"Hello, Head Chef Bai." Yuan Zhou first greeted Bai Subo before turning his head and saying, "Head Chef Mo, you are too courteous. Let's get together again next time."
Yuan Zhou had a deep impression of Imperial Chef Mo. Firstly, during the Blade Sealing Banquet, they had chatted with each other. The more they chatted, the more their hands itched.
That's right. During the Blade Sealing Feast last time, after Yuan Zhou started to cook the deer head, the royal chefs basically couldn't hold themselves back. Even Mr. Ma had cooked a famous dish of Huaiyang. Secondly, Royal Chef Mo was also a member of the China Famous Chefs Alliance.
Bai Subo and Gao Fei greeted one after another. Soon, the last head chef of the silver spoon competition walked over.
"Hello, Head Chef Yuan," Head Chef Qin Hua greeted him.
No matter what, the fact that Gao Fei, Qin Hua and Bai Subo took the initiative to greet Yuan Zhou spoke volumes about Yuan Zhou's reputation in the country.
Head Chef Qin Hua was the chef closest to the silver spoon competition. He had lost to Zhou Shijie, which showed his age. However, he was two years younger than Zhou Shijie, in his fifties. He was the most experienced among the four contestants.
"Hu …" Head Chef Gao Fei's gaze rested on Qin Hua.
In Gao Fei's opinion, Qin Hua was the biggest opponent of this Silver Spoon Competition.
"Can you give the opportunity to us youngsters?" Gao Fei asked inwardly. Although he was in his forties, he was still younger than Qin Hua.
Qin Hua had always felt that he was born Zhou and Qin. He wanted to win the highest honor of Shandong Cuisine at least once. That was why he was so persistent in participating.
Back to the main topic, Head Chef Qin Hua paid a lot of attention to exercising and was the backbone of the Chefs' Sports Association. Therefore, he was still vigorous despite his old age.
When Qin Hua greeted them, he was sizing up Yuan Zhou, the most famous chef in China.
He was young but had a calmness that didn't match his age.
"Hello, Head Chef Qin," Yuan Zhou nodded and greeted Qin Hua.
While they were greeting each other, it was time for the Silver Spoon Competition to begin.
A young girl in her twenties walked over from the side and stood in the middle of the high platform. Seeing this, the chefs returned to their positions.
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to the Silver Spoon Appraisal Conference of Shandong Cuisine. I'm the host, Xiao Li. Now, let me introduce the judges. The first one is the current chairman of the Chef's Association, the chairman of the Silver Spoon Committee, and the current owner of the Silver Spoon. He has the reputation of the King of Shandong Cuisine, President Zhou Shijie," Xiao Li said.
The King of Shandong Cuisine sounded like the title of Yuan Zhou's disciple.
All the chefs present were famous chefs of Shandong Cuisine, but there was a difference in their social status. As for Zhou Shijie, even Qin Hua agreed with him.
"Hello, everybody. I hope our Shandong Cuisine Association can get better and better," Zhou Shijie stood up and said simply.
"The second one is the executive vice chairman of our Shandong Cuisine Association, Wang Mingyuan, who is proficient in both knife and fire," Xiao Li introduced the judges one by one.
Every one of them was an influential figure in the field of Shandong Cuisine. Otherwise, they wouldn't be qualified to be a judge. After all, not to mention Yuan Zhou, even Bai Subo, Gao Fei, and Qin Hua were all masters.
After the introduction, the judges introduced the chefs participating in the Silver Spoon Appraisal Conference.
"The first one is Head Chef Qin Hua, who has the reputation of the King of Shandong Cuisine," Xiao Li stood beside Qin Hua.
"Head Chef Qin, do you have anything to say?" Xiao Li asked.
"In front of Head Chef Yuan, I don't dare to call myself the King of Knives," Head Chef Qin Hua said. Head Chef Qin Hua said. His knife skills were the best in Shandong Cuisine, so he was called the King of Knives in Shandong Cuisine.
Yuan Zhou had defeated Wang Huai and the other Huaiyang Cuisines. Qin Hua felt he couldn't be compared to Yuan Zhou.
"My knife skills can't be compared to Head Chef Yuan. But I am very confident in this Silver Spoon Appraisal Conference," Qin Hua said.
"As expected of Head Chef Qin. It seems you are very confident," Xiao Li said and turned to Bai Subo.
The introductions were done according to age. After Bai Subo, Gao Fei was introduced and Yuan Zhou was introduced last.
"The last one is the current chairman of China Famous Chefs Alliance, the chairman of Young Chefs Alliance and also known as the King of Chefs of China, Head Chef Yuan. Welcome to Quancheng, Head Chef Yuan," Xiao Li's words exposed the fact that she was Yuan Chui.
Xiao Li asked, "Head Chef Yuan, do you have anything to say about this competition?"
She was a fan of Yuan Zhou's cake house. As someone who liked sweet food, she couldn't resist the cake house at all.
"Just try your best to cook," Yuan Zhou said simply.
A famous person's every move would be analyzed. Just like how Yuan Zhou answered honestly, in Xiao Li's eyes, he was confident, low-key, and a man of action.
Of course, Yuan Zhou didn't know about this. But that didn't stop him from standing straight and sticking out his chest. It was definitely not because of the cameras that came with Xiao Li.
"Alright. I have just introduced the judges and participants. Next, I announce the official start of the fire skill test of this year's Silver Spoon Evaluation Conference. Every participant will use a dish to express their understanding of the fire skill." Although Xiao Li worshiped Yuan Zhou, her professionalism was still quite good.
As soon as Xiao Li finished speaking, the four stoves on the high platform began to get busy. Qin Hua brought two assistant chefs, Bai Subo and Gao Fei each brought one. Only Yuan Zhou came alone. The contrast was quite clear.
Now, everyone was focused on their own dishes and had no time to pay attention to others.
Yuan Zhou had already turned around and headed to the place where the ingredients were placed.
He had already decided what dish to cook. With a clear goal in mind, he headed to the place where the raw ingredients were placed. Qin Hua and the others also appeared to have a well-thought-out plan and went to get the ingredients first.
In an instant, the originally bustling high platform became even more lively.
There were only about thirty to forty people seated at the scene. However, these people were all people who knew Shandong Cuisine. Even if they were to make a move, there would be a commotion.
"Do you think Head Chef Qin will be able to get the silver spoon this time? I remember the last time was five years ago and he failed," a short chef said to the person beside him.
"That's hard to say. The gap between Head Chef Qin and Chairman Zhou wasn't that big last time. There's still a lot of hope this time," his companion said hesitantly.
"I think Head Chef Gao might be a new force to be reckoned with. After all, that guy's Flipping Ladle isn't fake," another middle-aged chef interrupted.
"I think Head Chef Bai is a good candidate. He should have a good chance. After all, he is Mo Yushu's disciple."
"In terms of cooking skills, who can compare with Head Chef Yuan? I think there's nothing Head Chef Yuan can't do. "
Every head chef had their own supporters. Naturally, they would want the chef they thought highly of to win.
The chefs who were invited were quite enthusiastic, but the atmosphere on the rostrum, which was facing the stove, was completely different.
"What dish do you think Head Chef Yuan is going to cook?" Head Chef Wang asked Zhou Shijie in a low voice.
"I'm not sure about that. There are too many dishes with fire skills," Zhou Shijie wasn't sure either.
"It's been a long time since I talked with you, Old Zhou. I wonder if your cooking skills have improved," Head Chef Zhuang said.
"After this, I will go to Chengdu to look for you," Head Chef Mai had obviously made up his mind.
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