PFC Chapter 388 I Knew This Death Would Happen
Chapter 388 I Knew This Death Would Happen
"So it's closed down? I wasn't interested in that and never went there once."
"I haven't been there either, I just know vaguely."
"I've been there! I watched a video and booked a special place. I thought the girl would like it, so I asked her to go with me. But it turned out to be nothing but a nice and novel gimmick. After the meal, the girl and I were not full, so we went to the night market to eat fried noodles!"
"Yes, that's the one!" The contestant in red finally smiled when he saw everyone remembering it. "As chefs, we generally don't like to go to those internet-famous restaurants, so it's normal that we didn't know. It was my son who insisted on going there and ordered that damn expensive tempura. The fried noodle fan is used to shape the tempura and for decoration! Because this dish doesn't look as good as the other dishes, it wasn't promoted much in the videos at the time, but it is indeed a dish from that internet-famous restaurant!"
"So that's how it is. I thought it was such a high-end dish!"
"This judge's words are not offensive at all. He is so smooth at such a young age. He speaks so arrogantly. It turns out that this is an Internet celebrity store!"
"They make a living from this. If I tell the truth, wouldn't that offend them and cut off my own source of income?"
"Hey, you can't say that, maybe what the judges said is right. Maybe this fried noodle fan was originally invented for use in high-end restaurants. You can't say that you have only seen it in an Internet celebrity restaurant, or that an Internet celebrity restaurant has used it once, and then deny the possibility of this thing being used in restaurants?" In the crowd, Da Zhuang was just criticized by Cricket for a few words, and the fan who had just recommended Da Zhuang jumped out to speak for Da Zhuang.
"You're right. Without knowing the full story, I won't comment! But speaking of this, fried shrimp and fried eggplant can also be made into tempura. Was the tempura you ate last time in the shape of a peacock? Was it delicious?" The contestant who had just exchanged numbers with this fan quickly expressed his support and calmly changed the subject after expressing his opinion.
"No, if it were, I would have thought of it the first time. Now it must have been improved. How about the tempura? It feels like a pre-prepared dish. I guess it was bought frozen outside, fried and heated up and then served." said the contestant in red.
“No matter how they are improved, the dishes of Internet celebrity restaurants are just gimmicks. Some of them are just to make a fortune and run away. As long as the appearance looks good, it doesn’t matter whether it tastes good or not. They can just put the pre-prepared dishes in the library and don’t even need to hire a chef.”
"Okay, let's put one thing in perspective. It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white. As long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat! The judges will make the final decision."
As everyone started chatting, they forgot to avoid the fact that the contestant who made this dish might also be among them, and the discussion turned into an argument.
Zhao Xiaojing was trying to block out these voices in annoyance while glancing at the noodle contestant. Although he was the starting point of everyone's discussion and most of the criticism was related to his dish, he didn't seem to be listening. He just stared at the live broadcast motionlessly, as if he only wanted to see if his dish could advance.
Zhao Xiaojing was relieved for him immediately. It seemed that this person was also a wise man. Whether it was the anger or praise from these people, all the comments were temporary. Maybe there would be no intersection after this. If you care about it, it will become a weapon to attack you.
The voices of arguing were endless. Zhao Xiaojing stood aside and stopped listening to them. She just followed the example of the other contestants and stared at the live broadcast to watch the voting.
During the time when the contestants were discussing, the judges had already finished the food tasting session and were obviously not very motivated. They did not eat the noodles like they finished the syrup, but just took a few bites symbolically before returning to their seats.
Zhao Xiaojing was just wondering why she didn't see the dishes of the other two contestants who stayed with her at the end, when the picture on the live broadcast screen was split into two halves.
Half of the screen was filled with photos of dishes made by each contestant, arranged in chronological order, with numbers 1-3-8 marked underneath the photos, which scrolled back and forth. The other half was filled with judges holding voting devices, each sitting a certain distance apart and not allowed to discuss their votes.
Zhao Xiaojing looked at the dishes scrolling on the left half of the screen with great interest, and then she realized that the dish numbers of the other two contestants were before hers, which meant that they had already been tasted by the judges before she watched the live broadcast.
However, those two dishes were also very confusing to her. Even though she knew roughly what ingredients one of the contestants had used, she found it difficult to tell which dish was made by which contestant.
One was steamed dishes, and the steamed things were quite mixed, with all kinds of them piled up in a basket, but I had no idea where the noodles were; another was a basket of dumplings with strange colors, each one was a different color, but I couldn't tell what color they were.
In addition, there are some regular dishes that Zhao Xiaojing can think of, such as hand-rolled noodles or ramen, cold instant noodles, and snacks, as well as some strangely shaped foods that Zhao Xiaojing looked at for a long time but still couldn't understand.
Before Zhao Xiaojing could study it for too long, a minute later, the voting channel was closed, and the five TVs in the live broadcast hall went dark and then lit up at the same time, and the sound and picture began to unify.
The live broadcast hall, which was bustling with activity just now, suddenly fell silent, and the players from the five competition zones stared at the big screen anxiously.
The TV screen suddenly changed and the host appeared with a smile, holding a piece of paper. The contestants didn't even dare to blink, staring at the paper in the host's hand, waiting for the host to announce the final result.
"The first choice for family seasoning, a helper for life adjustment, the fruit of time brewing, the ocean of intoxication for taste buds, thanks to Weiyang Soy Sauce for the exclusive title sponsorship. The more you compete, the stronger you will become. If you want to be strong, use Liyang. Thanks to Liyang Chicken Essence for the joint sponsorship. For the pursuit of quality, silky experience, and healthy life, Liuji non-stick pan is the first choice. Thanks to Liuji kitchenware for the joint sponsorship. The ultimate kitchen, wonderful experience, new life..."
The contestants welcomed the exciting moment - advertising time.
"whispering sound!"
"I knew this would happen!"
"Waste of feelings! Lose money!"
The live broadcast hall was filled with boos and frantic noises.
Zhao Xiaojing laughed helplessly. She was worthy of being called Bai Tao. The advertisement would be either here or there, and the sponsor was still the sponsor.
"This is the semi-finals of "Western Soy Sauce·Fresh Chef Competition". I am the host Xiaoling. Thank you all for your patience. I believe that you must be extremely looking forward to the results of the next competition. You must have predicted it countless times in your mind. Then, let us count down to five numbers together to meet this expectation! Five, four, three... zero!"
The nearly five-minute commercial finally ended. As the host finished the countdown, the images on the five TVs changed again.
A blue list appeared, ranked from top to bottom according to the number of votes.