Those who can participate in the final selection all have something.

Not to mention the exaggerated exclamations from outside the venue such as "This is not the young owner of XX restaurant" and "That is the young daughter of famous chef XX", the performance of the contestants alone was enough to make Jiang Qi suspect that this script world is serious.

In ancient times, it was still the ancient version of the Chinese Little Master.

Cut the white radish into thin slices. The radish slices draw a perfect arc in the air and then accurately fall into the plate and stack together. Is this an operation that can be done in reality?

The cold light of the kitchen knife flashed, and a whole chicken was cut into eight pieces in the flash of lightning. The chicken legs, chicken wings, and chicken breasts were all sorted and arranged. Is this an operation that can be done in reality?

The tofu was cut so fast that the knife left an afterimage. A small piece of tofu was cut into 15,000 strands. The strands were so thin that a needle could pass through them. This is something that can happen in reality... eh, this is really possible in reality.

Some operations.

Isn’t this Wensi Tofu?

Finally seeing a normal contestant, Jiang Qi was so moved that he quickly ran to the female contestant and closely watched the movements of her hands.

After cutting the three pieces of tofu into shredded tofu, the unknown contestant took the loose tofu shreds out of the water, drained them and placed them on the chopping board.

There was a flash of cold light, and when Jiang Qi could see clearly, the tofu that was originally scattered on the chopping board had been tied up by bean sprouts into a hairless phoenix with its wings spread.

Jiang Qi:?

Is this possible in reality?

This script should not be classified as gourmet, it should be classified as fantasy.

The sudden appearance of a phoenix that lost its hair naturally attracted the attention of the onlookers. A knowledgeable onlooker exclaimed: "The phoenix sings in spring!"

"It's actually Phoenix Mingchun. This is the unique skill of the Wei family in Quzhou. Could this girl be Wei Ruyue, the only daughter of the Wei family?!"

Jiang Qi turned to look at Wei Ruyue. Unexpectedly, by such a coincidence, this was the protagonist of the book he was looking at.

Wei Ruyue was making the tail feathers of the phoenix, cutting cucumbers and carrots into shreds, dipping them into starch and sticking them on the tail of the phoenix. However, within ten minutes, the originally hairless phoenix was quite attractive. Wei Ruyue followed the same method with other vegetables for decoration, and cut out a pumpkin.

Xiao Yuan slowly carved, and Jiang Qi looked at it for two minutes and realized that she was carving the eyes of a phoenix.

The finishing touches are most important when transforming into a dragon, and the same applies to a phoenix.

Wei Ruyue's dishes attracted the attention of most people in the audience. Even Huang Fugui was attracted by Wei Ruyue. He walked closer to observe the phoenix made by Wei Ruyue and was amazed.

The male contestants of the same age behind Wei Ruyue saw her actions clearly, snorted disdainfully, said something about claptrap in a low voice, and continued with their work.

Jiang Qi looked at the male contestant and found that he also had extraordinary knife skills.

Although there are no overly exaggerated movements, the shredded vegetables and shredded meat are the same thickness, and the knife is fast and steady. It is obvious that he has real skills.

In a sense, watching people cook is no different from watching people paint. The process is extremely enjoyable.

When a chef with superb cooking skills cooks, he or she is creating art just like a painter paints, not to mention that these chefs are somewhat fantasy-like.

Jiang Qi just wanted to see how many dishes were glowing when he was waiting for the dishes to come out of the pot.

Gradually, Jiang Qi took a liking to him.

When the youngest boy in the room, who looked to be less than ten years old, stretched his face like a fish in water like a rhythmic gymnast performing a ribbon dance, which was smooth and entertaining, Jiang Qi began to seriously think about whether this world is real.

There is a chef.

Otherwise, it is really difficult to explain why these people make cooking feel like they are cultivating immortals.

The melon-eaters inside and outside the stadium were just as entertained as Jiang Qi. Huang Fugui even forgot that he was the host of the finals and ran to the stone circle to ask the melon-eaters outside what dishes these contestants were cooking.

"The girl dressed in black who is chopping stuffing is Cao Sanniang. She opened the most famous bun shop in Beijing. I ate it when I was in Beijing two years ago. The beef buns were really amazing." This is the crowd of onlookers.

"It's really extraordinary and amazing!" This is Huang Fugui.

"How can a mere bun seller make flowers? Do you know who the youngest one is? That's Zhou Yuchu's youngest son! Zhou Yuchu's pastry skills are so good that all the empresses in the palace are full of praise. He

Although the youngest son is only nine years old, he has already become somewhat of a true disciple of Zhou Yuchu. Gods love young geniuses, and I think Zhou Yuchu’s youngest son will definitely win this time!" This was another onlooker.

"Wow, that's awesome." This is Huang Fugui.

"Who are you, you, have you ever eaten Zhou Yuchu's dim sum? It is said here that it is a bit authentic. What kind of dishes can a child with a yellow mouth make? Have you seen the uncle at the end? The famous chef king of Xuzhou

One knife! He became famous in Xuzhou at the age of 17, he will definitely win the championship this time!" This is the third onlooker.

"A famous chef, he is amazing." It can be heard that Huang Fugui's adjectives are relatively lacking.

Soon, the surroundings turned into a scene of fan bickering. The fans of each contestant were arguing fiercely. Only Huang Fugui was the one who heard the praises repeatedly. No matter who said it, he would sigh that it was awesome.

.

Wei Ruyue was the first to finish the dish.

