Chapter 1670 As Long as I Am Here, There Will Be No Leftovers

Oishi Xiujie, Sucha, Keson, and Dupont were having a bad exchange in the hotel cafe.

Why is it lame? Because the language of communication between the four people is English. Dupont is Filipino, Sucha is Thai, Oishi Hidetoshi is Japanese, and it goes without saying that Ke Sen is Chinese.

Come on, the first three are basically the three countries with the most difficult-to-understand English accents, whether they are lame or not.

"Wednesday is the final. Ke Sang, should we visit Yuan Jun today?" Oishi Xiujie asked Ke Sang while drinking coffee.

"For the finals the day after tomorrow, it will definitely not be good to visit Chef Yuan today." Ke Sen ordered a glass of lemonade in the cafe. He was not used to drinking coffee.

After answering Oishi Xiujie, Ke Sen raised a topic and asked: "How are your dishes prepared?"

As soon as they mentioned this, the dull expressions of the other three people instantly changed and became vigilant.

"I haven't prepared much. After all, the scope of the topic this time is too large." Sucha answered immediately.

The title of the final was told to the four people after the top four were decided, and all four received small slips of paper with the title written on it: "Chicken, Duck, Goose, Three Flying Sky."

The following "Three Flying Heavens" were called question holders in ancient times. They were used to support the questions. It was easier for Ke Sen to understand. The final question will be to choose one of the three types of poultry, chicken, duck and goose, as the main course.

But they are not so friendly to Sucha, Dupont, and Oishi Xiujie.

In fact, as an international conference, even if it wants to promote Chinese culture, it is definitely not possible for the contestants to understand the questions, otherwise it will look too petty, so the officials translated the questions into Tagalog, Thai and Japanese.

But just in case, Sucha and the others asked a Chinese friend they knew to translate.

It's not that I don't believe the organizers, but I'm afraid that if there are any details that I haven't noticed, the finals are related to whether I can win the first place, and it's a major life event under the guidance of Chef Yuan, so I can't be careless in the slightest.

Sucha said that the scope is large, which is correct. After all, just the chicken delicacies are too much to cover in a while, let alone duck and goose.

Like a clothes pole, the tall and thin Dupont immediately answered: "We rarely eat geese in the Philippines. It would be really tragic if we caught one."

"It is true that there is no progress at all. Let's see if Ke Sang is satisfied and has some ideas. If it is convenient, please Ke Sang open our eyes." Dashi Xiujie, who looked honest, also shook his head, and then looked at On Ke Sen.

Ke Sen sneered in his heart, but he was still smiling on the surface. These people were so treacherous that they would not cooperate with him when he inquired about information, and they still wanted to inquire about him.

"Compared to the three chefs, my cooking experience is still too young, but I heard that the honey-glazed goose in Filipino cuisine is also very famous," Keson said.

Dupont suddenly realized that he just remembered it: "If Mr. Ke didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that our country does have this dish."

The bad old man is so bad that I believed your evil deeds.

Ke Sen knew it. It could be seen from the questions asked by the Young Chef Club in the previous competition that it was fair.

If there are few goose-inclusive foods in the Philippines, it would be impossible to use this as a title. Since this title is raised, it means that Philippine cuisine does not lack goose as Dupont said.

In recent days, this is not the first time that we have had such tentative conversations with each other, but each time there has been no result.

The four of them fell into silence for a moment, or looked down at their cups, or their thoughts drifted away, appearing in a daze.

The cooking skills are just like those of the heroes. The heroes have life-saving cards. Similarly, the chef has no idea what special dish he has in his hand.

After an estimated five minutes, a voice broke the silence - "When Mr. Sucha was in the top ten, the dishes he cooked really opened my eyes. I heard that Mr. Sucha is a rare person who knows how to cook in central, northern, southern and eastern Thailand. The chefs from the four major Thai cuisines will definitely come up with more amazing dishes in the finals.”

The speaker was Dupont. He liked to address people as sir, and his voice was easier to identify.

“We in Thailand only have four cuisines, which are not as numerous as the Chinese cuisines.

Moreover, Chef Oishi is the chef. Since the rematch, his dishes have always been ranked first. " Sucha's tone revealed deep fear.

The competition system of the Young Chef Competition has always been a elimination system. Among the three judges, with a perfect score of thirty points, Oishi Hideyoshi's score has always been at the highest stage.

As many Japanese media said, Hidetoshi Oishi is the person most likely to be mentored by the Grand Master of the Empire.

After all, ever since he was evaluated by Yuan Zhou as "except not delicious, everything else is pretty good" during the Sino-Japanese exchange, he has been trying his best to catch up.

