Because yehiro's food is so popular that most judges forget to leave space in their stomachs for other dishes.
So when they stagger to the noodles with big bellies, they still belch.
Although other contestants' works also look very good, they are not in the mood to taste them carefully.
A little bit to deal with two, and then go down the table.
Because they didn't taste it carefully, the scores given to the contestants were not high.
On the contrary, it is Zhang Yuchen's home-made soup noodles, because the taste is light and comfortable, so these people who have just enjoyed it urgently need to drink two mouthfuls to relieve their greasiness.
In this kind of blessing, Zhang Yuchen's score went straight up, surpassing several competitors.
When the end of the tasting, the statistical results come out, suddenly let people surprise.
"I'm fourth..."
Zhang Yuchen kept rubbing his ears in disbelief, thinking that he had heard something wrong.
After repeatedly confirming that there was no mistake in the result, Zhang Yuchen immediately jumped to more than three feet high.
"Ha ha ha, I'm promoted!"
The four eliminated players immediately looked at him with envious eyes.
Shao Gang, the representative of TengXiang District, was unexpectedly stopped in this round and only won the fifth place.
That is to say, after successive elimination of Ji San, Liu Yijin and Shaogang, only Ye Hong and Zhang Yuchen can really compete for the position of president of the Food Association.
In addition to Zhang Yuchen, the top four were Qi Qi Qi Qi (third place), Wu Qinglan (second place), and Ye Hong (the undisputed number one).
When the place comes out, the eliminated contestants leave in succession.
Only the masked man, Dongfang Luoyong, stands aside with great interest.
"Mr. Mo, I admire the cooking skills of these people. Would you like to stay and see the final result?"
This is the first time night Hong heard the voice of Oriental record Yong, not from a frown.
The voice was dull and hoarse, like sand in his mouth, which could be said to be the worst voice Yehong had ever heard.
Mo Tianlin nodded: "this is your freedom and right."
Before long, Mo Tianlin personally came to power to announce the rules of the third round.
In this final round, the title of Kitchen God and the family of the president of the Food Association will be revealed one by one.
But just before Mo Tianlin opened his mouth, Zhang Yuchen took the lead in raising his hand and saying, "I'm sorry, I have something to say..."
Mo Tianlin looks at him suspiciously and signals him to continue.
"I know how much I can get into the third round. It's a big dog's luck to get into the third round.
I think master Yehong is more competent than I am for the position of president of the Food Association, so I will not add confusion to you.
So I will withdraw from the third round. "
After that, he bowed deeply to Yehong: "only when you see Master's works today can you know the true state of cooking.
After I go back, I will use today's experience to improve my own dishes. At that time, you are welcome to give me some advice. "
Night Hong smiles and nods.
He has a good opinion of Zhang Yuchen, a down-to-earth, young fast-food store manager who is not arrogant and disheartened.
It is no wonder that such a simple and unadorned mind can capture the stomach of a large number of wage earners.
It seems that I really need to visit Zhang Yuchen's shop when I have time.
Mo Tianlin naturally has no reason to oppose Zhang Yuchen's idea and agrees to withdraw from the competition.
That is to say, no matter what the third round result is, Yehong's position as president of the Catering Association is already firmly established and has not run away.