Outside the venue, there was still support for Gu Zheng. No matter what Gu Zheng did, they would support him. They supported Gu Zheng as a person, not the things he made.
In the venue, many people were talking about Gu Zheng. The director of the TV station pointed the camera at Gu Zheng, and the host introduced him with the newly obtained information.
"Number 13, Gu Zheng, is the youngest person in the finals. He's not old, but he's quite capable. In the three rounds of the qualifiers, he's always first place. At the same time, he's also the only person to advance to the finals among the five thousand people!"
"Speaking of the delicacies he made before, I'm afraid many of you wouldn't believe it. No.13, Gu Zheng, had made fried eggs in the previous five matches. He relied on fried eggs to advance all the way to this stage. Yes, the fried eggs that we usually eat, a whole fried egg. However, what he made was different from others. I happen to have a picture here. Let me show it to you all!" "That's right.
The director showed a picture on the live broadcast screen. It was a picture of Gu Zheng frying eggs. It was a picture of yellow and white elves that looked like a work of art.
The people outside the venue weren't surprised by Gu Zheng's omelette. Many of them had seen it before, let alone photos, videos, and even live broadcasts. But when they saw it again, they were still stunned. Gu Zheng's omelette was absolutely unmatched in terms of appearance.
But the people in front of the TV were different. Most of them had never seen Gu Zheng's fried eggs. When they saw this picture, they were stunned. The fried eggs were round, yellow, and white, like a work of art. Many people were thinking in their hearts, "Host, stop joking. Is this fried egg? It's obviously made of jade and agate."
Some people even called the TV station to protest the fake picture of jade and agate that looked like fried eggs.
When the director received the news, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly asked the host to introduce the other contestants. Gu Zheng's matter was over for now.
Gu Zheng's things were simple. When everything was ready, he began to pour oil and heat up the pan.
The rice was Gu Zheng's leftover immortal rice. This time, Gu Zheng took out all of it. He had cooled it last night in preparation for today's competition.
With the expansion of the immortal rice planted, he only needed a dozen days to harvest even more immortal rice. This time, he could be considered extravagant.
Gu Zheng had absorbed all the immortal energy from the ordinary immortal rice. Ordinary people would not be able to absorb the immortal energy and it would only be a waste. For ordinary people, it was enough to retain the taste of the immortal rice.
Egg was also a common ingredient. With the addition of salt, Gu Zheng's Egg-Fried Rice had three ingredients that had reached the common grade. Only the sesame oil was still inferior.
One Sub-grade ingredient and three Normal-grade ingredients. The ingredients were even better than the Egg-Fried Rice that Wang Dong had made before. In addition, Gu Zheng's own creation had far surpassed Wang Dong's culinary skills. As for the final taste of this Egg-Fried Rice, even Gu Zheng himself didn't know.
But one thing was for sure, the Egg-Fried Rice made this way was definitely not inferior to the fried eggs he made.
Wang Dong helped Gu Zheng beat the eggs. Wang Dong was very good at beating eggs. He had made a lot of Egg-Fried Rice, so he beat the eggs just right.
With one hand holding the eggs and the other holding the rice, Gu Zheng poured them into the wok at the same time. Then, he took the spatula and started to stir quickly.
Using the Fire Control Art and the Water Control Art at the same time, the egg liquid in the wok quickly wrapped around every grain of immortal rice. The heat was just right, neither too fast nor too slow, allowing the eggs and rice grains to merge perfectly.
The sesame oil was originally used to increase the fragrance. Under the nourishment of the sesame oil and the rice grains, it emitted waves of tempting fragrance.
"So fragrant, is this the fragrance of the rice?"
"The fragrance of the egg, the fragrance of the rice is even more fragrant. The fusion of the rice and the egg, I am looking forward to this Egg-Fried Rice!"
"I knew it. Even if this kid does something else, it won't be bad!"
The judges were discussing in low voices. They were all talking about Gu Zheng's Egg-Fried Rice. At this moment, the other chefs had just started and were still in the preparation stage. However, Gu Zheng had already started to cook.
