Chapter 208 Champion
The staff member walked up to Jiang Feng. She was still the same as last time. She was wearing high heels, showing her arms that had been training hard in the gym for two weeks but with no results. Her smile was filled with murderous intent.
Today, she was going to avenge her humiliation in front of Jiang Feng and show him that her fitness training in the past two weeks was not in vain!
Qi sinks in the Dantian, and the arms exert strength.
A large casserole of preserved egg and lean meat porridge was picked up steadily by the staff member.
Five seconds later, the power is broken.
The staff member looked at the casserole full of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of her, her face filled with unwillingness and anger.
Why two weeks ago I couldn't carry your brother's eight-treasure porridge, and two weeks later I still can't carry your damn preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
The staff member feels that the private lessons she has been attending in the past two weeks at the gym have all been in vain. The trainer is neither tall nor handsome nor strong. He is not 1.92 meters tall and does not have long legs. Even Zhang Guanghang’s 1 Not as good as /10.
Jiang Feng wanted to help her, but he was unable to do so. After all, he was now half-disabled. The gauze on his left hand has not yet been removed, and the wound on the tiger's mouth has not yet healed. If he serves the pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him today, his left hand may be blamed here.
The atmosphere gradually became awkward.
Wu Minqi, who had been paying attention to Jiang Feng's movements, walked over and said to the staff member who was doubting her life: "This pot of porridge is a bit heavy, let me help you carry it."
At that moment, the staff member felt that Wu Minqi was an angel, exuding holy light.
Such a holy and beautiful woman, how could Jiang Feng and He De be her boyfriend!
"Thank you." The staff member said sweetly and glared back at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng:...
Why did I feel that her look just now was a bit like looking at a love rival.
Wu Minqi walked to the judges' table with a heavy casserole full of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, put it down, and the table trembled.
Han Guishan's eyes lit up. This portion was definitely more than the eight-treasure porridge last time!
Smelling the tangy aroma of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Pei Shenghua's old habit of talking a lot came back: "This Jiang Feng contestant is really good at making porridge. The sweet porridge is so good, and the salty porridge is not bad either."
"Maybe it's talent." Zhu Chang couldn't explain why a 20-year-old young man could cook porridge so skillfully. His level was higher than those of senior chefs who had been cooking porridge for 20 or 30 years.
"It would be a pity if he doesn't become a chef." Xu Cheng sighed.
"It's no pity. His red case is actually not bad." Tong Deyan began to scoop out the porridge.
Han Guishan has already drank it.
Compared to eight-treasure porridge, he naturally prefers preserved egg and lean meat porridge. It is less sweet and more sticky, salty, fresh and mellow. The most important thing is that the fusion of lean meat and preserved eggs in the mouth has always been his favorite.
Snort, snore, snore.
One bowl after another, I couldn't stop.
This is the feeling, this is the taste, this is the taste that he dreams about! Although I have never drunk it at all, it seems like I have seen it in a dream.
"It's not as good as his eight-treasure porridge last time." Xu Cheng was slightly disappointed.
"That's because your requirements are too high. How can every dish be cooked equally well?" Han Guishan took the time to defend his idol, and then immersed himself in drinking porridge.
"Actually, it's really good, top level." Pei Shenghua said, scooping out another small bowl, "At his age, he can cook such porridge, there is nothing to fault."
Cooking porridge requires time and experience. Generally speaking, the more experienced the porridge master is, the better the porridge will be.
Jiang Feng is an exception.
Because he's a jerk.
"How long will Guli's Golden Silk Shaomai last?" Han Guishan asked.
They were drinking porridge and chatting, looking comfortable and at ease. They didn't look like they were here to be judges on a food show, but like they were here to have a tea party.
"About 20 minutes, it steams very quickly." Pei Shenghua said. Seeing that there was still a lot of porridge in the casserole, he asked, "Mr. Han, do you want to share the porridge with the audience?"
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"Okay." Han Guishan gave the assistant a look. Hearing the song, the assistant understood the elegant meaning and asked people to get bowls and spoons to divide the porridge.
The assistant personally divides the porridge, which ensures that everyone in the audience can taste it on the premise that Han Guishan is full and drinks enough to bring a portion each to his wife and children.
Experienced viewers will know what is about to happen when they see the staff holding the dishes and chopsticks.
Everyone craned their necks and stared expectantly at the pot of porridge on the judges' table.
"Honey, do you love me?"
"Ah, what did you just say? I was looking at my phone and I didn't listen. What did you say?"
"Junjun, I remember you don't like to drink porridge!"
"Who said I don't like to drink porridge? Who is spreading rumors about me outside? I really like to drink porridge, I especially love to drink porridge, especially preserved egg and lean meat porridge!"
"You..."
"Hey, look at them taking the dishes and chopsticks!"
"..."
The little brother on Ji Yue's left was obviously interested in her. Seeing that Ji Yue came alone and no one was accompanying her, he thought this was a good opportunity.
"Hey, beauty, I don't like porridge, why don't you help me drink my share!" The little brother decided to give up his appetite for the sudden love.
Ji Yue glanced at him, not as handsome as Zhang Guanghang, not as tall as Zhang Guanghang, and visually inspecting his legs as Zhang Guanghang.