Although he is chasing further and further away, Oishi Xiujie is no longer the same person he was three years ago!

"It's a fluke. It must be that Suchasang, Dupont-sang, and Kesang didn't show their true strength, so I was temporarily ranked first." Oishi Xiujie's words were not convincing at all.

They had reservations, but Oishi Xiujie also had reservations.

"We still have to prepare, so I'm going back to the house first." Ke Sen stood up to say goodbye and was the first to leave the hotel cafe.

When he returned to his room, Ke Sen sighed loudly and muttered to himself: "It's a cooking competition, it's like Infernal Affairs."

"But as long as you can win, it's definitely worth it." Ke Senke remembered what his father said, if he couldn't win first place, he would have to eat the iron pot.

In order to prevent your teeth from being broken by the iron pot, you must win the first place!

The three remaining people in the cafe were in a different scene.

Dupont said: "We are all involved in the alliance, friendship first, competition second, we must not hurt the harmony."

Sucha said: "That's right, we can't hurt our friendship."

Oishi Xiujie nodded in agreement, and the three of them chatted for a while.

"I suddenly had a new idea. I'm leaving first." Sucha said.

Then he said goodbye, Sucha also got up and left.

Sucha left with a sinister smile and muttered in his heart: "Who talks about friendship with you? In order to get the guidance of Chef Yuan, the relationship between father and son is useless."

"I will definitely be the first in the finals. Besides, I think Chef Yuan will choose a chef instructor who is as handsome as him. In terms of appearance, I have already won." Sucha said this and took a look from the inside pocket of his suit. He took out a small mirror and a small comb.

"Well, the chef must pay attention to appearance. Sure enough, he still has the same spirit." Sucha returned to his room very satisfied.

In the coffee shop, only Dupont and Hidetoshi Oishi were left at table 4.

"Mr. Dashi, I saw Sucha and Kesen chatting for a long time in the lobby yesterday. I suspect they have formed an alliance." Dupont said.

Oishi Xiujie waited for Dupont's next word.

"So I think we could form an alliance and share intelligence," Dupont suggested.

"Good idea." Oishi Xiujie asked: "What information does Dupont San have?"

"I heard at the front desk of the hotel yesterday that Sucha flew in some mangoes from Thailand." Dupont said softly.

Thai food likes to use fruits to enhance the flavor, such as pineapple, mango, coconut milk, papaya, lemon, etc.

"Mr. Oishi, do you have any information?" Dupont asked.

"I don't know if it counts as intelligence, but Ke Sang visited Chef Cheng before." Oishi Xiujie said.

"Chef Cheng, are you Chef Yuan's only disciple?" Dupont asked hurriedly.

"Yes." Dashi Xiujie nodded.

"Mr. Ke is so cunning. I have to go back to the house to think of a countermeasure." Dupont left in a hurry without having time to say goodbye.

Oishi Xiujie looked at Dupont's leaving figure, shook his head silently, took out a small notebook, turned to the fourth page, and said: "Chef Yuan said: For chefs, only cooking skills are what always need to be explored. - From "Chef Yuan talks with President Zhou Shijie at his solo exhibition"

"Dupont-Tésan has violated Chef Yuan's central idea. There are too many heresies and it is useless." Xiujie Oishi has been learning Chinese for the past two years, and he uses a set of idioms that are quite passable in Chinese.

After putting away his notebook, Oishi Xiujie took out his mobile phone and checked the time.

"It's almost time to run." Oishi Xiujie stood up and prepared to pay for his coffee, but was told that the other three people had not paid.

As agreed with AA, Oishi Xiujie paid four people in the end, but it didn't matter, as long as he could get the final victory, Oishi Xiujie didn't care.

"Sucha is so stinky and pretty. The low-key Chef Yuan's initial impression of her is definitely not good. After all, the biggest threat is Ke Sang."

Ke Sen is a big opponent, and Oishi Xiujie is still confident.

Oishi Xiujie runs every day for a very simple reason. Chef Yuan said in an interview with Chef Yuan: Keep running, firstly, to exercise physical fitness, and secondly, to exercise one's own persistence. Both of these are helpful for the career of cooking. .

The four people here are really infighting, it's a big show, but Yuan Zhou, the culprit who caused this, is actually very calm today.

The God of Cooking shop is also very peaceful.

There was a steady drizzle in the evening. Such light rain was rare in the middle of summer, so there were quite a few people on the street.

At this time, it was the end of dinner at Yuanzhou's shop, so it was rare that the door of the shop was free.

