Dashi Xiujie, Su Cha, Ke Sen, and Dupont were having a lame conversation in the cafe of the hotel.
Why was it lame? Because they were conversing in English. Dupont was Filipino, Su Cha was Thai, Dashi Xiujie was Japanese, and Ke Sen was Chinese.
Well, the first three basically put together the three countries with the most difficult English accents. Don't you think it's lame?
"The finals will be held on Wednesday. Ke Sen, should we visit Monkey King today?" Dashi Xiujie asked Ke Sen while drinking coffee.
"The finals will be held the day after tomorrow. It's definitely not a good idea to visit Head Chef Yuan today," Ke Sen ordered a cup of lemonade in the cafe. He wasn't used to drinking coffee.
After answering Dashi Xiujie, Ke Sen brought up a topic, "How's the preparation of your dishes?"
The moment he mentioned that, the other three's expressions changed instantly. They became vigilant.
"Not really. After all, the topic this time is too broad," Su Cha answered immediately.
The topic of the finals was announced to the four after the top four were decided. All four of them received a slip of paper with the topic written on it: Chicken, Duck, and Goose, Three Flights to the Sky.
The latter three flights to the sky was called a "supporting piece" in ancient times. It was used to support the topic, which was easy for Ke Sen to understand. The topic of the finals was to choose one of the three types of birds as the main dish.
But for Su Cha, Dupont, and Dashi Xiujie, it wasn't so friendly.
As an international conference, even if the purpose was to promote Chinese culture, it was impossible for the participants to not understand the topic. Otherwise, it would appear petty. Therefore, the officials translated the topic into Tagalog, Thai, and Japanese.
But just in case, Su Cha and the other two still found their Chinese friends to translate it.
It wasn't that they didn't trust the organizer, but they were afraid of missing some details. The finals would determine whether they could get the first place and obtain the guidance of Head Chef Yuan. They couldn't be careless.
Su Cha wasn't wrong to say that the topic was broad. After all, chicken was a delicacy that couldn't be finished in a short time, let alone duck and goose.
The tall and thin Dupont, who was like a drying pole, immediately said, "We seldom eat goose in the Philippines. If we get a goose, we'll be in trouble."
"Indeed, we haven't made any progress. Ke Sen, let's see if you have any ideas. If it's convenient, Ke Sen, please enlighten us." Dashi Xiujie, who looked honest, also shook his head and then fixed his eyes on Ke Sen.
Ke Sen sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he was still smiling. These people were too treacherous. They didn't even cooperate with him when he inquired about information, yet they still wanted to inquire about him.
"Compared to the three chefs, my cooking experience is still too shallow, but I heard that the Philippines' Honey Sweet Goose is also very famous," Ke Sen said.
Dupont suddenly realized and said, "If Mr. Ke Ke didn't remind me, I, Ke Sen, I Xiujie, I would have forgotten.
The rotten old man is very wicked, to believe in you is a fool.
Ke Sen was very clear about it. He could tell from the questions that Green Chef set in the previous competition that it was very fair.
If goose was a rare delicacy in the Philippines, it would be impossible to use this as a topic. Since this topic came up, it meant that Philippine cuisine did not lack goose as Dupont said.
This Cha Feng, Sen, Du Ch, Su Dut. Duan Dong Duking, Xi Tian, Cha.
The four fell into silence. Some looked down at their cups, and some were in a daze.
Cooking was like fighting with Jianghu swordsmen. The swordsmen had a trump card to save their lives. Similarly, no one knew what the chef had in his hand.
About five minutes later, a voice broke the silence. "Mr. Sucha, when you were in the top ten, your dishes really opened my eyes. I heard that Mr. Sucha is a rare chef. You know Thai, North Thai, South Thai, and East Thai, the four major cuisines of Thailand. You will definitely bring out more amazing dishes in the finals."
The speaker was Dupont. He liked to call him Mr. Sucha, and his voice was easy to recognize.
"We only have four cuisines in Thailand. We don't have as many cuisines as China, and Head Chef Dashi is the best. Since the semi-finals, his dishes have always been ranked first." Sucha's tone revealed a strong fear.
The Young Chefs Competition had always been an elimination system. The three judges had a full score of 30 points, and Dashi Xiujie's score had always been the highest.
Just as many Japanese media said, Dashi Xiujie was the most likely person to be guided by the Imperial Grandmaster.
After all, since he was evaluated by Yuan Zhou as "good except for not tasty" in the Sino-Japanese exchange, he had tried his best to catch up.
Although he was getting further and further behind, Dashi Xiujie was no longer the same person three years ago!
