Chapter 1037

"This is bad!" He suddenly turned into a bitter face, how could he continue to do this!

Yang Ming, who didn't know that he had become the culprit, was still making his own curry dishes leisurely.

The curry soup is ready and simmering over low heat. It is a soup base made of simmered beef bones, and then added the best combination of spices, green onions, ginger... which he carefully selected and constantly tested to create a special curry soup. end!

Moreover, in order to pursue the explosive flavor, Yang Ming also lightly applied a thin layer of oil on the surface of the soup. That layer of oil is like the five-finger mountain of Tathagata Buddha, sealing the restless Sun Wukong below. Those aromas that should have disappeared with the flow of air accumulated layer by layer, and when the seal was broken, a smell even more terrifying than ordinary cooking broke out!

So unlike the aroma of curry that lingers around others, Yang Ming's cooking is refreshing and tasteless at all.

"Next, it's time to make another thing..." Yang Ming's eyes moved to the fat and thin pork on the chopping board. It was Saitama Prefecture's black pork specially ordered from the Mito Group. It was tender and fragrant, and used It’s perfect for cooking the next meal.

"Let's finish it in one go!" Yang Ming thought, not because of time or other reasons, but because the aroma of curry permeating the entire venue was too strong, which made him, who always prefers fresh scents, feel a little uncomfortable. .

And the longer you stay in this smell, the sensitivity to the smell will gradually be lost, so you must seize the time.

When making curry soup, if the temperature is too high and the soup is boiled, the soup will become turbid and milky white; while if the temperature is too low, it will be difficult for the substances inside to dissolve and the soup will have a weak taste.

The curry soup base in front of Yang Ming was very perfect, amber-like light yellow, pure and even, with no floating residue or oil, which made people marvel.

Yang Ming glanced at the minced meat next to him. Well, everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared. In this case, after the curry soup is completed, let’s start the next step of this cooking!

Concentration...endless concentration...brings out the most essential deliciousness of this curry soup!

This is the only thing he has to do now.

"I just don't know if I can make it in time..." He was slightly worried about this problem.

While Yang Ming was carrying out the final finishing procedures, the game time was coming to an end.

Even though the spices for curry take a long time to prepare, after more than two hours, most people's dishes were ready. So after the judges deliberated, they made this decision.

"Now that many contestants' dishes have been prepared, in order to prevent the cooling of the dishes from affecting the taste of the dishes, the judges decided after discussion that from now on, the contestants can present their dishes and start scoring!" After receiving the news, the host took The microphone said.

Many people are starting to get ready to make a move. You must know that no matter what kind of competition it is, the order is a very important issue. At the beginning of the review, since the judges have no scoring standards, they are likely to give your dish a very unreasonable score based on personal preferences and other factors. Of course, this unreasonable score may be very high, or it may Very low.

Only after the judges have tasted several dishes and started to have reference points, due to various considerations, will the scores of the people behind stabilize and fluctuate within a range.

Naoki Ito next to Yang Ming thought so. Anyway, he knew that according to his own level, it would be difficult to get into the top four. It would be better to die early and be reborn early. Maybe he would be lucky enough to get a high score.

So he walked up as the first player in Division B to present his products.

There are five reviewers in total, and each one has a maximum score of twenty points, which means that the total score of the dish's score is one hundred points. The top four scorers will advance to the official competition.

"Hmm... spicy and sour chicken curry..." The fat middle-aged judge on the stage tasted and nodded, "Well, that's what Indian food tastes like! The sourness and spiciness that tempts diners, plus it tastes like it has no bones. The soft chicken is a very complete curry dish.”

"As expected of a student of Totsuki! With only a high school level, he can already work as a chef in a Thai restaurant!"

Contrary to Ito Naoki's expectation, his dishes... seemed to be well received? Overjoyed, he quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for the compliment!"

Hahaha... Sure enough, choosing to play first was the right choice. Ito Naoki was overjoyed and thought, how many points can he score? There is no hope of reaching 90%, there is always 70% or 80%, right?

"Then... let the judges give their scores!" the host said after seeing the judges finish tasting.

On each judge's desk, there is an LCD touch screen embedded in the table, on which the judges can easily select the score they want to give. This score will appear on the display board under their respective tables, and the total score obtained by adding the scores of the five judges will be displayed on a large screen that all viewers can see.

There is no private scoring, and there is no question of modifying scores. Every step is under the watchful eyes of everyone, fair and aboveboard.

Just like that... Naoki Ito raised his head and saw his score with expectation...

"Twenty-three points!"

"How... how is it possible!" How could his curry only get such a low score!

The audience in the audience was also in a panic. According to what the judges just said, the audience thought this person could get a very high score.

The result... didn't even reach thirty points!

"Well..." The host obviously did not expect this scene. He walked up with an awkward smile, "Judges, the score in each hand is not ten points, but twenty points..."

"Of course we understand this." The judge interrupted displeasedly.

"Judge...Judge, can you explain it?" Ito Naoki's clothes were completely wet with sweat on his back. He asked the uncle judge who had just praised him.

It was this kind-hearted man who scored the lowest score of the game - a three-pointer.

"Um...do you need to explain this?" The fat uncle looked confused, "Who do you think we are?"

"The dishes we tasted before were made by experienced experts. Depending on your level, they are pretty good among students, but outside, they are just ordinary. You can only eat at a restaurant like this. I'm just a little chef in an ordinary second-rate Thai restaurant, how high do you want us to rate you?"