At one o'clock in the afternoon, the "God of Cooking Contest" competition officially began recording.
All departments are ready, and audiences enter the venue one after another.
"Chinese cuisine is extensive and profound. Who is the culinary skill of Xinxin. Hello, everyone, audience and friends in front of the TV. Welcome to the exclusive title broadcast of "Not all milk is called Teneru". I It is the host Xiao Hong."
"Next, I will introduce to you the powerful judges of this competition, they are the gourmet cooking master Mr. Jiang Youwei, welcome!"
"Ms. Zhang Yuyan, an internationally renowned gourmet, welcome!"
"Senior food blogger Miss Hu Lan, welcome!"
"In addition, I would like to introduce the special guest of this competition, Ms. Zhang Lindie, welcome!"
"Finally, let us welcome the six contestants of this competition with the warmest applause!"
There was thunderous applause and cheers.
During the VcR broadcast on the big screen, Chen Feng and five other players came to the stage.
His appearance immediately drew ridicule from the audience.
"Who is this kid in the end? He looks like a kid, can he cook?"
"I guess you can't even take a kitchen knife, right?"
"How can the program team let such people come to the competition!"
"It's ridiculous that there is nothing but handsome!"
Chen Feng naturally heard the comments from the audience below.
He is smiling and unhurried.
Too handsome is easy to be controversial, this, he has long been used to.
Su Xinyao and Su Xinyue sat in the middle of the second row of the auditorium, their two pairs of clear eyes like deer looked nervously at the stage, and from time to time they came together to make a few quiet discussions.
Indulged in a glance at the sisters.
Chen Feng turned his attention to the judges.
Oh, it's incredible!
Four judges and two family members.
One is the mother-in-law and the other is the sister-in-law, these two women almost put him in their mouths.
Jiang Youwei and Chen Feng also know him. He has invited Chen Feng to participate in the God of Cooking Contest more than once, and he values Chen Feng very much.
The last food blogger Hu Lan, who doesn't seem to be in his twenties, is not familiar to Chen Feng.
But she looked at herself as a proper nympho, and Chen Feng was sure about it.
The final of the "God of Kitchen Contest" is divided into three rounds, and the top two chefs in each round will participate in the final battle of the God of Cooking.
In the competition, each contestant has three hours of cooking time.
During the cooking process, the camera followed the contestants into the kitchen and took close shots, bringing a rich visual and taste feast to the audience.
In the kitchen.
Chen Feng started to get busy as soon as he saw the other five people coming in, smiled and found a chair to sit down, took out his mobile phone and started playing games.
Jiang Zheng was cutting vegetables, and he shredded potatoes as thin as hair.
Seeing Chen Feng playing a game, he laughed at the opponent Xudong and said, "Look at that kid, he doesn't look like a game when he comes to the game."
"I spent money to come in and play." Fang Xudong didn't put Chen Feng in his eyes at all, didn't even look at it, and concentrated on cooking his food.
Liu Niu chopped the minced meat loudly.
He glanced at Chen Feng and reminded: "Young man, the game only lasts for three hours. If you don't hurry up, what games are you playing there?"
"Playing with chicken." Chen Feng replied harmlessly with a smile on his face.
Liu Niu was at a loss for words.
Jiang Zheng couldn't help laughing out loud: "Chef Liu, you don't need to waste your tongue with this kid, just let him continue to play the game and wait to lose the game."
Wang Hu has started to deep-fry the food, and the aroma fills the kitchen.
He is proficient in his movements, his eyes are firm, and he seems confident about the result of the game.
Seeing that Chen Feng was enjoying the game, he sneered: "This kid probably doesn't even know how to play, and he deserves to participate in the game with us!"
Fang Xudong started flattering: "Master Wang is exquisite in cooking. That is famous in our Rongcheng. This kid doesn't even have a ten thousandth of your strength."
"Humph." Wang Hu snorted coldly, disdainful on his face, but felt very helpful in his heart.
Time passed halfway quickly.
Chen Feng continued to sit in his seat and play the game. After one game ended, he raised his head and looked at the busy chefs.
Stir-fried dishes, carved carved flowers, the kitchen is filled with the mixed fragrance of various foods.
"Boy, what are you looking at, shouldn't you show you hungry?" Fang Xudong looked at Chen Feng, who was silent, and laughed, "Are you sitting and waiting to lose?"
"Knowing that you don't have that strength, so if you voluntarily give up the game, it's considered your kid acquaintance." He Tong glanced at Chen Feng.
Fang Xudong held the kitchen knife in his hand and guessed: "When you can't hand over the food, are you trying to shame the show on purpose, or do you want to make headlines?"
"Young people nowadays, what can't be done for the sake of fire?"
Liu Niu said contemptuously: "Yesterday I saw a painting on the news that went viral abroad. What's the name of the work... "Sit·Love" was painted by our artist in Rongcheng. It's really shameful."
Fang Xudong was surprised: "Make... love? Old cow, did you hear that right?"
"Foreigners are open and it is normal to be able to fire." Jiang Zheng was not surprised.
"I heard that it has been photographed for 500 million." Liu Niu added.
"So awesome!"
Fang Xudong sighed enviously, walked to Chen Feng's side, and glanced down at the game he was playing: "Boy, did you hear that, a painting by others can sell for hundreds of millions, but we chefs are exhausted. It’s tens of thousands of dollars to live for a month. If you don’t work hard, you can only serve dishes to people in the future~"
Listening to the conversations of the people, Chen Feng searched the Internet, and indeed, the painting "Sit·Love" made by him and Su Xinyan was a blockbuster in foreign painting exhibitions. Countless rich people have auctioned them, and the highest price has been sold to 500 million. .
Putting down the phone, he stood up and looked at Fang Xudong who was looking at him with contempt.
"Li Jing, the master of the Southern Tang Dynasty, likes to read books, and he especially values the poets. Feng Yansi was promoted because of his poetry. This person was domineering and humiliating courtiers wantonly."
Fang Xudong didn't understand, he didn't understand why Chen Feng suddenly told him a story.
Chen Feng chuckled and continued.
"Li Jing called him to him one day and said a poem to him."
"What poem?"
"The wind suddenly picked up, wrinkling a pool of spring water."
Fang Xudong heard it even more bewildered: "What do you mean by this?"
Chen Feng smiled quietly, washed his hands and started making dishes for the competition.
Fang Xudong asked Liu Niu in wonder, "Old Niu, do you know what that kid said?"
Liu Niu glanced at Chen Feng and laughed: "Hahaha, there is the following sentence in this poem, what is the matter with Qian Qing, which means that you are too much nosy."
"Made!" Fang Xudong's fist was immediately clenched.