Back to Eighty Zero: The Magical Chef

Time passed, and it was the day of the semi-finals. Thirty contestants were divided into three groups and completed the competition within one day. Chen Xiangqin was assigned to the third group this time, while Yuan Qiaoyun was in the second group.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Folk Cooking Competition has entered the semi-finals. The theme of this round of competition is—seasonal season. Next, we will invite the first group of contestants to enter!!"

The ten contestants entered the arena boldly and vigorously. After everyone stood in their respective positions, the host announced the official start of the competition.

Chen Xiangqin and Yuan Qiaoyun gathered in front of the audience to watch the competition of the first group of contestants. Just as the two of them were discussing enthusiastically, a strong white light flashed.

"Crack!"

I saw a young man holding a camera, smiling politely at them: "Hello, comrades, I am a reporter from Beijing Daily, can I interview you?"

As soon as Yuan Qiaoyun heard the intention of the other party's visit, she immediately nodded and was very excited: "Comrade, did I comb my hair just now? Will it be a mess? Will our interview be published in the newspaper?"

The reporter comrade was quite patient. After answering her various questions one by one, he began to ask: "Are you all from other provinces? Why did you want to learn cooking?"

Yuan Qiaoyun was a chatterbox, and told the other party all about her experience, while Chen Xiangqin just introduced herself politely.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the other party heard her name, they immediately became interested: "You are Chen Xiangqin! I also came during the preliminary round. You looked so handsome with the pot in both hands that day! May I ask what new moves you will have today?"

Chen Xiangqin smiled: "Secret it, you will know when I play in a while!"

The male reporter picked up the camera and took another quick shot of the two of them. He was looking forward to the next game.

Soon the first group of contestants left, and the second group of contestants prepared. Yuan Qiaoyun left first, leaving only Chen Xiangqin and the male reporter in the auditorium.

"Comrade Xiao Chen, I heard that you and the judge of the competition, Jiang Guangming, are brothers and sisters of the same school, right?"

Sure enough, the reporters couldn't help their curiosity and wanted to inquire about gossip news.

Chen Xiangqin thought for a while: "You have to ask my master this question. If the old man says yes, then I will admit it. Comrade, you have worked hard. I will go to the backstage to make preparations. It will be my turn to play in a while."

She returned a polite and polite smile, then turned and went backstage.

At the competition scene, Yuan Qiaoyun performed her best and brought her skills to the extreme, thinking that no matter what the result was this time, at least she had a clear conscience.

Soon the competition of the second group of players was over, and as the third group of players, Chen Xiangqin had lined up with other players and was ready to play.

"Next, we will invite our last group of contestants to compete."

As the host's voice fell, a group of ten people appeared on the stage. They all found their positions and stood still, waiting for the start of the game.

"The third group of matches is now officially started."

As soon as the words came out, everyone got busy immediately. Chen Xiangqin poured the broth into two soup pots, put the dried scallops soaked in advance and heated them together. On the other side, he quickly used a knife to peel and remove the seeds of the wax gourd, and cut them into thin slices. Translucent flakes like cicada wings.

After the soup in the soup pot is boiled, put the wax gourd slices into the pot, and quickly wave the two soup pots.

The audience in the audience was in an uproar.

"Is this cooking? I look like I'm playing with a meteor hammer, right?"

"It didn't spill a single drop! It's amazing!"

"Don't be a showman at that time, what's the use of putting on such a good-looking posture, you still pay attention to the taste when cooking!"

Some people in the audience applauded, some people sang badly, but all eyes were on Chen Xiangqin, and everyone was particularly interested in the dish she made.

And the male reporter in the auditorium just now was pointing the camera at the girl who was waving the soup pot on the stage, taking and recording one after another of explosive and shocking photos.

He took out the small notebook in his pocket and wrote a title on it, "Rising star in the culinary world——Chen Xiangqin"

After some dazzling and exaggerated operations, she placed the two soup pots on the stove steadily, and gently lifted the lids. The aroma immediately overflowed, and a wonderful fresh fragrance wafted throughout the competition scene.

It is obviously a strong and heavy smell, but it is refreshing, and the two scents are so perfect and harmonious, as if they should be like this.

"It smells so good! How can it be so fragrant!"

"My mouth is drooling like crazy! What is it that smells so good?"

"It seems to have floated out of that little girl's pot!"

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Chen Xiangqin's two soup pots. She took out a spoon, put the soup in the pot into three small porcelain bowls, and handed them to the staff.

Soon three bowls of steaming soup were placed in front of the three judges. The soup, which was originally milky white, became clear and bright after adding winter melon. In this hot summer climate, it makes people appetite open.

Mr. Zhao closed his eyes and sniffed deeply, his expression fascinated, and then opened his eyes, he was quite satisfied with the seemingly ordinary bowl of winter melon soup in front of him. After taking a sip, he continued to praise: "Not bad! Not bad! With winter melon in season, refreshing and sweet, it perfectly combines the flavors of the two, not bad! Really good!"

Jiang Guangming knew that this soup must be extraordinary, but he just didn't want to admit it. He deliberately put on a look of disgust, and lightly touched his lips: "It's okay, that's it, there is nothing special about it."

When this person was talking, Xu Yida, who was next to him, had already finished the soup in the bowl in one gulp. He rolled his eyes at the small soup bowl in front of Jiang Guangming, and snatched it cheekily: "You don't drink it anyway, don't drink it. What a waste, this soup tastes so good! I can't get enough of a bowl!"

"You! You!" Jiang Guangming was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, and pointed at him: "You can't be more gentle! Is there anyone like you as a judge!"

Xu Yida ignored him, and continued to drink soup: "You talk about yours, I drink mine, what's bothering you? Besides, what does this have to do with being polite, you boy, don't come here."

After he finished speaking, he took a special look at Chen Xiangqin, and winked at her familiarly, as if this series of actions were all intentional to anger Jiang Guangming.

With the end of the third group of competitions, the rematch of the folk cooking competition officially came to an end, and the beautiful hostess slowly came to the stage: "Every audience and guests, the rematch of this competition has officially ended. It will be announced tomorrow, and the competition items for the final will also be announced tomorrow."