"You are old but vigorous. It's time for us to go on stage!"
Zhao Fu laughed. Some staff members had come to them and informed them to go on stage to participate in the competition.
Just now, it was the leader's speech. It was not long. Because of the live broadcast on satellite TV, the leader went on stage again. Satellite TV was different from local TV stations. This was a platform for the whole country. After the live broadcast on satellite TV, the influence of Hangzhou Food Competition was completely opened.
At present, the competition was successful, and the response was good. If there were no accidents, the food competition in Hangzhou would definitely be held for the second time.
The three people in the final round, one old, one middle-aged, and one young, stood together. When they stood on the stage, both satellite TV and Hangzhou Food Channel gave them enough close-up. The host also joked that the three people were the representatives of the three generations of the old, middle-aged, and young.
In terms of age, it was true. The satellite TV only had a simple description of the previous competitions. The people who could enter the final were definitely not simple. The satellite TV did not say much. After a simple introduction, the competition began.
Far away in France, it was lunchtime. A middle-aged man was lying on the sofa, watching the TV screen.
When he saw Gu Zheng come out, a gentle smile appeared on the man's face.
"This child always says that he doesn't like to be a chef. He only wants to eat and doesn't want to cook. Now he secretly went to participate in the food competition!"
The man's name was Gu Ming. He was a Michelin three-star chef and Gu Zheng's father. He found out that Gu Zheng was participating in the gourmet competition through a friend. In order to watch the competition, he had specially turned on the most comprehensive and expensive satellite TV and asked for a day off.
Gu Zheng did not let him down. In the final, he really wanted Gu Zheng to follow his father's footsteps and become a famous chef. He knew that his son was talented, but Gu Zheng was too lazy and always said that being a chef was too tiring. Now he was enlightened and willing to be a chef. He even went to participate in the food competition, which made Gu Ming very happy.
In Shen City, there were also several people who turned on the TV to watch Gu Zheng's competition.
Mr. Liang had returned to his home. Now his body was completely recovered and he ate normally. The results of the last comprehensive examination had already come out. He was sure that there was no problem with his body and he had completely recovered.
Hearing from Chang Le that Gu Zheng had participated in the gourmet competition, Old Liang specially waited in front of the TV. He had watched the live broadcast of the Hangzhou Gourmet Channel before, especially when he saw the chicken blood soup, which made him reminisce.
Back then, he had eaten chicken blood soup for seven days and his body had been completely healed. Even the doctor had said that it was a miracle.
On the stage, the competition officially began. There were only three people left. The huge competition stage was divided into three corners by the three of them. It seemed very empty. The three of them started to get busy, making their own food.
Gu Zheng took out a ball of flour. Seeing that Gu Zheng took out a new ingredient this time, Elder Gao and Chief Wu sat up straight and stared at Gu Zheng.
He kneaded the dough.
"Brother, this is our sky, right?"
In the audience, Master Wang called his brother. He knew that his brother must be watching the live broadcast on TV and understood what he meant.
"Yes, I didn't know that he was using it to participate in the gourmet competition. But even if I knew, I would still exchange it. Yu Fu Ling is too important to us!"
"I understand, I understand. He didn't make noodles in the first two rounds, which is already giving us face. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to enter the top three. If he can use our sky to get first place, then we will also have face!"
Master Wang nodded gently and spoke slowly. He didn't have any objections to his brother using the sky to exchange for Yu Fu Ling. If it were him, he would also exchange it. Both brothers were filial sons. Nothing was more important than their mother's health.
He was very open-minded and understood that Gu Zheng using the sky to make food was not bad for them. If Gu Zheng really got first place, they could also do some publicity. After all, Gu Zheng won the last round with the sky. This would also have a certain increase in their reputation.
Kneading the dough, Gu Zheng took a deep breath. The immortal power in his hand suddenly circulated, and the whole dough spun quickly.
As the dough spun, it attracted everyone's attention. Although Gu Zheng's hand was on the dough, the dough seemed to be spinning powerlessly. It was a very magical scene.
Gu Zheng could choose two low-level immortal techniques. In addition to the "Sand Tower", the other immortal technique he chose was "Nuwa Creates Man".
Nuwa was a god in the ancient legends of the Immortal World. Legend had it that human beings were created by Nuwa. Many of the myths in the country actually existed in the Immortal World. In other words, these stories were all from there.
Including Mount Buzhou, the Four Great Continents actually belonged to the Immortal World and not the country.
Nuwa Creates Man. The name sounded very domineering, but it was actually just a low-level immortal technique. It belonged to a type of puppet technique. With enough immortal power, it could turn wet mud into a clay man. With Gu Zheng's current ability, he could not make many clay men. Moreover, they were all small clay men and had no fighting power.
When the immortal power was strong, he could make clay men that looked like real people. However, they also had no fighting power. They could be used to scare people, but in battle, they were basically useless.
Gu Zheng chose this immortal technique not because of its ability to scare people, but because of its control over soft things.
Dough and mud were basically similar. If the immortal technique could separate the mud, it could also separate the dough. Gu Zheng did not need to turn the dough into small moving people. That would be too scary. What he needed was to separate the dough better and send it into the pot.
As for the shape of the dough, it would be enough to make it into a noodle shape.
Gu Zheng's dough spun faster and faster. With the help of the immortal technique, the flour in the dough could fuse better. With the Water Control Art, the dough that Gu Zheng kneaded was more chewy and tasted better than those made by those famous chefs.
For this final, Gu Zheng prepared a big soup pot. In the pot was freshly cooked chicken soup, and the chicken blood was left behind by Gu Zheng.
Gu Zheng did not use the chicken soup in the afternoon. This was the final, the final final. Gu Zheng did not have any carelessness. He used the freshest ingredients. After all, the chicken soup in the afternoon had been cooked once. If he cooked it again, it would definitely affect the taste.
Moreover, as soon as the competition ended, the chicken soup was snatched by Wang Dong and Mu Mu. Not to mention the chicken soup, even the chicken was gone.
The freshest ingredients were all ordinary level ingredients. This was also the food that Gu Zheng had made with the highest level of ingredients.
Whether it was the Egg-Fried Rice or the chicken blood soup before, they all contained second-grade ingredients. For example, the sesame oil of the Egg-Fried Rice and the onion and ginger of the chicken blood soup. Although they were not the main ingredients, they would definitely have a small impact on the taste of the final food.
This time, it was different. The shredded chicken noodle soup, including the water used for the noodle soup, all the ingredients were ordinary level. In other words, all of them were the best ingredients on earth. Even Gu Zheng was looking forward to the food made with such ingredients.
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