandma.

Chef Zhou also stretched out his chopsticks, and after a moment, he also fell silent.

One second passed, two seconds passed.

After more than ten seconds in a row, no one from the judges standing in front of the No. 4 plate spoke, and this unusual behavior finally attracted the attention of the chefs present.

"What's going on?".

"Why didn't the judges move?".

"Isn't there something wrong with this dish?"

....

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, and at this moment, Chef Zhou next to him came to his senses, and he spoke first.

"You don't have to try the rest of the game, the champion of the first group, just choose the fourth stage!".

Chef Li immediately chimed in.

"I have no opinion!".

The last one to come to his senses was Chef Sun.

He glanced at the apprentice beside him, struggling, but in the end, he spoke.

"I think it's okay, just stage four!".

It's not that he doesn't want to praise his apprentice, and this gap is too big!

"Ahh

"What's the situation?".

"Why?".

The chefs watching in the back haven't reacted yet, and the first three are the first to fry the pot.

Chef Sun: "This hot pot meat reminds me of my master!"

Chef Lee: "The taste of home!".

Chef Zhou: "Eat it yourself!".

After the three chefs finished speaking, they stepped aside, and when they heard this, the crowd next to them rushed up.

In an instant, the opposition disappeared.

A plate of back to the pot meat, the essence of being robbed.

"If there are no opinions, then I will announce that the winner of the first group, He Yuzhu from the rolling mill!".

The host said the news with a bitter face.

Seeing that everyone was so positive, he also picked up chopsticks and wanted to taste what this magical pot meat tasted like.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got over, even the oil on the bottom of the plate was licked up.

"Now, let's play the second round!".

A dozen chefs from the first round went down one by one, and soon the people from the second round came up.

Winning the first group is equivalent to getting a ticket to the finals.

As soon as He Yuzhu came back, everyone was excited, if it weren't for the fact that there were not many people present, they would have to throw He Yuzhu to the sky to celebrate.

He Yuzhu's side is also to let everyone calm down.

The game was won, and it could have been possible to retreat in advance.

Because according to the organizing committee, today's time is limited, only the preliminaries are compared, and the finals have to be prepared again, and will not be held today.

But He Yuzhu was not ready to retreat, he wanted to observe again.

After all, these people who came up today are likely to be his opponents in the next round.