The strongest God of Cookery system

"Chen Shaozhe, it's your turn."

For a while, Chen Shaozhe heard a fat middle-aged man in a suit saying to himself with a sneer.A trace of helplessness gradually emerged in Chen Shaozhe's heart.

Yes, I am still Chen Shaozhe, but no one will call me Master Chen in the future.

On the blue star, the culinary skills are supreme.The entire Blue Star advocates gourmet culture. Huaxia, which has a tradition of gourmet culture for thousands of years, has established a chef hierarchy as early as the Ming Dynasty.Bronze, silver, gold...

The way of cooking is respected by the world.As long as you pass the bronze chef assessment, you will be widely respected by the society, and everyone will respectfully address you, Master!

Looking at the clean and bright stove, Chen Shaozhe felt overwhelmed.If the bronze chef Dabi didn't suddenly lose his sense of taste, he could become a bronze chef, one step closer to his dream and grandpa's wish.

At this moment, an uncomfortable sneer came from his ear.

"Master, what's the matter? It's all about today, and you still think of yourself as the young and promising chef before?"

Chen Shaozhe looked in the direction of the sneer, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, wearing a chef's uniform.Looking at this person, Chen Shaozhe only had endless regrets in his heart.

The man who mocked him was none other than his only apprentice.Before the Bronze Chef Competition, he was young and promising, and many people were vying to be his apprentice.But he went blind and chose such a villain as his apprentice.

"Wu Qing!" Chen Shaozhe stared at his apprentice, his heart hurt like a knife.

"Oh, my beloved master. After the two of us compete in this competition, you should get out, right?" Wu Qing raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a look of deep disdain in her eyes, and then continued: "Also, in the future If you let me hear it, you still call me by my name instead of honoring me as Master Wu. I will smash your slut!"

Chen Shaozhe stared at Wu Qing fiercely, and clenched his hands tightly.

Seeing Chen Shaozhe like this, Wu Qing raised the corners of his mouth even more: "Hehe, don't you agree? It's useless to refuse, who made you lose your sense of taste in the Bronze Chef Competition?"

"Why should I, a person in my 30s, ask you to be my master? Why? This is the opportunity God gave me!" Wu Qing said coldly.

Chen Shaozhe's expression calmed down completely, and there was no trace of fluctuation in his eyes, but unexpectedly ignored Wu Qing, and walked straight to the stove.

The waiters and chefs watching were whispering because of Chen Shaozhe's move.This game is no ordinary game.This game decided whether Chen Shaozhe and Wu Qing would stay or stay in Shengyuan Hotel.After the bronze competition, Wu Qing made things difficult for Chen Shaozhe everywhere, and this time he finally used the excuse of the competition to drive Chen Shaozhe away.

Everyone looked at the figure of Chen Shaozhe walking up to the stove, and gradually felt sympathy in their hearts.In fact, they still like Chen Shaozhe more in their hearts. Wu Qing broke his promise, and now he wants to drive away Master, which makes many people cast aside.

The slightly fat middle-aged man in a suit is the owner of Shengyuan Restaurant, Boss Li.Seeing Chen Shaozhe walking towards the stove firmly, a sneer suddenly appeared on his mouth.In fact, logically speaking, Chen Shaozhe has worked here for several years, and his work attitude is serious and responsible. Even if his sense of taste fails, it is not impossible for him to take in Chen Shaozhe.

However, if you want to blame it, you can blame Chen Shaozhe for being too high-spirited and dissatisfied with Wu Qing's cynicism, which is why today's competition to decide who gets out has evolved.Boss Li has absolutely no objection to this game.After all, the thighs of the bronze chef are thick, so what is it if Chen Shaozhe loses his sense of taste?
So Boss Li also sneered and watched Chen Shaozhe go up. The result of this match was already doomed. Chen Shaozhe lost his sense of taste and would definitely lose.

Boss Li was sneering, Wu Qing was also sneering, and the onlookers were pitying his own mantis.

Chen Shaozhe lowered his gaze slowly, and then slowly held the kitchen knife half inserted into the chopping board.

"rise!"

With his right hand, Chen Shaozhe lifted the kitchen knife directly, and put the pomfret on the chopping board with his left hand, the blade pointed at the pomfret shining with light.