The Mightiest Little Peasant

"That... Master Ding, how are you?"

The host asked in a low voice.

"Almost, the next step is to wait!" Master Ding smiled.

The host's quirky face.

How does he feel that people here are so perfunctory!Especially the kid, the special water, throwing things away and putting the lid on the pot, it's over.

Look at Chef Thomas, how serious!Keep stirring the spoon and stirring the soup, try it from time to time, then add some seasoning to adjust the taste.

This is the chef!Take every dish seriously and sculpt every dish as an artwork!

But what about the kid, what are I doing now, I am fucking, even playing with my phone!

It's too water!

The host's face twitched.

Seeing this scene, there was an uproar in the audience, and many people covered their faces and couldn't bear to look at it.

"Too shameful!"

Even the president of the China Cooking Association also scolded, making his beard glared.

It seemed to those chefs that they sneered more and more contemptuously.

Soon, there was a scent in the venue, and there were dishes from the five chefs.

Every dish comes out, it will cause a cheer below.

"It's so fragrant! It's French pan-fried foie gras, or it's from the world's first chef. It must be delicious. If you can taste it, there will be no regrets in life."

"Look, that's the famous chicken stewed in red wine, a famous dish in the French court!"

A group of judges whispered and nodded from time to time, showing appreciation.

When they looked at Huaxia again, their faces were cold and their brows were straight.

There was a deserted chat, chatting with mobile phones, playing with mobile phones, except for a duck roasted in the oven, and a pot of soup in the pot, there was nothing. What are three good dishes?

Look, there are only two!

Soon, all five famous chefs completed their works, and one end was on the jury table.

"Let's take a look. The first one is the work of Chef Daniel. There are three courses in total: cream bacon pasta, Florentine steak, and Naples baked lobster."

"Look, the judges are very satisfied! Especially the oil tycoon from the United States, Mr. Murdoch, raised his thumbs and expressed his recognition of Chef Daniel's cooking skills."

"The judges started scoring and the final score was 115! We congratulate Chef Daniel."

Amidst the audience, a loud voice broke out.

You know, half of the judges on the stage are the top international food critics, half are super rich, which is not the old gluttons, what taste has not been tasted, and it is already amazing to get a score of 115.

"Next is Chef Sun Shangwen. He also has three courses. The first course is white sauce braised veal, the second course is red wine braised chicken, and the third course is steak tartare!"

"The judges' response was very enthusiastic! A lot of perfect scores, with a total score of 117! We congratulate Chef Sun."

Then came the works of Ichiro Matsui, and each judge had a plate of sushi, and the final score was 115.

Immediately afterwards, it was the world's second Thomas chef who brought two dishes of crispy onion soup and beef burgundy with red wine, and finally scored 119.

Finally, Chef Paul, the world's No. 1 chef, brought two famous dishes of French fried foie gras and French baked snails.

These two dishes caused a huge stir.

These two famous dishes are the world-famous dishes, and they were also produced by the first chef, which led the reporters to squeeze forward in order to smell the fragrance.

The scene was out of control.

"Full score, absolute perfect score!"

"This is extremely delicious!"

After the judges tasted it, one by one exclaimed, intoxicated.

"Full score, full score! It's incredible! It's worthy of being the world's top chef! Let's congratulate Chef Paul!"

At the meeting place, it suddenly boiled.

Those foreigners are all fanatical, but Chinese people are a bit sad.

Everyone has got a full score, and the magic meal must also get a full score.

However, as soon as they watched the situation on the stage, they were less hopeful.

"Master Tang, may I ask, are you all well?"

The host came over.

Tang Hao raised his head and said, "Hurry up, it's almost ready!"

"Master Tang, do you have any pressure now? Look, Chef Paul has scored full marks!" the host said again.

"Pressure? What is pressure!" Tang Hao said while playing with his mobile phone.

I am fucking!It's crazy!

The host was speechless.

That's the world's first chef!

Underneath, there was another coup.

The five chefs sat down, looking coldly.

"What kind of magic meal is worthless!" Master Matsui sneered.

"It can't be said that the magic meal is so popular in China, it certainly has some merits, but this time, unfortunately, I can't see the real magic meal. It is too much to lose our identity to compare with this kid."

Chef Thomas said.

"Yes! This comparison is a joke!" Chef Daniel said.

In the meeting place, there was a lot of coaxing, and even the Chinese people did not have any hope, let alone foreigners, it was a posture of watching jokes.

After a while, Tang Hao looked almost, then stood up, walked over, and opened the lid.

Suddenly, a scent rushed out.

Just now, the lid of this pot has never been lifted, and only a slight fragrance oozes out, completely covered by the aroma of other dishes.

Now, as soon as the lid is lifted, the rich aroma quickly spreads.

"What's this smell?"

With a slight sniff, the host froze.

The judges who were talking and laughing, the chef, was shocked and froze.

The aroma continued to spread, wherever it floated, it quieted down until the whole venue was quiet and silent.

Everyone looked up in unison and looked towards the stage.

Because this scent came from there.

Their expressions are a little trance, some are unbelievable.

This scent is really incredible, really like magic, just smelling this scent, it seems to be fascinating.

The chefs stood up unconsciously, their eyes wide, staring at the pot.

"This fragrance...how is it possible?"

The trance on their faces was totally unbelievable.

Tang Hao looked indifferent, picked up the spoon, and stirred it in the pan, and the scent became stronger.

The people sniffed greedily, their faces almost fanatical.

Grunt!Grunt!

Everywhere in the venue, there was a drunken voice.

Tang Hao took a bite, but nodded and muttered, "Okay, start cooking!"

Master Ding came over, picked up the bowls, and began to dress up.

Tang Hao went to the oven again, and took out the roast duck, which was filled with a strong aroma.

Soon, a bowl of silver soup and a plate of roast duck meat were served on the jury table.