Sun Er also smelled the fragrance. He turned around to look at Gu Zheng and frowned.
He was making chicken blood soup. Chicken blood soup was his specialty. This time, he had prepared another kind of delicacy. However, to be on the safe side, he still made chicken blood soup first. This way, he could enter the top ten more securely.
In his opinion, after entering the top ten, even if he couldn't enter the top three, the final evaluation would be based on the total score of the two competitions. His result wouldn't be too bad.
"His hand!"
"So fast!"
"I can't see it clearly!"
Gu Zheng quickly stirred the wok. His hand speed was much faster than Wang Dong's. When he made it for the first time, Mumu and Wang Dong were so close to see his movements. Not to mention the judges sitting outside now.
"Quick, cut the camera to No. 13!"
The on-site director also found that Gu Zheng was different. He immediately directed the camera back to Gu Zheng. Gu Zheng's fast stirring action was instantly shown to all the people who were watching TV.
"How can this guy be so fast?"
"Yes, look at his hand. It's so fast that it's like a shadow!"
"Is he a martial arts master?"
The people in front of the TV were dumbfounded. They still had a deep impression of Gu Zheng. Previously, the host had specially introduced him and showed the picture of Gu Zheng making fried eggs.
That picture made the TV station receive dozens of phone complaints, saying that it was fake. Therefore, when Gu Zheng came out, everyone had a deep impression of him.
"So fast!"
"Gu Zheng deserves to be called. But does the Egg Fried Rice need to be stirred so fast?"
"Speed is not the key. It's not easy to be so fast and control it so well without spilling any rice!"
The people outside the venue also saw Gu Zheng's movements on TV. There were many chefs here, so they saw more problems and were more thorough. Gu Zheng's hand speed amazed them, but Gu Zheng's stability made them admire him even more.
Three minutes later, the Egg Fried Rice emitting a charming fragrance was carried out by Wang Dong.
He had eaten this Egg-Fried Rice once, so he knew that it tasted much better than the ones he made. But this time, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He really wanted to eat the Egg-Fried Rice in front of him right now. Fortunately, he could control himself.
The lights in the venue were very bright. Under the lights, the Egg Fried Rice emitted a faint golden light. Every grain of rice was wrapped in a layer of egg liquid, like a sparkling and translucent pearl inlaid with a layer of gold. It was very beautiful.
Gu Zheng made a large portion of the Egg Fried Rice, using a slender plate to hold it. After pouring it out, the Egg Fried Rice was arranged into a long strip. From the appearance, one couldn't see any difference, but just the fragrance made people look forward to it. The judges of the finals were all people with real standards. For this competition, everyone ate very little for breakfast. Now that they smelled the fragrance, they were even hungrier.
The evaluation of the finals was much stricter than the preliminary round. Not only did they evaluate the appearance, fragrance, and taste, but they also added three factors: form, meaning, and nourishment. Form mainly referred to the appearance, which was similar to color. However, form had a higher requirement for the appearance, and it was more beautiful. Gu Zheng's Egg Fried Rice, which was shaped like a piece of art, would definitely get a high score in this aspect.
Meaning was born from color and form, and it was a level higher than the other two. The people of China were very particular about food, and the culture of eating had a long history. When eating, one had to pay attention to the content, and the food had to have its own meaning. When the meaning was reached, the food would be comfortable.
"Judges, the delicacy we made is called the Golden Dragon Soars to the Heavens!"
Wang Dong smiled as he placed the long plate of Egg Fried Rice on the big table in front of the judges. Then, according to Gu Zheng's instructions, he carefully flipped the plate over and raised the plate a little.
Gu Zheng, who was in the distance, smiled as he looked at Wang Dong. A stream of immortal energy quickly flew out from his hand and landed on the Egg Fried Rice that Wang Dong had brought out.
Many of the judges suddenly cried out in surprise. Some of them even stood up. Not only them, the guests were also the same. Even the cameraman who was filming the live broadcast was stunned.
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