Life is a Game

"Drip, drip, drip."

Accompanied by the last three mechanical beeps, which were clear and regularly spaced, like the beeps of a reminder, the countdown on the big screen was also completely cleared.

Time expires.

All the contestants also finished their dishes, and one group even finished their dinner.

Looking at the freshly baked phoenix eggs, which had been strictly screened by everyone, they were golden and fragrant, but because he was already full of the phoenix eggs that did not look so attractive, Jiang Feng couldn't help hiccupping.

"belch."

A hiccup was not very loud, but it was particularly noticeable and clear, when there was a mechanical sound, and there was no silence in the audience, and everyone was standing quietly behind the kitchen counter waiting for the staff to serve the food.

Bearded Chef: ?

The bearded chef calmly scanned all the contestants present from the corner of his eye, and found that he was the only one who was surprised, surprised, puzzled and puzzled by Jiang Feng's hiccup.

The reactions of the others were normal, as if they hadn't heard it.

The bearded chef even took a sneak peek at Chef Arnold.

As Chef Arnold's right-hand man, he was scolded the most by Chef Arnold and even grew his beard to look like Chef Arnold. The bearded chef knew Chef Arnold's temper very well.

That is a Lord who cannot tolerate sand in his eyes and cannot tolerate sand outside his eyes.

Not to mention a hiccup, even a small cough may cause Chef Arnold to scold him. The four-person group of Taifeng Building did not compete well during the competition. They ate food, drank fruit juice, and finally ate fruit after the meal. After the competition, they even burped. How could it be possible not to fly into a rage and shoot the crime.

Chef Arnold didn't respond.

"Hic." Jiang Feng hiccupped again.

Chef Arnold noticed Jiang Feng.

He looked at Jiang Feng.

The bearded chef was excited, but the beard on his face concealed his expression well so that no one else could see it.

Finally, it's finally time to curse, isn't it!

The bearded chef clenched his fists excitedly.

"Hic." Jiang Feng hiccupped again.

Jiang Feng found that the hiccups were really strange today. He couldn't stop once he hit them. He just ate too much. As for it, it seemed that he didn't respect the semi-finals at all.

Yes, he overturned a little bit when he was making the third set, so they ate the third set and rushed to make the fourth set as a competition dish.

Chef Arnold opened his mouth.

"Water?" Chef Arnold raised the unopened mineral water in his hand, with a clear meaning.

"Thanks." Jiang Feng reached out to catch the mineral water thrown by Chef Arnold, unscrewed the lid and drank most of the bottle.

"Hic." Hiccup became louder.

Bearded Chef: ? ? ?

Jiang Feng still felt strange after drinking the water, so he turned his head and whispered to Wu Minqi: "Why does Chef A Nuo have water and we don't?"

Jiang Feng felt that the program group was discriminating.

"Actually, there is mineral water in the ingredients area, which is chilled. There are ice floes floating in the box at the farthest corner. I found it when I went to get the mushrooms." Wu Minqi explained, "It should be specially requested by Chef A Nuo. I just saw him use iced mineral water when cooking."

Jiang Feng suddenly realized.

On the other side, a total of eight dishes from the four groups of contestants have been placed in front of the four judges.

There are not many dishes, four main courses and four desserts, basically all finished within the time limit. The presentation of the dishes is excellent. From the appearance alone, each dish is exquisite and delicious. Putting the eight dishes together will give people the feeling that the emperor is visiting the imperial garden. The eight concubines each have their own characteristics, Yanhuan is fat and thin, and their skin is creamy.

Xu Cheng now has the pleasure of being a fool, and he thinks that this kind of food competition can be held more in the future. There must be more food competitions that can gather Chef Arnold, Sun Maocai, Jiang Feng, the chef of New York Light, and the chef of the Chinese restaurant at the same time.

If it weren't for this competition, who would let their dishes appear on the same table at the same time.

Among the four judges, Peng Changping was the oldest and had the highest status. There was an order in tasting dishes, which naturally had to be decided by him.

In front of Peng Changping was the bearded chef's molecular cuisine, which looked very delicate, as if a small pudding had just been given a soft light effect, everything from the jam to the decorative green leaves was glowing with a soft and transparent light. Even if you are not a lover of sweets, seeing such an ordinary-looking but unattractive egg pudding with grape juice, you can't help but want to take out a small spoon and taste it immediately.

The pudding was placed in front of Peng Changping, and of course the first thing he saw was this dish. The bearded chef had already prepared it behind the kitchen counter, and he was even a little excited.

He didn't expect that he was so lucky that the dishes of their group were placed right in front of Peng Changping.

Of the four judges, Peng Changping is the most respected, and Peng Changping is the least professional in terms of food reviews. He is only recognized as the first chef, not a professional food critic.

Although the bearded chef looks rough, he has no less calculations than others. The semi-final lasted for a long time, almost spanning the entire lunch and dinner time period from twelve o'clock at noon to six o'clock in the evening. In order to respect the contestants, the four judges did not leave the judges' seat except for going to the bathroom in the middle of the competition, and did not eat any food except drinking water. This kind of professionalism is in stark contrast to the guy next to him who suddenly ate dinner in the middle of the four competitions.

