If it was a culinary competition, even if the contestant had the slightest flaw, the judges would be considerate.
For example, Ma Tiancheng's dish could get at least 90 points, but he only got 79 points in the Culinary God Competition. Although it was only one point away, he could only be eliminated.
The ten judges invited by the organizers were extremely picky. They could not tolerate sand in their eyes and were extremely picky when it came to the color, aroma, and taste of the food.
"I don't accept this!"
"I don't accept this …"
Ma Tiancheng was taken away by two powerhouses. He was still roaring loudly with tears in his eyes.
After winning the culinary competition, he had been working hard on his culinary skills, hoping to get a good result in the Culinary God Competition. However, to deny all his years of hard work because of an insignificant flaw was unacceptable!
The other contestants watched as Ma Tiancheng was taken away. They did not gloat, only anxiety and nervousness. After all, they might be eliminated like him in the next second.
After the ten judges rinsed their mouths with water, they began to evaluate the other contestants. In the end, the highest score for the first few works was 76 points.
"This is a bit too much," Jun Changxiao said.
He could smell the food made by the contestants through his spiritual sense. The taste was very good, but none of them met the passing standard. At this rate, more than a hundred contestants would be eliminated.
Humans were not saints. How could they not make mistakes?
Being harsh because of a small flaw, or being harsh on purpose, would seem unreasonable.
Tang Ren said, "Jun Patriarch did not watch the last Culinary God Competition. The main judge did not have much money. After the first round of evaluation, only a few people advanced."
"No way?"
Jun Changxiao's eyes widened.
If only a few people advanced this time, it would be the same as entering the finals.
The System said, "The author should not exaggerate the word count."
"The taste is a bit salty. Failure."
"This flower peeled from a radish is very bad. It lowered the overall beauty of the dish. Failure."
"The taste is not bad. The knife skills are okay, but it looks older than me. A failure of failures."
"…"
The corners of the martial artists' mouths twitched.
If the taste was not right, it was normal to be eliminated.
If the knife skills were bad, it was normal to be eliminated.
However, if the person was eliminated because of his age, how could cooking be based on appearance?!
Of course.
With the same culinary skills, one was a dish made by a peerless beauty, and the other was a dish made by a muscular man. Which one would you choose?
Anyway, I chose the second option because of her looks.
"Eliminated!"
"Eliminated!"
None of the top 20 contestants got 80 points. They were all eliminated. Naturally, they couldn't accept it. When they were pulled down, they all shouted, "There's a conspiracy! There must be a conspiracy!"
"I thought that half of the 120 people in the first round would make it to the next round. Now, it seems that it would be very good if 20 people could make it to the next round!"
"More than 20. I think it's probably in the single digits!"
"Could it be that this group of judges came from the heavens and are all otherworldly?"
What the audience couldn't stand the most was that the judges would throw the dishes into the trash can after determining that they were unqualified.
Even if there was a small flaw in the dish, they shouldn't waste it like this!
"He's asking for a beating."
Jun Changxiao, who was sitting in the audience seat, almost couldn't help but fly over and rub the ten fellows who were wasting food on the ground.
Oh my god.
An advertising maniac actually dared to say that someone was asking for a beating. Was there still any law? Was there any justice in this world?
…
In the continuous evaluation, a contestant finally got 81 points and successfully made it to the second round. The number of eliminated people had reached 40.
Such a terrifying elimination rate was simply outrageous. At the same time, it also showed that the God of Cookery Competition was very strict. It was worthy of being called the continent's greatest culinary event.
"Not bad, not bad."
When it was Lin Yao's turn, the ten judges nodded and praised him. In the end, they gave him the highest score so far, 91 points.
Next, a few more contestants made it to the second round.
The audience also realized that those who made it to the second round were all disciples of the previous God of Cookery Competition!
Those who didn't have a strong background were indeed used as stepping stones.
It was not that they suspected that there was a conspiracy behind the competition. It was just that the champions were all capable. Naturally, their disciples were also capable.
The evaluation was still going on.
After the 100 contestants' dishes were tested, only eight people made it to the next round.
