In the first round of the competition, the position of the operating table was chosen by the chefs, and they were all the way to stand.

Ma Yuan chose Qiu Qiu diagonally opposite. Because the two columns were together, the contestants became face to face with two tables.

Now everyone is determined, and it is hard to move anymore. Qiu Qiu's dream of keeping Ma Yuan away is shattered.

For this reason, Qiu Qiu collapsed with his little face unhappily and beat the eggs into the bowl one by one. Having just beat three or four eggs, Qiu Qiu suddenly stopped and lowered his head and sniffed it.

"What's wrong?" Sang Lu just finished choking with the opposite side, and saw Qiu Qiu's strange movements, and said nervously as if he was PTSD: "Is the egg broken?"

Qiu Qiu shook his head, slowly pulled up the corner of his mouth, revealing a bright and rare smile of joy.

"The eggs are so fragrant," he praised.

Qiu Qiu had completely forgotten the unhappiness just now, ignored Sang Lu's inexplicableness, and began to think about the profound meaning... He continued to beat the egg happily.

Fortunately, the egg is very fragrant, otherwise if it continues like this, the food you make should be mixed with the smell of Ma Yuan. Qiu Qiu thought.

The dish of scrambled eggs sounds simple.

It's not difficult to put it in the competition.

Among the ingredients provided by the organizer, except for various condiments, common side dishes such as green onions, ginger and garlic, there is almost nothing left. This makes the chefs who are used to making delicacies and no matter how bad they are, they have to mix a tomato and stir-fry them together and stir-fry them.

This is the case with a fat chef directly opposite Qiu Qiu.

While beating the eggs, he sweated down. In order not to drip into the bowl, he kept wiping the sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, looking extremely panicked.

Is it so hot? Qiu Qiu looked up and saw several rows of headlights shooting down from above the competition area, making the operating table extremely bright.

The outside of the competition area looked like a void, and the edges were unobstructed.

Only the movements of other contestants in his ears and the sounds of the host talking with other guests on the stage show the presence of the scene.

It seems a little hot.

Qiu Qiu only glanced at it and withdrew his gaze and focused on beating the eggs, but someone on the opposite side was unwilling to be lonely.

Ma Yuan probably finally digested Sang Lu's humiliation, spoke again, and sneered: "The eggshell fell in."

No?

Qiu Qiu and Sang Lu looked up at the same time, but saw that Ma Yuan had changed his target this time, saying to the fat chef beside him.

The four of them were in the shape of a "field" shape, and the fat chef was in the upper left corner. At this time, his face turned into a pig's liver color, and he was holding half a broken egg in his hand. There were indeed two broken egg shells the size of a fingernail floated in the bowl.

Even an ordinary person would not make such a mistake as long as he cooked frequently.

The fat chef was obviously shocked, and sweat was flowing down like a waterfall. Without rushing, a big drop fell into the bowl.

"Tsk." Ma Yuan was so disgusted: "I have said a long time ago that your psychological quality is too poor, and you cannot become a good chef. You are not even qualified for an assistant. Right, Zhu...what is it?"

The fat chef stuttered his lips twice, so hoarse that he almost made no sound: "Zhu Huanyu."

"Oh, I remembered it."

Ma Yuan finally found some confidence in this person, pretending to be graceful, and was like an artificial bamboo pole stalking there.

"I laughed at you." Ma Yuan introduced to Qiu Qiu: "This is a little chef who came to Mengli Township to apply for a job not long ago and was killed by me. I didn't expect that such a person could also participate in the competition? He even entered the top two hundred?"

Ma Yuan pretended to be surprised: "Owner Qiu, you commented on it. Is this person standing opposite you? Is it smearing you?"

Qiu Qiu didn't hear it, so he focused on pounding the eggs and turned on the heater.

He thought Ma Yuan was still talking to the fat chef, after all, his eggshell did not fall into the bowl.

Ma Yuan: “…………”

Ma Yuan said for a long time, but he didn't even get a response. Although he maintained his demeanor on his face, he was vomiting blood in his heart.

The fat chef next door had already poured the egg liquid dripped in sweat and started beating the egg again. Ma Yuan saw it and sneered, causing the fat chef's hands to shake again, and then he cut his garlic leaves with a calm face.

...

A total of fifteen minutes of competition time has passed, and the types of scrambled eggs that all the contestants are going to make have begun to show signs.

Most chefs use chopped green onions to scrambled eggs; a few of them are a little innovative, adding all the side dishes they can add, such as diced carrots, diced green peppers, etc.; there are also special chefs who make various sweet and sour sauces, fish sauces, and scrambled eggs directly for soy sauce.

After a while, steam gathered over the competition area, forming a huge cloud of fragrant smells, which made Qiu Qiu almost distracted.

It didn't take long to scrambled eggs on fast heat. Ma Yuan finished the preparations and inspected them with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the fat chef first and shook his head: "Xiao Zhu, did you stir so many garlic leaves directly into the egg? Do you want to make egg pancakes?"