If you don't eat for such a long time, you will definitely be hungry.

It is well known that people eat better food when they are hungry than when they are full. The bearded chef has confidence in his cooking skills. When Peng Changping didn't eat at normal times, his first bite was his own cooking, so he must have a very high opinion of his own cooking.

It was just the right time, place and people, and God helped him. The bearded chef felt that he would be sure to enter the finals this time, and he would ask the boss for a raise when he returned.

Then Peng Changping stretched his chopsticks up to the phoenix egg in front of Xu Cheng on the right, and firmly picked up a phoenix egg that was still steaming, with the sauce as uniform as the skin of the egg, and it was at the best tasting time.

Bearded Chef: ?

"If you don't mind, let's try this dish first. Jiang Feng's kid is going bad, I didn't want to eat much at first, but I just sat here and watched him eat, which made me really want to eat this dish too dishes.” Peng Changping said this in English, and even the two judges from the other side of the ocean laughed tacitly when he said this.

Obviously, what Peng Changping said spoke out everyone's aspirations.

How happy the four people in Taifeng Building were eating just now, how greedy the four people in the jury are.

They obviously came to eat today as judges, but instead of eating the dishes, they watched others eat them first.

Peng Changping sat on the far left of the judges' seat, and Xu Cheng moved the phoenix egg to the two judges on the right to signal them to pick it up first, because they were not skilled in using chopsticks. I ordered a small half bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar.

When Xu Cheng was scooping up the bird's nest, Peng Changping had already finished eating the phoenix egg just mentioned.

After one bite and two bites, Peng Changping, who was over a hundred years old, had the aura of Han Guishan who was half his size while eating.

Xu Cheng took a sip of the bird's nest with rock sugar and nodded in satisfaction.

"Actually, I always think that Master Sun is really good at making stews. It's just that he thinks it takes too much time and doesn't have too much technical content. It's a pity that he seldom makes stews." After saying that, Xu Cheng He bowed his head and took another bite.

"Chefs always have personal likes and dislikes. You have to understand this. No matter how good the cooking is, if you don't like the type of dish, of course you don't want to make it." Peng Changping laughed and didn't scoop up the bird's nest.

Xu Cheng noticed that Peng Changping had finished eating the phoenix egg just mentioned, and reached out to take his bowl to help him scoop some bird's nest, but Peng Changping waved his hand and refused.

"I'll taste it later, let me savor it again." Peng Changping smiled.

Xu Cheng was stunned: "Aftertaste?"

He had known Peng Changping for so many years, and it was the first time he heard these two words from Peng Changping's mouth.

"It's... so delicious?"

Peng Changping shook his head: "It's not such an exaggeration, but it is indeed a rare and delicious dish. What I relish is the thickening of this dish."

"Thicken the corn?" Xu Cheng couldn't understand more and more.

"I gave this dish to Jiang Feng some time ago. To be honest, this dish is actually one of Jiang Feng's great-grandfather Jiang Chengde's signature dishes. When my father taught me, he kept telling me that Jiang Chengde made it. How is it. I always thought that the most ideal state of this dish is that the egg skin should not be damaged, and the egg liquid should not be left in the pot."

"Can't you keep egg liquid in the pot?" Xu Cheng wondered secretly in his heart, "If it can be done to this extent, then this is really... a perfect dish."

"That's not necessarily true." Peng Changping shook his head and closed his eyes. The time was very short, about three or four seconds. "There are other directions to make it better. I didn't think about it. He did it."

Xu Cheng didn't quite understand it. At this time, David and Henry, two unprofessional chopsticks masters, finally picked up a phoenix egg with difficulty and stubbornly, and handed the dish back to Xu Cheng to signal that he could start eating.

Nothing is as direct as tasting it yourself.

Xu Guo decisively picked up a phoenix egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

It's delicious, the fish is very fresh, the egg liquid is very tender, the sauce is thickened just right, and the sauce seems to be integrated with the whole dish.

It's a little surprising, but it can't be called amazing.

Xu Cheng's picky tongue immediately helped him analyze the advantages and disadvantages of the phoenix egg in his mouth, but it was just because the analysis of Peng Changping's remarks was a little biased.

Focusing on the analysis of the thickening, the phoenix eggs are even more delicious on the basis of their original taste.

Xu Cheng had eaten phoenix eggs before, so it didn't feel fresh like the first time he saw this dish. David and Henry have never seen phoenix eggs, and have never even heard of them. For them, what they are tasting now is a brand new, charming, and mysterious dish full of freshness.

A dish that is not inferior to the taste once the expectations are filled.

"Amazing." Henry exclaimed.

"Unbelievable!" David exaggerated a little more.

Xu Cheng, who had played a matching game and was once addicted to it: ...

You two just sit here and have fun.

Xu Cheng silently added "good" in his heart.