"The disciple of the God of Cookery will definitely have no problem. If the other contestants are eliminated, they won't be able to make it to the next round!"
"The girl named Liu Wanshi should have no problem, right?"
Everyone was looking forward to it.
"Fail, fail, fail …"
The ten judges continued to evaluate. More than ten contestants were eliminated.
"Little guy."
An old man with the demeanor of an immortal walked up to Qian Songbao and said with a smile, "The dish you made should be a special beef brisket. The God of Cookery once made it, and I had the honor of tasting it. I wonder how much of his legacy you have inherited?"
Several other judges also walked over.
They didn't taste it immediately. Instead, they evaluated the color of the dish and nodded their heads in affirmation.
"Everyone, please."
The old man picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He was overjoyed and said, "This is the taste!"
"As expected of the successor of the God of Cookery!"
The other judges praised him with rich expressions after tasting it. When they raised their scoreboards, all of them had 10 points!
"Qian Songbao's special beef brisket gets full marks!" Huang Jinzan announced loudly.
"Oh my god! The judges are so strict, but they gave him full marks. It's unbelievable! "
The audience in front of the TV widened their eyes.
"He's really capable," Jun Changxiao said.
From the change in Qian Songbao's eyes when he touched the kitchen utensils, he realized that this kid definitely had some skills. To be able to get full marks in the first round proved that his eyes were very sharp!
System: "…"
Was this guy praising others or praising himself?
"There are more and more sect members, and Du Du's workload has increased a lot. If we can pull this kid over and make him the number two golden chef, it's not bad."
Jun Changxiao's eyes gradually lit up.
Qian Songbao suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He said to himself, "Ominous premonition!"
"Little girl."
After the ten judges rinsed their mouths, they stopped in front of Liu Wanshi and said with a smile, "This dish is?"
"Mapo Tofu," Liu Wanshi said.
"Oh?"
Everyone looked at each other. Obviously, they had never heard of such a dish in the Falling Star Continent.
"What's the specialty?" The old man with the demeanor of an immortal smiled.
Other than Qian Songbao, he had a serious face when facing the other contestants. Facing Liu Wanshi, he was so amiable. He also thought highly of this girl.
"This …"
Liu Wanshi scratched her head and said, "It's mainly spicy and numb."
"Can you open the lid?"
"Yes."
The old man waved his hand lightly, and a natural spiritual energy spread out. The lid flew up on its own and landed on the table.
At this moment, the projection array in the sky also zoomed in. A plate of Sichuan Mapo Tofu appeared on the screen. It was red and white in color, with some green onion sprouts as decoration.
"The specialty of Mapo Tofu is that it's numb, spicy, hot, and salty," Jun Changxiao crossed his arms and said, "This girl used a clay pot to store it because she was afraid that it would get cold after a long time."
"The dish is not bad."
The ten judges nodded their heads in agreement.
"Everyone, please."
The old man was just about to eat when Liu Wanshi reminded him, "It's best to prepare more water, because it's a little spicy."
"Hehe."
One of the judges smiled and said, "When it comes to food, I'm always happy if it's spicy."
He picked up a piece of tofu with his chopsticks and touched it. He obviously felt that it was very elastic, so he praised, "It's really surprising that it's still so elastic after being preserved until now."
He put it in his mouth and chewed.
The other judges either used chopsticks or spoons to evaluate.
Everyone stared at it without blinking. Soon, through the camera, they saw that their faces were all flushed red, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
The judges who were happy if it wasn't spicy had already closed their eyes. It was as if they were at the mouth of a volcano. Their whole body and even their internal organs were experiencing the heat.
"So spicy, so numb!"
"Ha —"
"Ha —"
"Shua!"
Without caring about anything else, they picked up the water used to rinse their mouths and drank it. They even felt that if they didn't quickly get rid of the spicy taste, their whole body would burn!
The other judges also picked up the water bottle and drank it in a panic. After drinking it all, they still felt that it was extremely spicy!
"Shui Shui Shui Shui!"
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PS, for the sake of this water, can you throw the recommendation ticket to me?
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