Wang Hong came at this time. As soon as he came, he walked directly to the door and looked around, and soon found the target person.

"Little Mao Ye, come here quickly." Wang Hong waved to Mao Ye and said.

"Mr. Wang." Mao Ye took a few steps forward and said.

"Don't be so polite, just call me Wang Hong." Wang Hong waved his hand casually, and then continued: "Looking at the rain today, it will definitely not stop for a while, so it won't be a tavern tonight, right? .”

"Yes, the boss said it will rain tonight." Mao Ye nodded affirmatively.

"Hey, I knew it, grilled chicken wings, grilled chicken wings, I love grilled chicken wings, and finally I can eat them tonight." Wang Hong happily sang a song that Mao Ye didn't understand.

Mao Ye looked at the excited Wang Hong and didn't know whether he should say the last sentence.

"Mr. Wang, there is something I don't know if it's appropriate to say it." Mao Ye asked hesitantly.

"To put it bluntly, I am a very easy-going person." Wang Hong said.

"We won't be opening the tavern today, but we won't be selling barbecue tonight." Mao Ye finally told Wang Hong this cruel reality.

"Don't sell barbecue?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Xiao Maoye, are you kidding me?!" Wang Hong asked three times in confusion.

"The boss said there will be some new street food tonight." Mao Ye answered honestly.

Wang Hong was still the same sunflower one second, and turned into an eggplant beaten by frost the next second.

"Heaven wants to kill me."

When he thought that the chicken wings near his mouth were about to fly away, Wang Hong squatted on the ground dejectedly.

"Well... there will be new dishes tonight." Mao Ye came for a short time and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only emphasize it again.

She emphasized this because the diners were always very interested in and looking forward to the new dishes during the few days she was here, so she said this.

"What's the use of new dishes, but there are no grilled chicken wings." Wang Hong muttered.

"You can eat something else." Mao Ye could only say. After all, she also saw that Wang Hong was obsessed with roasted chicken wings.

"Chicken wings came out at night, and the rest are just floating clouds, which can't arouse my appetite at all." Wang Hong said, and then turned to Mao Ye Amway: "Other street snacks are crooked, let me tell you that chicken wings are the best." It's delicious." Wang Hong said seriously and solemnly.

Mao Ye said: "There will be a chance next time."

"It's okay, it's okay. Go and do your work. Don't worry about me. I'm fine." Wang Hong saw Mao Ye's embarrassment and embarrassment and waved.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, I'll go and get busy first." Mao Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then said goodbye politely and left.

"Thank you for your hard work." After Wang Hong finished speaking, he continued to squat on the ground, lowering his head and muttering something.

Anyway, according to Mao Ye's ears, the content was still about grilled chicken wings.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the original barbecue time. By this time, a group of people were already lined up neatly under the row of rainproof awnings at the entrance of the store.

The people on the queuing committee are also carefully maintaining order, and of course the diners are also very cooperative.

At this time, Mao Ye walked out of the store and said to the diners: "Today we will launch a new product - street food, so today's barbecue time will be changed to street food time."

"Today's snacks are fried tenderloin and pancake fruit. Each person can only order one portion of each." Mao Ye continued.

As Mao Ye finished speaking, discussions immediately broke out in the crowd, of course, all about the new dishes.

"I'm so lucky. There are new dishes to eat. It's so unexpected."

"I hope I can have pancakes and fruit for breakfast tomorrow. If you eat this at night, you will get fat."

"The smart guy didn't eat dinner and came here to eat barbecue, so I'm not afraid."

"The most important thing is that I can order two more things, although I am more concerned about how much this one is."

"I don't like chopped green onions. I wonder if the pancakes can be made without adding chopped green onions."

Words like these were heard endlessly, and everyone would look into the shop from time to time, wanting to eat as soon as possible.

There was one person who stood out among them, and that was Wang Hong, who stood there without saying a word. The key to this person was that he stood at the front, second only to Wu Hai.

Mao Ye saw this at a glance, so he greeted with some curiosity: "Mr. Wang."

"Well, I must try this new dish, pancakes and fruit, fried tenderloin, etc. I was tired of eating them when I was a child. I want to use facts to prove that Boss Yuan gave up barbecue and grilled chicken wings for these two things. You are not doing your job properly!" Wang Hong spoke with an awe-inspiring tone.

"You have to finish the midnight snack," Mao Ye reminded innocently. After all, she thought she might not be able to finish it if she didn't like it.

Wu Hai, who was at the front, said silently: "As long as I'm here, there will be no leftovers. That's why I'm so confident."

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