He seems to be even worse looking than Jiang Feng.
"No need, I don't like to drink porridge either." Ji Yue said.
The little brother on Ji Yue's right couldn't help but look at her. The girl on the right took one look at Ji Yue's face, and immediately the alarm went off, thinking that this was a wall that was not easy to mess with.
"Hey, don't you like to drink porridge? Why don't I help you drink it!" The little brother's girlfriend has evil intentions.
Ji Yue glanced at her. She was not fairer than herself, her nose was not as high as hers, her beauty was not as good as hers, and her makeup skills were not as good as hers.
Even her delicate and pretentious look can't compare to her own.
Not worth mentioning.
"Okay, I happen to be losing weight." Ji Yue said with a smile.
The younger brother’s girlfriend was confused.
Ji Yue stood on the stage with her head propped up. In fact, what she really wanted to eat was the food cooked by her boyfriend Zhang Guanghang.
Jiang Feng, a loser, only cared about falling in love and didn't care about the life and death of her outdated senior sister. I've been asking him for Zhang Guanghang's WeChat account for a week, and he didn't even want to give me his WeChat account when he was in love.
Han Guishan's all-purpose assistant was dividing the porridge dutifully. Han Guishan was sipping the porridge on his lips, but his eyes were fixed on the steamer in front of Guli on the stage, thinking about how fast he should drink the porridge in order to leave enough stomach. Support him to eat siomai and drink porridge at the same time.
The assistants and staff were very fast, and within a few minutes, the entire audience had a taste of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Jiang Feng cooked today.
“It tastes delicious!”
"Oh my god, how can there be such delicious porridge!"
"My dear, you should also learn to make porridge!"
"Stop making trouble, my dear, you should go and learn!"
"Oh my god..."
"..."
The same plot is repeated.
Tong Deyan looked at the problem from a very strange angle. He turned around and looked at the auditorium for a long time and asked: "Are all the family members of player Jiang Feng in the third row?"
The bodies of the Jiang family are indeed the most dazzling and dazzling among the audience.
"It seems so." Han Guishan took a look and said, "He has quite a lot of relatives."
Pei Shenghua also took a curious look: "Their family... is quite lucky!"
"Hey, is that Wu Hanxue in the fourth row? He's sitting right behind Jiang Feng and his family. The one next to him seems to be his lover!" Pei Shenghua spotted Wu Hanxue with sharp eyes, "It seems like their parents have met!"
The atmosphere gradually became gossipy.
The judges' table was gradually changing under the leadership of Pei Shenghua's Coal Girl Group. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang were all looking at Gu Li on the stage, mainly because there was really no one to watch. According to the time, it was estimated that his golden shumai It's almost ready.
Sure enough, two minutes later, Gu Li turned off the heat and the golden roast was sold out.
The yellow egg skin is knotted on the shoulder of the siomai, which is particularly conspicuous. The small and round siomai looks like a lucky bag from a distance, delicate and cute.
The characteristics of golden silk siomai are that it has many fillings and thin skin, and is fragrant and delicious. Compared with ordinary siomai, it looks like it has extra egg skin, but after all, it is a snack for the Manchu-Han banquet, and its taste is far better than ordinary siomai sold in the market.
It took Gu Li nearly 20 minutes to make the fillings. How could this siomai be ordinary?
A cage of 10 is perfect.
Each of the 5 judges had one, and Han Guishan had 5 each. He had 5 siomai, and paired them with the last bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. He was 9 points full, which was just right.
"Hiccup." Han Guishan hiccupped with satisfaction.
The scores of the five judges have been scored, and the staff member is calculating the average score. The winner will be announced in less than two minutes.
"Who do you think is the champion in this game?" Pei Shenghua asked.
"Gu Li." Zang Mu said.
"Gu Li." Tong Deyan said.
"Gu Li." Zhu Chang said.
"Gu Li." Xu Cheng said.
"Guli?" Han Guishan was a little surprised, but soon felt relieved. After recalling the porridge he just drank and the siomai he ate, it seemed that the siomai tasted better.
Han Guishan expressed some regret that his idol could not win the championship.
"Dear viewers, our staff has tallied the scores of the four contestants and calculated the average score. Now I will announce the champion, runner-up and third-place winner of the second Good Taste Cooking Competition." Host Xiao My sister stood on the stage again, and the audience was silent.
"Wu Minqi scored 8.8 points, Zhang Guanghang scored 9.2 points, Jiang Feng scored 9.2 points, and Gu Li scored 9.3 points. Let us congratulate player Gu Li for winning the championship, player Jiang Feng for winning the runner-up, and player Zhang Guanghang for winning the third place. By the way, the votes for the Best Popularity Award are still there. Moving on, our voting deadline is 9pm on April 30th. Before then, everyone can log in to our official account using WeChat and vote for your favorite contestants.”
Gurley is the champion.
Jiang Feng was inevitably a little regretful after missing out on the championship, especially when he only lost by 0.1 points.
"Congratulations." Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang looked at Gu Li and said to him at the same time.
But no matter what, he deserves the championship.
"Now let's hand over the microphone to the five judges to hear their opinions on the four contestants' dishes." The hostess said sweetly.
Zhu Chang picked up the phone.
Robbery, hand over your monthly ticket! ! !
(End of chapter)