Chapter 1680: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 14
On Jiang Haichao's delicate face, there was a bit of anxiety, and the black eyes were like two black mercury, which made people feel soft.
"See if you are in a hurry, sit down and eat. As a chef, it is a kind of happiness that someone can appreciate their cooking skills and make detailed comments on their own dishes."
Jiang Haichao sat on the chair, a warm feeling in his chest.
Her long eyelashes, thick black as ink, her eyes like the spring water in March, the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, made his heart thump non-stop.
"The target character's favorability is +10, and the current favorability is 67."
"Xiaodie, you are so kind."
Jiang Haichao sat back again, his heart was as sweet as honey.
He ate the vegetables cleanly, wishing he could swallow the chopsticks in his stomach, Shu Ange was amused by his silly appearance.
After eating, she went back to the kitchen, packed the freshly baked pancakes, and said to Jiang Haichao with a smile: "Take this back to eat later. It's made with crab yellow and crab paste. It tastes very good. The name sounds good. Some circles are called gold and silver clip flowers truncate."
The golden pancake was fragrant, Jiang Haichao took two breaths, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
He patted his chest and said solemnly, "Xiao Die, if you have anything in the future, just talk to your face. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. I often come to your house to eat, and you can also come to my house as a guest."
She blinked her black and white eyes, her face like a powder ball, lustrous and beautiful, like a jade plate.
Jiang Haichao's graceful and graceful face revealed a bit of shyness and enthusiasm.
"Well, when the cooking competition is over, I will come to your house for a guest."
With Shu Ange's promise, Jiang Haichao couldn't help but be overjoyed, but the first place on the monthly ticket list was not so happy.
He hurriedly packed the tableware and chopsticks, and when he was done, Shu Ange gave him the key.
"This is the key to my house. You take it first. I wrote the soybeans and the feeding method of chickens and ducks on the paper. You can look at them when you get there."
"Okay, I will take good care of these little guys. By the way, can I take Soybean home? I think he would like to play with Xiaohuo."
Shu Ange nodded: "Yes, the chickens, goslings, and ducklings can be fed once a day."
Jiang Haichao promised again and again, helping Shu Ange to do things made Jiang Haichao feel satisfied, as if she was regarded as her own.
"What game are you participating in, can I pay attention?"
Jiang Haichao held Soybean in his arms, while teasing the dog, he asked Shu Ange unintentionally,
"Of course, I am participating in the Qingxi City God of Cooking Competition."
After saying the name of the competition, Shu Ange laughed first.
These days, I like to make gimmicks, a city-level event, and the name is so exaggerated.
"The name is a bit exaggerated, but it's definitely a regular game."
Shu Ange added his own explanation.
"Where, in my mind you are the God of Cooking! Come on!"
Jiang Haichao gave Shu Ange a thumbs up, and his expression was not fake at all.
On the way to Qingxi City, Shu Ange appeared from time to time that Jiang Haichao enthusiastically cheered for her.
She signed up for the event, not for the prize money, but to regain her fame in the culinary world.
With the help of the ghost Cheng Huai, Mu Lian used the Bazhen Building as her backing, and she became prosperous in the food industry.
Shu Ange has been recuperating for so long, and wants to return to the world through various competitions.
There is only one owner of Bazhenlou, and she will bring happiness to everyone with delicious food.
The competition is held at the Dingsheng Hotel in Qingxi City, and the participants must have a junior chef certificate or above.
Because of the family background, the original owner won the intermediate chef certificate at a young age.
Shu Ange registered her name online. When she checked in at the hotel, the registrant gave her two more glances.
"Are you from Hai Shi? The name Pang Yudie sounds familiar."
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the food industry is also a big river and lake.
Although the sea market is hundreds of kilometers away from Qingxi City, it cannot bear the importance of Bazhenlou in the chef industry, so the registrant saw Shu Ange's name a bit familiar.
"My name is relatively popular, and it may have been a hit."
The registrant didn't take it seriously, nodded and said, "The preliminary round will start tomorrow morning. You are No. 15. After the finals, take a day off and enter the finals. For details, see the brochure."
When the other party gave the key card of Shu Ange Hotel, he also gave her a thin brochure.
The hotel is still very generous, with a standard room for two contestants.
The person in the same room as Shu Ange was a local. The two met each other and she went home.
In the brochure, the rules and procedures of the competition are very clearly written.
In the preliminary round, the contestants will cook in the hotel kitchen. Everyone will prepare a dish and put it in the hotel for customers to try.
According to the number of times the dishes are ordered and the total selling price, the top ten are selected.
This is a very fair competition that tests the cooking skills and analytical skills of the chefs.
The first is the taste of the food, and the second is the cost-effectiveness.
If you choose low-priced dishes, even if there are many people who order, the total price will not be high in the end.
High-priced dishes are usually more labor-intensive, and the chef may be overwhelmed.
Shu Ange stared at the requirements of the preliminary round and thought about it, and decided on the dishes for the competition.
She decided to make a dragon and a phoenix, and the Dingsheng Hotel is a four-star hotel.
People who can come here to stay and dine are not so sensitive to price. As long as the dishes are well-made, they are very willing to spend money.
Qingxi City belongs to southern cuisine, and it is more secure to make light and fresh Jiangnan cuisine.
If you choose Longfengchengxiang, you may lose some customers who are allergic to seafood, but these people are a minority after all.
This is a dish that is suitable for couples as well as for family fun and gatherings.
A total of nearly 100 chefs signed up for the preliminary competition, which was divided into four groups and lasted for two days.
Shu Ange got the first group by lottery. The kitchen of Dingsheng Hotel is large enough, and the ingredients are fresh and complete.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Shu Ange entered the kitchen on time to compete with everyone.
Eighty percent of the chefs in the same group as her were male, and there were only four or five female chefs.
Most of the chefs in the venue are fat, with ruddy complexion and strong wrists, and the female chef also looks like a flamboyant woman.
Shu Ange's body shape is not abrupt to everyone, but her appearance is quite eye-catching.
Dressed in the same white smock and chef's hat, she looks prettier than others.
Other chefs, who brought their apprentices over to gain insight, stared at Shu Ange with the wrong eyes.
"Hey, Master, the little girl over there is about my age and is here to join in the fun."
The elementary apprentices were a little greedy. The girl was so beautiful and she could still participate in the competition. The master only let them watch.
Master Gao glanced at Shu Ange, and hit his apprentice on the head with the handle of the spoon: "Look at it carefully, don't spend your mind on irrelevant things. You have only been a chef for a few years, and you want to cook to be ridiculous."