The Mightiest Little Peasant

The host was stunned, and looked at Tang Hao, his face stunned.

On the other side, the five chefs, as well as the people on their team, even the judges, reporters, and audience, were all stunned.

Just now, they just thought that this kid didn't understand the etiquette and went wrong, but who knows, he is really a chef!

Are you kidding me?

This is the first thought that comes to everyone's mind.

The opponent is an international top chef, which is not the top ten in the world. The Chinese side has sent a young man in his early twenties as the head chef. This is not a joke!

You know, the chef is the core person of a team, and he must be the person with the highest cooking skills.

They had thought that the party of Xinmofan would send Master Ding as the head chef, but now, Master Ding actually hit the young man.

Does this mean that the cooking skills of this young man are even higher than that of Master Ding?

How is this possible!

Culinary skills are to be accumulated. Famous chefs in their twenties have never heard of them.

"What the hell!"

The people on the Chinese side were in an uproar.

Those foreigners laughed.

"Haha! You see, before starting to compare, the Huaxia people admonish and push a young man to be the chef, so that they can dump the pot if they fail."

"Hey! I knew this already, why did you still engage in the book!"

The media reporters were excited, and had already started writing, sending them online.

On the jury, the food critics and the rich also laughed out loud.

Although the result has been determined long ago, I did not expect that Huaxia would admit defeat so early, it is really boring!

"Humph!"

There were a few snorting noises from the chefs.

They are all a little sullen, pushing a hairy kid as their opponent, is this not insulting them!

For a time, in a large venue, boos and coaxing continued.

Tang Hao looked indifferent, took Master Ding and walked to the stage to stand still.

When the eyes were swept, he was startled.

On the jury seat, Yuzao sat there and blinked at him with a playful look.

At this time, the host had recovered, and laughed to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Okay, both sides of the game are here. Now, let me introduce the rules."

"This time, it's not a showdown between chefs, but a showdown between cuisines. The five famous chefs on this side represent French, Italian, and Japanese cuisine."

"And this side represents China's magic meal."

"This time, there are no restrictions except for time restrictions, and there is no limit to the number of dishes, as long as you complete your work within three hours."

"Now, please start!"

As the host's voice fell, several chefs over there looked at Tang Hao with a scornful smile before walking to their place.

For this young chef, they didn't even see it.

This time, it was entirely their performance.

On the stage, six kitchen seats were arranged, lined up in a row, five international chefs successively occupied the five on the right, and Tang Hao occupied the leftmost position.

Tang Hao walked to the location, and the chefs behind brought materials from the carts, as well as various kitchen utensils, one by one.

Then a group of people began to be busy.

Vegetable washing, vegetable cutting, orderly.

Tang Hao stood there with his hands on his back and did nothing.

Now, it is still in the preparation stage, and it is not his turn at all.

Seeing this, there was another booing below.

"What a big shelf!"

"Ah! Such a big thing, the new magic meal is so engaged, are you afraid of smashing the brand! This is a shame on our face!"

A group of Chinese people underneath could not see it and shook their heads one after another.

Originally, if Master Ding became the head chef, with his superb cooking skills, coupled with the magical effect of magic meal, he might conquer the stomachs of those foreigners and win the game.

But to change such a young man as a chef, it is not a loss.

At this moment, the host walked up on stage.

"Let's take a look at Chef Daniel. Chef Daniel is the national treasure chef of Italy. He has always maintained the title of Michelin Samsung. Wow! This is a big lobster, is this a baked lobster! Is there any pasta? ..."

"Let's take a look at Chef Matsui. Chef Matsui is known as the god of sushi. Of course, this time I made sushi..."

"Let's take a look at Chef Paul. These are snails and foie gras. These two dishes are very famous among French dishes!"

"..."

"Finally, let's take a look at our China side, that... Excuse me, Chef Tang, how many dishes will you make this time?"

"Three ways!" Tang Hao said coldly.

In his hand, he raised a duck and was picking up various materials and stuffing it into his stomach.

"Three ways? One is a duck! I know, it must be your famous Qibao duck in the new magic meal!" The host patted the thigh with excitement.

"No!"

Tang Hao still said coldly.

Suddenly, the host froze, and the smile on his face froze.

"Haha! Not Qibao Duck? What is that?" He was particularly embarrassed.

Tang Hao glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to fill in the materials.

"I depend! This kid, there is not much skill, the shelf is too big!" The host scolded.

"That... Chef Tang, may I ask, are you the cook of the new magic meal? In which store do you work?"

"No!"

"Huh? Isn't it?" The host suddenly froze.

I am fucking, this is not the chef of the new magic meal?

"Then... do you have any certificates? What level are they in? Are there any award-winning experiences?" He thought about it and asked again.

"No!" Tang Hao said very simply.

The host was stunned again, a little messy.

I am Nima!Not even a certificate?In other words, there are no levels!Isn't that a chef apprentice!

Also messy, there are those audiences.

After a group of foreigners understood, they laughed again.

They have completely taken this as a joke.

After filling the duck, Tang Hao put it in the oven and roasted it.

Then, he took a large pot and put it on the stove to start cooking soup.

Wow!

The pots and pots of material poured down, including bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and some seafood. Of course, all kinds of medicinal herbs are indispensable.

Everything fell into one brain, and a little more seasoning was done.

Tang Hao put on the pot lid, clapped his hands, then pulled over a stool and sat down.

"alright, alright!"

Master Ding, they were relieved, they found a stool, sat down, and began to talk and laugh, gossiping, a comfortable look.

The host looked at this side, and then looked at the other side. The five teams were busy, and they were dumbfounded.