Chapter 441

Duan Hong shook his head and continued to look.

The competition is based on the principle of fairness and justice. Haizhong notary office is responsible for the fair competition. The competition time is limited to half an hour. I hope all competitors can make preparations in advance.

"It's just a general rule." Duan Hong sighed, put it aside and opened the list of invited and specially invited entries.

It's a form and a personal photo. The invited contestants are all chefs of five-star or special hotels in China.

Seeing this, Duan Hong felt a little better.

"It's far fetched for these famous chefs to participate in the competition. They are very famous. If they don't have a good place in the competition or lose miserably, won't they smash their own signboard? And those novices don't say how strong they are, at least they are not as famous as these people. If they want these famous chefs to participate in the elimination competition, I'm afraid they don't have enough time or energy. "

Looking for it again, I found that the chefs above are basically middle-aged people, and none of them are young people. It seems that chefs can only feel it at a certain age.

Turning this over, Duan Hong was surprised to find that the first name was his own.

He thought he was wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. It was really himself, and there was a big picture of himself.

"This - when was this taken? I don't know In the picture, Hong's mouth is crooked and his eyes are crooked, and he laughs.

"I'll go. It's a silly picture." Duan Hongtong looked in the rear mirror at his handsome face and sighed.

Duan Hong, the chief chef of Manchu and Han, is proficient in all kinds of cuisines. What he is good at most is street kebab. He cooks the highest level of cuisine in the simplest way.

"Kebabs? Lao Tzu is good at Manchu and Han banquet, 108 dishes, which is not better than kebab? This must be what the old fox Yan said. The old fox only once ate Laozi's barbecue and then clamored to be the first in the world. If he really ate the whole banquet of Manchu and Han, wouldn't he go to heaven? "

Duan Hong scolded Yan Xiaowen and continued to look down.

The second is a chef from Yangzhou named Wang Zengqing. The qualification of one of the four major cuisines, Yangzhou cuisine, is also Huaiyang cuisine. Huaiyang cuisine is the first banquet of the founding of the nation. Chef Wang Zengqing is from master Liao Guangming, who was the chief master of three state banquets. The true story of chef Wang Zengqing's teacher is that he made Huaiyang cuisine to the extreme.

"State banquet master? Oh, it's a bit difficult. " Duan Hong feels as if he is excited. He is most afraid of having no opponent. Only the right opponent has the chance to continue to improve.

The third is a chef from Inner Mongolia, Aixinjueluo sude.

"Why? Is it a Baylor Duan Hong feels funny. At this time, there is Aixinjueluo, who is still the name of the country. If it was put in the '60s, he would have gone to the countryside to live in a cowshed.

It says: Su De, from the vast Inner Mongolia grassland, is a Manchu people in white banner, who got the true story of the imperial banquet of the former Qing Dynasty. In addition, Inner Mongolia's bold and unconstrained personality is unique in barbecue.

The fourth is Henry from France, who is the third best cook in France and good at French cuisine.

The fifth is Yamamoto from Japan, who is proficient in Japanese cuisine.

"It's not easy." Duan Hong closed the information and said, "I didn't expect that there were two foreigners. It seems that this competition was really watched. If the third master knew that I was participating in the competition, would he blame me? He once told me that he taught me how to cook as little as possible. Why

Duan Hongyi was a little tangled for a while.

At the gate of Nancheng District, there is a noodle shop.

Duan Datong, a fat man, sat on his seat, next to which were several empty bowls, a few dishes, a portion of sheep's tendon and a portion of fried tofu.

He went out to look for Duan Hong that day, but he didn't find him for a long time. He thought that he might be able to see him in Nancheng community. Unfortunately, he didn't see anyone, and his mobile phone ran out of power. He ordered several bowls of noodles in this Ramen restaurant, ate them, and recharged his mobile phone.

There are not many people in the small Ramen restaurant. Two of the three or four clean tables are still empty.

Fat man thought, after eating noodles to Duan Hong called, if nothing, back to training camp, at this time——

"Amitabha, benefactor, I see that your face is red, your seal hall is shining, your lips are red and your teeth are white, and you look very rich, but your eyebrows are murderous. Are you confused?"

Listening to the sound like a bell, the fat man's face was full of stuffing. He looked up and saw that he was a big monk. The monk stood at the door like a black cloud, covering up the door. He was carrying a few strings of Buddhist beads, leaning across the Yellow monk's cloth pocket, showing kindness in his two triangular eyes.

The fat man's heart thumped, and his chopsticks fell to the ground unconsciously: "it's him! I didn't expect that for so many years, the old bald donkey hasn't died, and he wants to cheat fat master? "

The fat man saw that he was still looking at himself, but with a strange look in his eyes, he didn't seem to recognize himself. He quickly swallowed his face, picked up his chopsticks, pointed to himself and said, "master, are you talking to me?"

The monk nodded with a smile, went straight to him and sat down. He said, "fat benefactor, your body is so rich. You'd better eat less meat, or you'll get diabetes or fatty liver." The fat man was itching with hatred. Seeing that he didn't recognize himself, he said, "master, have you eaten yet? How about eating together? " The monk nodded, rubbed his big stomach and said, "good is good, but the five poor monks are empty and have no money on them."“ It doesn't matter. I'll take it. " The fat man asked his boss to give him a bowl of noodles. The monk picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. The fat man asked, "master, what did you say just now? I look like a rich man? Hehe, you're right. I'm really rich. " He added: "when I was a child." The monk looked up at the fat man carefully, saw that he was simple and honest, or a little silly, and saw that he invited himself to eat noodles. He knew that he had met the "fat sheep", and then said: "yes, it's just that the donor's face is murderous. Why? Did something happen at home? Or do you have conflicts with people? " The fat man pretended to be surprised and said, "the master is really a God and man. You can see that. Master, I'm dissatisfied with your saying that I have money. Eight million is a drop in the bucket for me, but my father won't give it to me. " As soon as the monk understood, he was fighting for wealth again. He had met this kind of person. The fat man said, "master, do you have any way to let my Lao Tzu give me the money instead of his little wife and the bastard?" The monk laughed and said, "almsgiver, money is something out of your body. If you have it, it's better. If you don't have it, it's always yours. If you don't have it, it can't reach you. I advise you to put it down! Put it down to get it“ What the master said is reasonable, but I can't let it go. I'm not reconciled. Can you give me a move? " Said the fat man. The monk was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this man would go on the way and said: "if the monk doesn't take part in other people's family affairs, if the benefactor is sincere enough to move my Buddha, what about going to hell for the benefactor?" The fat man's eyes flashed a trace of murderous spirit and said: "master, I haven't seen you for a long time."