"It's a fluke. It must be because Sucha, Dupont, and Ke Sang didn't show their real strength. That's why I'm ranked first temporarily." Dashi Xiujie's words were not convincing at all.
They were holding back, but so was Dashi Xiujie.
"I have to continue the preparation, so I'll go back to my room." Ke Sen stood up and said goodbye. He was the first one to leave the hotel cafe.
When he returned to his room, Ke Sen sighed heavily and muttered to himself, "It's just a cooking competition, but it's turned into an infernal affair."
"But as long as I can win, it's absolutely worth it." Ke Sen remembered what his father said. If he couldn't get the first place, he would have to eat the iron pot.
In order not to break his teeth, he absolutely had to get the first place!
As for the remaining three people in the cafe, it was a different scene.
Dupont said, "We are all people who work together. Friendship comes first, competition comes second. We can't let our friendship be damaged."
Su Cha said, "That's right. We can't let our friendship be damaged."
Dashi Xiujie nodded in agreement. The three chatted for a while more.
"I suddenly have a new idea. I'll be leaving first," Su Cha said.
After bidding farewell, Su Cha stood up and left as well.
While leaving, Su Cha revealed a sinister smile and muttered inwardly, "Who's talking about friendship? In order to get guidance from Head Chef Yuan, even the relationship between father and son is useless."
"I will definitely be the champion of the finals. Furthermore, I feel that Head Chef Yuan will choose someone as handsome as him. In terms of appearance, I have already won," said Su Cha as he took out a small mirror and a comb from his pocket. "That's right. Let's go.
"Um. A chef must pay attention to appearance. Sure enough, he's still as spirited as before," Su Cha returned to his room in satisfaction.
In the cafe, only Dupont and Dashi Xiujie were left at table four.
"Mr. Dashi, I saw Su Cha and Ke Sen chatting for a long time in the lobby yesterday. I suspect they have formed an alliance," Dupont said.
Dashi Xiujie was waiting for Dupont to continue.
"So I think we can form an alliance and share information," Dupont suggested.
"Good idea," Dashi Xiujie asked, "What information does Dupont have?"
"Yesterday, I heard from the hotel reception that Su Cha had flown some mangoes from Thailand," Dupont said in a low voice.
Thai cuisine liked to use fruits to enhance the flavor, such as pineapple, mango, coconut juice, papaya, and lemon.
"Do you have any information, Mr. Dashi?" Dupont asked.
"I don't know if it counts as information, but Ke Sen had previously visited Head Chef Cheng," Dashi Xiujie said.
"Head Chef Cheng? Is he the only disciple of Head Chef Yuan?" Dupont asked hastily.
"Yes," Dashi Xiujie nodded.
"Mr. Ke is so cunning. I need to go back to my room to think of a countermeasure," Dupont left hurriedly without saying goodbye.
Dashi Xiujie looked at Dupont's back and shook his head silently. He took out a small notebook and turned to the fourth page, saying, "Head Chef Yuan once said, for a chef, only culinary skills need to be explored forever. — From 'Head Chef Yuan's Conversation with Chairman Zhou Shijie at the Individual Exhibition'. "
"Dupont has already violated Head Chef Yuan's core ideology. He has too many unorthodox methods and is unfit for purpose." Dashi Xiujie had been learning Chinese for the past two years. His Chinese was quite good and he was also very good at using idioms.
Putting away the notebook, Dashi Xiujie took out his phone and checked the time.
"It's almost time to run." Dashi Xiujie stood up and prepared to pay for his coffee, but he was told that the other three hadn't paid yet.
They had agreed to split the bill. In the end, Dashi Xiujie paid for the four of them. But it didn't matter. As long as they could win, Dashi Xiujie didn't care.
"Su Cha is too smug. The low-key Head Chef Yuan definitely doesn't have a good initial impression of him. No matter how I think about it, the biggest threat is only Ke Sang."
Ke Sang was a big opponent, but Dashi Xiujie was still very confident.
Dashi Xiujie ran every day. The reason was very simple. Head Chef Yuan had said in an interview with Cooking Hero that he could keep running for two reasons. One was to exercise his physical strength, and the other was to train his perseverance. Both were helpful to his culinary career.
The four of them were really scheming against each other. What a great show. The culprit, Yuan Zhou, was quite calm today.
The Kitchen God was quite calm, too.
It was drizzling in the evening. It was rare to see such a light rain in midsummer. Therefore, there were quite a few people on the street.
It was the time for dinner in Yuanzhou shop to end. Therefore, the entrance of the shop was empty, which was rare.
Wang Hong arrived at that time. As soon as he arrived, he directly walked to the entrance and looked around. Soon, he found his target.
