Chapter 30: Alas, young people today are still too impetuous, unlike us back then
The competition enters the countdown and will end on time in thirty minutes. The scores will be made by six judges.
On the stage, the six judges were the president of the catering association, a food blogger, a local internet celebrity, a representative of the organizer, a food lover, and a randomly selected audience member.
As a local cultural feature of Jinnan City, Jinnan TV will also provide live coverage of the entire event, with Zhao Luyao serving as the host of the food competition.
When the show was halfway through , a delivery man ran onto the stage, picked up an apron and put it on, apparently preparing to cook!
Dong Li chased up to the stage, and seeing Su He's calm expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Little brother, have you been a chef before?"
Su He thought about it and replied, "I guess so."
"Then I wonder in which hotel did you do it?" Dong Li continued to ask.
"It's not a hotel. My grandfather is a chef in the countryside. He taught me a few tricks when he hosted banquets for others..." Su He looked at the countdown. There were only twenty-six minutes left, so he walked to the food area.
The ingredients for this competition were all provided by the organizers and everyone was free to use them. However, Su He arrived late and there were not many left on the shelves.
Country cook? How many tricks have you learned?
Dong Li's eyes went dark and he almost fainted. When he turned around, he saw Su He pushing the shelf towards him with a bucket of rice in his other hand.
"Boss, don't worry. My grandfather's cooking skills are well-known in the surrounding villages. Whenever there is a funeral, they will invite him. I used to follow him when I was a child. I have learned his skills a long time ago." Su He gave Dong Li a reassuring look, picked up a basket of eggs, and cracked them one by one in a basin.
The smile gradually froze, Dong Li sat down on the ground with a sad face, and said, "Are you seriously ill? How dare you hurt me like this!"
Zhao Luyao came over with a camera.
"Dear audience, the Pinweixuan Hotel, which has attracted much attention from everyone, has finally sent someone to participate in the competition. You can see that the chef is actually wearing the clothes of a delivery man. I don't know if it is intentional or there is another hidden reason. Pinweixuan Hotel has won the championship of the food competition for three consecutive years. What kind of surprise will it bring to everyone this time?"
"Strange, the boss of Pinweixuan is actually sitting on the stage. Let's go see what's going on... Boss Dong, are you confident that you can continue to win the food competition this year? Boss Dong? It seems that something has happened to Boss Dong. Let's go see what their chef is preparing... Oh my gosh!"
The moment Zhao Luyao turned around, Su He suddenly said, "Sister Zhao, you are here too!"
"Su He?" Zhao Luyao gently patted her plump chest and asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"
Watching Su He beating eggs in a basin with chopsticks, Zhao Luyao had a bad feeling. Could it be that Boss Dong's distraught look was because of Su He?
"This boss invited me to come up and participate in the competition... Boss, so your last name is Dong, Boss Dong, come over and give me a hand, time is running out."
At this time, Dong Li's wife Chen Ying ran over, looked at Dong Li, and shouted: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Don't scare me!"
Dong Li turned his head to look at Chen Ying, then looked at Su He who was smiling, sighed, and said, "Wife, when we get back, let's sell the hotel and start over in another city."
This is a fucking food competition. You, a delivery man, come up and take out hundreds of eggs at once, as if you are cooking a big pot of food!
Chen Ying also noticed Su He's actions and asked in confusion: "What are you going to do?"
"Fried Rice with Egg!" Su He had already beaten the eggs and started preparing the rice. There were only twenty minutes left until the end of the game.
shocked!
Chen Ying stared and said, "For a food contest, you're just making egg fried rice? And you prepared so many eggs and rice, are you sick?"
"It's a mild concussion...but he should have recovered..." Su He replied honestly.
Chen Ying hugged Dong Li and sat down, sighing, "Honey, I'm sorry, I was just daydreaming..."
Many people in the audience took out their mobile phones to record this scene, and soon they were laughing all over the circle of friends and short videos.
Pinwei Xuan has completely disgraced itself this time.
Su He was speechless. No one helped him, so he had to speed up and cut and prepare the vegetables. There were only fifteen minutes left, so Su He hurriedly started to heat the pot and pour oil.
"Oh my god! Bodhisattva! I saw it right. The delivery man used such a big pot to make egg fried rice."
"Chunchun is seriously ill! Does he really think he can get a 50,000 yuan bonus?"
"Alas, young people nowadays are still too impetuous, unlike us back then..."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and even the judges on the stage shook their heads. The organizer's staff walked up to Su He and reminded him, "Hello, this is a food competition. It's not appropriate for you to make fried rice with egg, right?"
Su He rolled his eyes. Everything on the vegetable shelf had been taken away, not even a piece of meat was left. If it weren't for the basket of eggs, he could only fry some white rice.
"Please help me get two three-pound Australian lobsters, ten top-quality sea cucumbers, two bottles of 1982 Lafite and a bottle of soy sauce..." Su He said to the staff. At this time, the TV station's camera was aimed at the two of them and also took a picture of the few ingredients on the vegetable shelf.
The staff was stunned. Isn't this a nitpicker? Who told you to come so late? However, Zhao Luyao stood directly on Su He's side, handed the microphone to the staff's mouth, and asked: "Hello, why don't the organizers provide ingredients to the contestants? Is it intentional or is there something shady going on?"
Isn't that what it means... The staff member looked at the camera nervously and was about to speak when Zhao Luyao spoke to the camera: "Dear audience, a dramatic scene occurred in the food competition. The contestants couldn't even meet the requirement of a bottle of soy sauce. We just interviewed the other 19 groups of contestants and saw that their ingredients and materials were very complete, but here at Pinweixuan, there were only some eggs and white rice left. It's hard not to doubt whether the competition is really fair? What's the inside story? Let's interview the chef of Pinweixuan."
"Hello, do you think this food competition is fair?" The camera was aimed at Su He, who had already put a large bucket of rice into the pot.
"It's not fair. They don't even provide me with a bottle of soy sauce." Su He really didn't find any soy sauce.
At this time, the organizer's staff hurriedly brought a bottle of soy sauce over. Su He smiled and said, "Where are the lobster and sea cucumber? And the 1982 Lafite..."
