"Don't argue, can you let me taste some of the chicken blood soup you made?"

The chef suddenly stood up from the chair, walked to Gu Zheng's side, and asked in a low voice, he didn't taste Gu Zheng's omelette before, he knew that he lost, but he was not convinced, and now he saw Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup, coupled with the high praise of the judges, even he didn't know why he came over and made this request. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Good!"

Gu Zheng agreed without hesitation, there is still a small pot in the chicken blood soup pot, and there is still a small half pot left, which is reserved for himself and Du Yang, just now he said that he would invite companions today, since he said it, he can't forget them, and besides, they have been helping themselves for the past two days, especially Du Yang, but he asked for leave to accompany him to be a fan, and it is completely appropriate to invite them to drink a bowl of chicken blood soup.

The chef took a small bowl by himself, Gu Zheng poured out a chicken blood soup with a similar amount as the judges, and the chef didn't speak, he left by himself with the bowl, and he didn't use a spoon, he directly drank a sip of clear soup with the bowl.

The warm and warm clear soup, with a stream of sweetness, slid from the tip of the tongue to the throat, and the entire throat cavity was instantly filled with this fragrance, and the chef who wanted to stop tasting it unnaturally took another sip, and this time he also bit a piece of chicken blood.

The chicken blood did not melt immediately in the mouth, but accompanied by the gentle downward pressure of the mouth, and the juice seemed to be pressed out of the chicken blood, and the delicious food was quickly delivered to the whole body.

Fresh, fragrant, beautiful, the fishy smell in the chicken blood is indeed completely removed, this is not suppression, it is the real removal, the umami of the chicken blood is also perfectly preserved, there is no fishy smell of chicken blood, the umami exuded is incomparable.

Just a mouthful of soup, a mouthful of chicken blood, the chef understands that he has lost, he really lost, he is not wronged at all, he is convinced to lose, this kind of soup is not to mention now, even in the future, he will not be able to make it, this is not a little gap, this is a gap between heaven and earth.

It's ridiculous that he still had the certainty of victory at the beginning, he talked a lot, and he criticized Gu Zheng on the Internet many times, and now he blushes when he thinks about it.

"Don't fight, you won, I apologize for my previous words!"

The head chef finished drinking the soup in the bowl, bent deeply at Gu Zheng, and then left, he did not return to his seat, but left the hall directly to the back, and did not know where he went.

"I don't know how to describe this chicken blood soup, no words can express my feelings, let's let Mr. Hua say it!"

One of the judges also slowly drank the soup in the bowl, and said with emotion, Mr. Wu and Mr. Hua were also drinking the chicken blood soup made by Gu Zheng, and there was only a little left in the bowl, and most of the judges were the same.

The judge's words also focused everyone's attention on Mr. Hua's body, and a few judges quickly drank the soup in the bowl, and even added the bottom of the bowl, and then looked at Mr. Hua.

The third game is not an extra match, as long as Mr. Hua can say that the food made by this ancient dispute is not good, and there is the approval of the three judges, then even if the ancient competition loses, other people's evaluations are useless, everything depends on Mr. Hua.

Mr. Hua's soup was also drunk, there was not a drop left, he didn't want to do this, but the taste of this soup really made him unbearable, and he could also drink it if he gave him another bowl, no, he could drink ten bowls.

Putting down the bowl and hesitating for a while, Mr. Hua stretched out his thumb and said loudly: "Indisputable cooking, I took it!"

Mr. Hua is not stupid, stupid people can't do such a career, he just has a good face and great ambitions, when this bowl of soup is actually not ready, he has a premonition that he is going to lose this time, he doesn't know what is going on with the extreme fragrance transformation, but some judges know and say it.

A thing that exists in a legend, a thing that can only happen when his cooking skills reach the extreme, how can he find faults, he can make up faults if there is no fault, but it is impossible for the judges to recognize the faults made up, and without the approval of the three judges, he will only lose more face.

After drinking the soup, he understood that this time he had lost again, and Gu Zheng's cooking skills were completely beyond his expectations.

At the same time, he also has some regrets in his heart, Gu Zheng made chicken blood soup this time, chicken blood soup and their duck blood vermicelli soup itself have a lot in common, if he knew that Gu Zheng had such cooking skills, how could he let the head chef challenge, just dig people up directly, if you can dig Gu Zheng, let him be the head chef.

With the cooking skills of Guzheng chicken blood soup, it is very easy to improve the duck blood vermicelli soup, and the business of the store can be further improved.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, the challenge is not only they took the initiative to put forward, he also deliberately suppressed the indisputable at the game site, and he knows the background of the ancient dispute, the relationship between the two may be difficult to ease.

Regret is regret, but Mr. Hua did not give up, what should be fought for is still to fight, seeing the surprised eyes of some people around him, he smiled slightly, stood up, and clapped his palms.

"Indisputable, you are worthy of being the son of Master Gu Ming, the blue is better than the blue, losing under the cooking skills of the three-star Michelin chef, we are convinced and convinced!"

Gu Ming is Gu Zheng's father's name, and before Mr. Hua finished speaking, Gu Zheng's face changed.

"What, it turned out to be Gu Ming's son?"

"No wonder, no wonder there is such a good cooking!"

"It turns out that he is the son of Gu Ming!"

Some of the judges showed a shocked look, Gu Ming himself became famous in Shencheng, these judges are all people in the food industry, there are not many people who know Gu Ming's identity, and Gu Ming is also a pride in the food industry in Shencheng.

There are more than 2,000 Michelin-starred restaurants around the world, but only a little over 100 have reached the three-star standard, and only these more than 100 restaurant chefs are the real three-star Michelin chefs.

In other words, there are more than 100 three-star chefs in the world.

This statement is not rigorous, some celebrity chefs are not inferior to these three-star chefs, and there are also some three-star chefs who have left, and they also have the strength of three-star chefs, and the number of such chefs in the world is much higher than this number, maybe hundreds.

But even so, it is a very remarkable existence, and Gu Ming is now an authentic three-star chef, and he has won many awards in France, and it is his son who is indisputable, no wonder there is such a cooking skill, Mr. Hua They are indeed unjust.

There was a lot of discussion at the scene, most of the people who came here today were people from the food industry, even if they weren't, they would ask like the people around them, and soon everyone understood what was going on, and even Mu Mu knew that Gu Zheng's father was not an ordinary chef, but a three-star chef, a world famous chef who came out of Shencheng.

Mu Mu's little hands were clasped together again, damn it, he said before that his father was an ordinary cook, and he deceived her again, and he must look good when this competition is over.