After the Golden Chef Award was given out, the audience was about to leave. No one had expected that there would be an Easter egg.
The Most Popular Dish Award was a rare award that had only been given out in three of the 18 competitions. It was given out by the vice chairman, who seemed to be less important than the Golden Chef Award.
In fact, it was quite the opposite. The organizing committee attached great importance to this award. Relatively speaking, it was more precious than the Golden Chef Award.
There were Golden Chefs every year. Many Golden Chefs didn't get the Most Popular Dish Award, but those who got the Most Popular Dish Award would definitely get the Golden Chef Award.
Ju Man Lee was arranged to give out the award instead of the chairman, Ogyust, because he was qualified to do so. His father was the winner of the Most Popular Dish Award in the second competition, and he himself had also won the Most Popular Dish Award once.
It was inextricably linked to the Bogus World Cooking Competition, which was also why Ju Man Lee, whose cooking skills were on par with Ogyust, was able to compete with Ogyust despite being the vice president.
Walking steadily, Ju Man Lee stood up from the judge's seat with a solemn expression and walked toward the center of the venue. He didn't even feel so complicated when he gave out the Silver Chef Award just now.
But now, Ju Man Lee had a very complicated feeling in his heart. He couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was having. It was almost like spilling a bottle of five flavors.
Ju Man Lee's fundamental belief was that French cuisine was supreme. Therefore, as long as it wasn't French cuisine, it would be inferior in his eyes, including the mother of Western cuisine, Italian cuisine.
As for Asian cuisine, it was two levels lower.
At the beginning, Ju Man Lee really looked down on Yuan Zhou. Precisely speaking, he looked down on Yuan Zhou because he looked down on Chinese cuisine. In the eyes of outsiders, it was a connection.
It was just like how many people were interested in and admired Yuan Zhou now, which led to their interest in Chinese cuisine. It was the same principle.
The reality was that after two rounds of tasting, Ju Man Lee learned a vivid lesson.
"It turns out that apart from French cuisine, Chinese cuisine is also brilliant." Ju Man Lee didn't directly recognize that the cuisines of other countries were also worth mentioning besides French cuisine.
He had merely changed from the supremacy of French cuisine to the supremacy of French cuisine and Chinese cuisine. A stubborn person could not be changed overnight.
Moreover, there was no direct relationship between good culinary skills and good moral character.
When Ju Man Li walked to the center, the hostess holding the tray handed it to Ju Man Li.
The trophy that symbolized the Most Popular Award was placed quietly on the tray. This trophy was completely different from the trophies of the Golden Chef Award and the others. It was transparent and probably made of crystal. The base was surrounded by mountains, with only the Middle Peak outshining the rest. It symbolized the most popular award.
Ju Man Li was very familiar with the trophy. After all, he had seen it since he was young and could not forget it even if he wanted to.
"Congratulations, Head Chef Yuan Zhou. Your Chinese Cuisine is excellent. It's an eye-opener for me." Ju Man Li held up the trophy with both hands and handed it to Yuan Zhou.
Yuan Zhou received the trophy with both hands and bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Chef Ju Man."
"Head Chef Yuan, of course!"
After Yuan Zhou received the trophy, the atmosphere at the scene reached its peak. Warm applause sounded again, indicating that the competition was coming to an end.
"That's it. The 18th Bogus Cooking Competition has come to an end. Thank you, chefs, for your participation. Thank you, judges, and all the audience!" Jack concluded. "Thank you! Thank you for your participation!"
As soon as Jack's voice faded away, the scene became noisy. People were talking about the competition.
"Today, we witnessed the growth of a legendary chef."
"I'm hungry. I want to have a big meal today."
"I wonder if any chef can decipher Yuan Zhou's knife skills."
Many audience members who had been conquered by Yuan Zhou's cooking even wanted to have a closer look at him. Fortunately, there were security guards on the scene.
The Bogus World Cooking Competition had been held many times, so they were quite experienced in the process arrangement. Under the guidance of the security guards and the host, people began to leave the scene in an orderly manner.
Meanwhile, Yuan Zhou and the other chefs, especially the winners of the Golden, Golden, and Bronze Chef Awards, were surrounded by the news media.
"As always, Yuan didn't let us down." Zhou Shijie looked at Yuan Zhou, who was surrounded by the news media.
His biggest wish was to promote Chinese cuisine to the world, so that everyone could see Chinese cuisine. He had been working hard for this goal.
Since Yuan Zhou showed up, he had gradually shouldered this burden, and the progress was very fast. Zhou Shijie was both touched and gratified. He also had a feeling that the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves forward, and the old waves die on the beach. However, he felt that if there was a new wave like Yuan Zhou, Zhou Shijie would feel that he had died a worthy death.
"Let's go," Zhou Shijie took another look at Yuan Zhou, then said to the others, "Let's go."
The day after tomorrow was the China-France Exchange Conference, so they should go back to prepare.
Yuan Zhou originally wanted to retreat when he saw the swarming media. Unfortunately, he underestimated the speed of the news media and was surrounded before he could leave.
"Mr. Yuan, as the first chef to win the Golden Chef and the Most Popular Dish Awards in the European Division, how do you feel now?"
"Head Chef Yuan, is the knife skill you just used the mysterious Chinese Kung Fu? Does every Chinese know Kung Fu?"
"Head Chef Yuan, do you have any plans to open your restaurant in France so that more French people can eat your dishes?"
Reporters from all countries were the same. When they saw the news, their actions could be comparable to the uncles and aunties who scrambled for food in the supermarket during the day.
In order to get the first-hand information and send it back to the country, the reporter of Food Discovery Dog had exerted all his efforts. His efforts paid off. Finally, he was the first one to get to Yuan Zhou.
With the experience of dealing with Yuan Zhou, the reporter stopped two steps away from Yuan Zhou and didn't try to approach him. With his example, the foreign reporters all followed suit. As long as it was a pattern, Yuan Zhou would be the first to answer.
The foreign reporters understood tacitly.
As for Cheng Zhao Mei who had been following behind, she was pushed to a corner by a group of hungry reporters like hungry wolves and tigers … The description was a little strange.
"He is indeed my master. Even in Europe, no one can beat him. I wonder when I can have one-tenth of my master's cooking skills," Cheng Zhao Mei became more and more arrogant as time went by.
Now, she dared to measure one-tenth of Yuan Zhou's cooking skills as a unit of measurement.
After Yuan Zhou answered many questions unhurriedly, the reporters dispersed one after another and let Yuan Zhou leave.
Since they had gotten the news, they wouldn't do anything annoying. They were decent reporters, not paparazzi. They didn't need to chase and intercept.
"Zhao Mei, let's go," Yuan Zhou let out a sigh of relief and called Zhao Mei who was hiding in the corner to leave.
Gauss and Manfred, who had just finished dealing with the reporters and wanted to talk to Yuan Zhou, didn't see him.
The two of them looked at each other and shrugged helplessly before preparing to leave. It seemed that they had to wait until the exchange meeting if they wanted to communicate with Yuan Zhou.
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