"Little Mao Ye, come here," Wang Hong waved at Mao Ye and greeted him.
"Mr. Wang," Mao Ye took a few steps forward and said.
"You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Wang Hong." Wang Hong waved his hand indifferently and then continued, "It seems the rain won't stop for a while. So, we won't be opening a pub tonight, right?"
"Yes, the boss said it will rain tonight," Mao Ye nodded his head affirmatively.
"Heh heh, I knew it. Grilled chicken wings, grilled chicken wings, I love grilled chicken wings. Finally, I can eat it tonight," Wang Hong sang a song that Mao Ye didn't understand happily.
Looking at the excited Wang Hong, Mao Ye didn't know whether he should say the last sentence or not.
"Mr. Wang, there's something that I don't know if it's appropriate to say," Mao Ye asked hesitantly.
"To be frank, I'm a very easy-going person," Wang Hong said.
"We won't open a pub today, but we won't sell BBQ tonight," Mao Ye finally told Wang Hong the cruel reality.
"Won't sell BBQ?"
"What do you mean?"
"Little Mao Ye, are you kidding me?!" Wang Hong was a little stupefied and asked three times consecutively.
"The boss said he would serve some new street snacks tonight," Mao Ye answered honestly.
One second ago, Wang Hong was still a sunflower, but in the next second, he became a frosty eggplant.
"God wants me dead."
Once he thought of the chicken wings that were about to fly away from his mouth, Wang Hong directly squatted on the ground dejectedly.
"Well … there will be a new dish tonight," Mao Ye didn't know how to comfort him and could only emphasize it again.
She emphasized this because the diners were always very interested and looking forward to the new dishes in the past few days. That was why she said this.
"What's the use of a new dish? But there's no BBQ chicken wings," Wang Hong mumbled.
"You can eat something else," Mao Ye could only say. After all, she also saw that Wang Hong was thinking about the BBQ chicken wings.
"Apart from the chicken wings at night, everything else is meaningless. They can't arouse my appetite at all." After saying that, Wang Hong turned to Mao Ye and recommended, "The other street snacks are all crooked. Let me tell you, the BBQ chicken wings are the most delicious," Wang Hong recommended earnestly and solemnly.
Mao Ye said, "There will be another chance next time."
"Never mind. Go do your work and don't worry about me. I'm fine," Wang Hong waved his hand and said when he saw Mao Ye's embarrassment and embarrassment.
"Okay, Mr. Wang. I'm going to do my work now," Mao Ye secretly heaved a sigh of relief and then left politely.
"Thank you," after saying that, Wang Hong continued squatting on the ground and mumbled something with his head lowered.
Anyway, with Mao Ye's hearing, the content was still about the BBQ.
Time passed quickly. Not long after, it was time for the BBQ. At that time, a group of people had already lined up neatly under the rainproof canopy at the entrance of the restaurant.
The people from the Queuing Committee were also maintaining the order earnestly. Of course, the customers were also very cooperative.
At that time, Mao Ye walked out of the restaurant and said to the customers, "A new product will be released today — street snacks. Therefore, today's BBQ time will be changed to street snack time."
"The snacks today are fried pork tenderloin and fruit pancake. Each person can only order one of each," Mao Ye continued.
As soon as Mao Ye finished speaking, discussions immediately broke out among the crowd. Of course, they were all discussing the new dish.
"How lucky we are. There's actually a new dish to eat. How unexpected."
"I, on the other hand, hope to eat fruit pancake for breakfast tomorrow. I'll get fat if I eat it at night."
"The smart guy didn't eat dinner and specially came here for the BBQ. So I'm not afraid."
"The most important thing is that we can order two dishes, although I'm more concerned about how many there are."
"I don't like chopped green onions. I wonder if the fruit pancake can be cooked without chopped green onions."
All kinds of discussions like this lingered on. Every now and then, people would stretch their heads to look at the restaurant, hoping to eat it as soon as possible.
And among them, there was a very conspicuous person. That was Wang Hong, who was standing there without saying a word. More importantly, this person was standing at the front, just below Wuhai.
Mao Ye saw him at first glance. Therefore, she greeted him curiously, "Mr. Wang."
"Yes, I must try this new dish. I've been sick of eating fruit pancake and fried pork tenderloin since I was young. I want to prove with facts that Boss Yuan gave up on BBQ and roasted chicken wings for these two things. He's wasting his time!" Wang Hong's words were filled with righteousness.
"You have to finish your supper too," Mao Ye reminded him naively. After all, she felt that if she didn't like it, she might not be able to finish it.
Standing at the front, Wuhai said quietly, "With me around, there won't be leftovers. That's how confident I am."
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