The fat chef was stunned.

"How do you divide the dish after the pot like this?" Ma Yuan said disappointedly: "Do you understand the rules? This round of tests is 'showing'."

On the stage, Liu Feifei and the others have already begun to select lucky audiences, and the noise is coming from all directions.

The fat chef shivered for a while, sweated again, and buried his head lower.

Ma Yuan did not continue to teach him a lesson, his eyes drifted to the opposite side and stopped.

Three seconds later, he was about to laugh out loud and pretended to be surprised: "Owner Qiu is really just frying eggs!? Have you given up on the competition?"

Qiu Qiu was concentrating on scrambling eggs. After a long time, he realized that he was talking to him. He looked up and said, "Isn't the question just scrambled eggs?"

"Scrambled eggs are not good-looking." Ma Yuan almost burst into laughter.

"It looks good." Qiu Qiu said lightly, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore: "You don't understand."

Ma Yuan: “…………”

The reason why it is important to behave is related to the rules of the first round. It is simple and simple to say.

After each chef completes the dishes, he will pack them into fifty small plates and place them on a long table.

After two hundred lucky tourists enter the venue, they can choose their favorite dishes at will to taste. However, once they pick up a certain portion of food, they must finish eating before they can choose the next one.

The plate is not big, and the average person can eat about twenty servings. At the same time, each person has a vote that can be voted for the contestant he thinks is the best, and finally the ranking is counted by the number of votes.

In other words, if your dishes are not good-looking, tourists may not even want to taste them.

Everyone is working hard to adjust the colors into the dishes for their appearance.

Ma Yuan is no exception.

He looked at Qiu Qiu opposite him and stopped talking, thinking that he must have fallen to this point. I really don’t know where the courage to participate in this kind of competition is embarrassing...

Ma Yuan no longer thought about it, looked at the time on the screen, and there were still five minutes left, just in time.

He took a deep breath, turned on the heater, poured in the egg liquid after the oil was hot, and started to work attentively.

Ma Yuangui is the first apprentice of the chef and has many years of experience, so his skills are naturally extraordinary. Doing the same thing is several times more calm than Sang Lu, who is the newcomer on the opposite side, almost completely crushing the other party.

In order to make the finished product brighter, Ma Yuan skimmed the egg white a little before beating the egg. He heated oil and the egg liquid just fell down, and the white steam rose. But in an instant, he saw him move the pot away, stirring and serving the broken eggs into a small plate, with fancy movements, as if showing off his skills.

The director quickly cut the camera to him, and the host on the stage praised him.

Ma Yuan's face remained unchanged and continued to move. He spread the red bell peppers and green garlic leaves cut into extremely small triangles into each plate evenly like magic, and the pile of pointed golden scrambled eggs became lively as if they were having a party.

This is not over yet.

At the last minute, Ma Yuan poured hot oil into a tablespoon, put it on the heater for a few seconds, and when it smoked, it poured it on the "egg tar" plate one by one.

The bell peppers and garlic leaves are ripe and exude aroma, but the color remains at its brightest moment.

And because of its tiny, it will not take away the glory of the protagonist.

At this point, it is full of color, fragrance and taste.

As the prompt sound of time zeroing out, the noise that had been ignored due to concentration slowly returned.

Ma Yuan exhaled, then looked gloomy on his face and turned around and waved towards the invisible tourist.

He felt like the protagonist.

The staff had quickly helped the chefs transfer the dishes. Ma Yuan was confident at this moment and opened the screen to the long table in the tasting area. He took the step as if he had become the champion in advance.

The same is true.

His dishes are too prominent. When tourists flock in, almost everyone passing by will be amazed, then taste it, and then leave the flowers in admiration.

Even tourists who left after eating turned around and voted.

Ma Yuan’s table was the first to be empty.

Because of his outstanding grades, even the host quickly squeezed in and interviewed him enthusiastically.

Ma Yuan was excited and couldn't help but say a little too much. He was still gestured by the assistant next to the host and realized it and stopped talking.

"Anyway, this test is about understanding the color of the food. The side dishes given by the organizer also fully demonstrated the intention. I just handed in an ordinary answer sheet." Ma Yuan Master smiled.

Liu Feifei smiled a little stiffly, and after taking back the microphone, she said at almost twice the speed of speaking: "Okay, thank you Ma Xian,"

"So!" Ma Yuan thought of Qiu Qiu, and felt a little hot, interrupting her and said, "I dare to conclude that it is impossible for the players who have added color to this game without the side dishes to improve!"

"..." Liu Feifei took a deep breath and switched eight times the speed: "Okay, thank you, Ma, let's see the next player first."

After saying that, Liu Feifei ran away as if she was running away, and followed her assistant to the next high-vote contestant.

After reading three or four of them, the finished products made were similar, and it became more and more obvious to Ma Yuan's level.

Until the fifth player.

The table was in a unique state, surrounded by tourists.
To be continued...