The Phoenix Mingchun she made should be regarded as a cold dish. It looks very beautiful. The phoenix feathers made of shredded vegetables of various colors come to life in the sun after being poured with her secret transparent sauce. From a distance, they really look like a bird about to spread its wings.

Like a flying phoenix.

The outstanding appearance of the dish was naturally a plus. When Huang Fugui saw Wei Ruyue raising her hand to indicate that he was done, he couldn't wait to go forward and watch. He carefully walked around the Phoenix and praised it again and again.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. There is such a superb swordsman in this world who can make the phoenix look like a painter." Huang Fugui didn't dare to get close to Phoenix Mingchun.

"Mr. Huang, may I ask about this dish..." Wei Ruyue asked.

Huang Fugui clapped his hands, two boys came up, carefully picked up Phoenix Mingchun and walked towards Weixian Tower.

"Of course this dish will be brought to the Weixian Restaurant for Mr. Chef God to taste. I will ask Miss Wei to take you to the resting area to wait and drink some tea. When everyone has finished cooking, the results will naturally be announced. I

First, go to Weixian Tower to inform you, Miss Wei, please come."

Wei Ruyue nodded and followed the boy to the resting place.

At this time, there is still half a stick of incense left.

Jiang Qi looked at the dishes of each contestant and found that none of them looked like food that could be made in the world.

A budding lotus flower was made from various vegetables. The onlookers told the audience that they had to pour chicken soup when eating, and that it was a fairyland food that bloomed while pouring it.

It's a dark mess, but it's said to be extremely delicious. It's a delicious demon food that contains three types of meat: pig, beef, and sheep.

Even the steamed buns are perfect in every fold. It is said that when you eat them, you feel like you are meeting a peerless beauty.

There is no human world.

When the time for 4 sticks of incense arrived, no matter whether it was completed or not, the chefs present stopped what they were doing with a very competitive attitude. Even if it was an unfinished semi-finished product, Huang Fugui asked the waiter to bring it to Wei Xian

building.

"Everyone." Huang Fugui beat the gongs and drums again, and the whole place fell silent. He then continued, "The competition is over. As for the result, Mr. Chef God has his own decision, and you will know it soon. It's not too early now,

Why don't you guys leave and go home for lunch."

Huang Fugui said this, and Jiang Qi noticed that this competition was actually held in the morning. The two-hour competition time was right at noon, the sun was shining brightly, and it would be time to have lunch in half an hour.

Hearing what Huang Fugui said, the onlookers dispersed in a cooperative manner, and excitedly recounted the grand occasion of the competition just now.

All the contestants on the field have arrived at the resting area. Huang Fugui walked to the resting area, first waved his hands and saluted everyone, and then said with a smile: "Masters, Mr. Chef God invites you to the Wei Xian Tower."

Wei Ruyue stood up first, obviously very confident in her work today: "Let's go."

Everyone followed Huang Fugui to the Weixian Tower.

There are eight tables on the first floor of Weixianlou, with 30 bowls of steaming vegetable noodles at 32 seats.

The noodles are very simple, freshly stretched white noodles, two small green vegetables, one cooked just right lying on the surface, and a yellow soft-boiled egg will remain when you poke it with chopsticks, but there is nothing else.

Compared with the dishes everyone made just now, these 30 bowls of vegetable noodles are simply pitiful.

Everyone was surprised and didn't know why, but they still sat down at Huang Fugui's signal and looked at the vegetable noodles in front of them at a loss.

Jiang Qi was also a little confused. What does this mean?

Participation rewards?

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Chef God?" Wang Yidao, the oldest among the crowd, asked cautiously, "Can we announce the results now?"

"I am the God of Cooking." Huang Fugui said with a genuine smile.

Everyone in the house was shocked.

Not only were everyone present speechless in shock, Jiang Qi also didn't expect Huang Fugui to be the God of Cooking.

In other words, Huang Fugui's reaction when he saw everything fresh during the competition just now is really not like God of Cooking.

Huang Fugui had already guessed the reaction of everyone present. No matter whether their first reaction was surprise, surprise or doubt, he looked at everyone with a smile, looking the same from beginning to end.

"When I was young, I, Mr. Huang, was just a street vendor, earning some hard-earned money by selling goods. My wife worked as a maid in a wealthy family, there were no elderly people at home, and my children had no one to take care of them at home, so I would give him to him every day before going out.

My son makes a bowl of vegetable noodles and lays down an egg when he has spare money."

"Later on, I was lucky enough to meet a noble person and become prosperous. I became a wealthy and idle man. My son's favorite food is still the vegetable noodles I made.

I have been making vegetable noodles for my son for more than 20 years. Now I make them not only for my son but also for my grandson. There is no skill in this bowl of noodles. As you can see, it is just an ordinary bowl of egg noodles."

"Six years ago, the son of a restaurant owner in town committed a crime and needed money, so I bought his restaurant. I originally wanted to leave it there until he got rich and then buy it back, but one day I suddenly felt that such a big restaurant was a good place to buy it.

To avoid waste, he changed his name to Wei Xian Lou and opened the business.

When we first opened the restaurant, we didn’t find a chef, so I took on the job myself, because I only know how to make vegetable noodles, so Weixianlou only sells vegetable noodles.”

"The strange thing is that every customer who ate the noodles was full of praises, and gradually the reputation spread. I never showed up just because I was afraid of trouble. I didn't expect that the reputation spread more and more widely, and finally I became known as

God of Cooking.”
To be continued...