In the Workers' Club Auditorium, the cooking competition is about to begin.

I saw two hosts holding microphones on both sides, a man and a woman, taking the stage on both sides, the spotlight hit them, and the music suddenly entered.

"Dear leaders and guests, good afternoon."

"After fierce competition, our food cooking competition has entered the quarterfinals, and the remaining players are the elites among the elites... I wish them excellent results..."

"The following are four players..."

The host introduced the contestants to the audience, and the chefs led their assistants to wave to the audience. Applause was everywhere in the venue and the atmosphere gradually became warmer.

Since it is already the late stage of the schedule, the opening procedure is quite concise. If it is put on the opening and closing ceremony, it is not said anything else, but the leaders' speeches will not be taken down within two hours.

Next, the host announced the content of today's competition, a total of two events, a cold spelling and a hot dish.

Cold spelling is a full range of vegetarian products, and players choose five to eight ingredients for on-site production; hot dishes are themed on shrimp, and other contents are free to be played. However, be careful not to use animal and plant raw materials that are explicitly protected by the state, and illegal additives are not allowed.

The competition time is one and a half hours, and if the timeout is not completed, it will be automatically judged to lose.

With the host's order, every chef and his assistant immediately became busy and nervously according to the prior division of labor and cooperation.

The camera above the stage also began to work, looking for the best angle to record the competition screen and transmit it to several large LCD screens distributed in the venue, so that the audience can clearly see the players' detailed operation process.

This is what Jiang Yichen is most interested in. He put his elbows on the armrest of the seat and watched with concentration.

The so-called laymen watch the excitement, while the experts look at the tricks. The contestants on the stage are indeed professional chefs, with skillful and exquisite knife skills, fast and accurate techniques, and their understanding of various ingredients is also extraordinary. It is obviously the result of years of hard work.

In comparison, Dingxiangyuan Kitchen and Lao Dou on Yunsha Island are indeed more than two levels different, and can only be considered amateur level.

The production process was quite exciting. More than an hour passed without realizing it, and he didn't feel any sleepiness.

The four groups of contestants completed the works on time, and the judges tasted, commented, and the host announced the scores. Finally, amid the audience's cheers and applause, the contestants bowed and left the stage.

The host announced the intermission break and the competition will continue in half an hour by the next four groups of players.

The audience stood up from their seats, left the venue and went outside to buy drinks or go to the bathroom.

"Oh, it looks pretty and smells fragrant, but it's not a good thing." Ma Detao got up and stretched his body, making a speech on the battle.

"When you are qualified to be a judge in the future, others will have to rush to beg you for food." The belly smiled.

After a moment, he seemed to remember something and turned to Jiang Yichen and said:

"Oh, by the way, come with me to the backstage and introduce someone to you."

"Who?" Jiang Yichen asked in confusion.

"You will know when you get there." Her belly was round and her eyes were squinting, and she kept her eyes closed. She left her seat and came to the passage, turned around and waved to Jiang Yichen and the others, and then walked towards the side of the stage.

"What are you doing? You're talking nonsense." Ma Detao was quite dissatisfied.

"Let's go and have a look together." Jiang Yichen felt that his belly was not like a joke, so he followed.

Leading with the round belly, the three of them walked along the passage on one side of the stage.

"There is not even a security guard. This security work is really lax. If a terrorist is found, it will be lively." Ma Detao looked around while walking.

"Look at what you're thinking, can terrorists be interested in cooking competitions? If the concert of the popular gorilla is still close," Kumayuan retorted.

After walking a few more steps, I entered the backstage lounge.

There were many people in the lounge, some of which were chefs wearing white work clothes. People either sat or stood, or gathered together to chat in groups of three or three.

My belly was round and my eyes were slim and I glanced at the hall, and I found the target in a short while.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao." He greeted him and walked towards a man sitting upright on a chair in the corner of the left wall, closing his eyes to rest.

This is a middle-aged man with wide face and big ears. His face is red and oily. His hands and feet are thick and he has a little weight. He looks like he is in his forties.

When the man heard someone greeting him, he opened his eyes and looked calm.

"Oh, it's Mr. Du, why did you come here?" He stood up and faced his stomach.

"Hey, Mr. Du, it sounds so good, just call me Xiao Du. I heard that you made it to the quarterfinals, so amazing." He said carelessly with a round belly.

"It's just good luck." Master Zhao smiled slightly.

"I came here to cheer for you today, and brought friends. Haha."

As he said with a round stomach, his body moved a step to the side, revealing Jiang Yichen and Ma Detao behind him.

Next, he introduced both parties.

Master Zhao’s real name is Zhao Hongsheng, a genuine special three-pole cooking technician. He is currently serving as the head chef at Jinjiang Fishing Port Restaurant in this city.

In this food cooking competition, I passed the qualifying competition and reached the quarterfinals. Today, as a player in the second half, I am preparing to compete in the eight-to-fourth game.

"Master Zhao, my brother's family runs a fishing ground. Now I want to build a seafood restaurant that produces and sells it by myself. But I just lack decent staff. If there are any chef friends who can help introduce them to a few?" said Wu Yuan whispering.

After hearing this, Master Zhao just said that he could pay attention to it and see if there was any suitable one.

Jiang Yichen stepped forward and shook hands with Master Zhao. The two of them exchanged a few simple words.

I can't tell why, Jiang Yichen had a good first impression of the chef in front of him, but when he met for the first time, he was not convenient to say more. He just wished him a smooth game and a success.

Just as Master Zhao was chatting with Tu Ziyuan and others, on the other side of the rest hall, a man wearing a dark gray striped suit with a long face and triangular eyes, about fifty years old was watching them closely, with a gloomy look and I didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Master Zhao's assistant came over and said that the intermission time was almost over. The people from the organizing committee asked them to come on stage and prepare.

Jiang Yichen and Tu Ziyuan immediately said goodbye to Master Zhao and said he was waiting to see his wonderful performance.

On the way back, Ma Detao said to Bai Yuan:

"Okay, you guys are pretty wild now, and you can know a few people."

The belly was round and chuckled, saying that Chef Zhao was still the one who met with his father at the beginning of the year when he was with his father to have dinner with his clients. Later, due to work needs, he treated him to Jinjiang Fishing Port Restaurant several times, and he became familiar with him after a while.r1152

...
Chapter completed!