Chef system

Seeing this ordinary bowl of fried rice with eggs, the host was stunned for a long time, and finally said, "I never thought that contestant Yang Chen would cook such a delicious dish."

"Oh, close to the people!" Shu Qiming sneered and said, "Isn't it just rubbish?"

The staff put the fried rice with eggs in small bowls in front of the judges one by one.Zhan Feng lowered his head and smelled the aroma of fried rice with eggs. It was unremarkable, without any characteristics, and even had a strong smell, full of spices.

The only thing that looks a little better is that the egg flower and rice grains of the egg fried rice are evenly mixed.

He was not in a hurry to try, but looked up at Yang Chen, and asked quietly: "Yang Chen, why did you think of making a bowl of fried rice with eggs?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly, and said, "Because I think this bowl of egg fried rice is enough to defeat Shu Qimin's roast pork."

……

Madness!

Impossible!
Hearing Yang Chen's words, absurd thoughts rose in everyone's hearts.

Was Yang Chen stimulated by Shu Qiming's roast pork?How could you say such inappropriate words?One is the well-received roast pork, and the other is the mediocre egg fried rice.

Who is better and who is worse?

As long as you are not a fool, you will not think that Yang Chen's fried rice with eggs is better than roast pork.

"Very good, very good!" Suppressing his anger, Zhan Wang picked up a spoon and put a mouthful of egg fried rice into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I want to see how delicious your egg fried rice is?"

"Is it the same taste? It's not delicious at all!"

Zhan Wangfeng said with a sneer, and took another mouthful.

"What ghost egg fried rice, even one who can't cook is better than yours."

While eating, Zhan Wangfeng said unceremoniously and contemptuously, "It's just like my mother's cooking. It's so unpalatable. Who would eat this kind of fried rice with ghost eggs!"

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Ok?
clang!
The spoon hit the plate, making a crisp sound.Looking at the empty dinner plate, Wang Zhanfeng was stunned, "Why is it gone?"

"Exhibitor, what's wrong with you?" Chen Luohai, who was sitting next to him, was stunned and couldn't help but say.

"What's wrong?" Zhan Wangfeng asked, he touched his cheek, it turned out to be wet.

He looked forward to crying in front of so many people, not counting the number of viewers sitting in front of the TV all over the country.

"how is this possible?"

When Wang Zhanfeng came back to his senses, his old face suddenly turned red.He is over 50 years old, and he cried on such an important occasion, which made him put his old face in the future.

"Exhibitor, how is my egg fried rice?" Yang Chen suddenly reminded.

"Yes, egg fried rice, egg fried rice!"

It was only then that Wang Wang came back to his senses, looked at the empty dinner plate, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, inexplicably, he remembered the egg fried rice his mother made for him when he was a child.

"It's been so many years, and I still remember it."

Wang Wangfeng smiled wryly, looked up at Yang Chen, with an extremely solemn expression, "Yang Chen, your egg fried rice is exactly the same as what my mother made for me when I was a child."

A smile appeared on Yang Chen's face, "Thank you Zhan Badge for your compliment."

"Isn't it the same as what my mother did, is it necessary to make such an exaggeration?"

Chen Luohai curled his lips in disdain, and took a sip.After a while, his expression froze suddenly, as if he had thought of something, after a moment of stunned, he suddenly covered his face and sobbed.

"mom……"

All the audience were stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.It was okay for Wang Wangfeng to behave like this before, but now even Chen Luohai has become like this after tasting Yang Chen's fried rice with eggs.

"Could there be some kind of ecstasy drug in Yang Chen's egg fried rice?" This thought came to the minds of all the audience.

People who don't know the inside story look confused, but those who know something about the secret food have extremely heavy expressions.

Especially Shu Qiming, seeing the performance of Zhan Wangfeng and Chen Luohai, his face turned blue with anger, "How is it possible? This must be a coincidence. How could Yang Chen make such a powerful secret delicacy."

On the contrary, the corner of Xue Hua's mouth curled into a smile, and he looked at Yang Chen with great interest, "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, and you have another opponent worth trying."

Jiang Chengren looked at the performance of Wang Zhanfeng and the two, and there was a hint of hope on his dejected face.Carefully took a bite of the egg fried rice made by Yang Chen.

The taste is ordinary, no different from the egg fried rice I usually make.

"But why is there such a strange feeling?"

Jiang Chengren was stunned, and couldn't stop taking another sip.It seemed that one of the softest strings in his heart had been plucked, and the memory that had been buried in the deepest part of his heart was suddenly evoked.

It's his mother.

"It's been so many years, why did you suddenly remember?"

Jiang Chengren was puzzled, and took another bite of fried rice with eggs.

Suddenly, the time when his mother made egg fried rice for him when he was a child appeared in his mind.At that time, country H had just been established, and my mother, as a member of the cooperative, would secretly bring back an egg for him to cook fried rice with.

The taste of egg fried rice at that time is still unforgettable to him.

"what happened?"

Jiang Chengren felt his cheeks were a little cold, and wiped them with his hands, leaving crystal drops of water.

I don't know how long it took, but the excited mood of all the judges finally calmed down. They looked at Yang Chen with disbelief in their eyes.

"Yang Chen, I didn't expect you to be able to make this level of secret food at such a young age." Wang Zhanfeng sighed, "Compared to you, I really feel that I am already old."

"Old man, I haven't cried for many years, but I was made to cry by your bowl of fried rice with eggs, what a shame!" Chen Luohai sighed with a wry smile.

Jiang Chengren's face was filled with joy. Ever since he tasted Yang Chen's fried rice with eggs, he was obviously in a much better mood. He joked, "Yang Chen, since you know how to make this kind of fried rice with eggs, why didn't you let me try it before?"

Yang Chen smiled, and said: "Occasionally, this kind of egg fried rice is okay, but if you try too much, you will feel tired, don't you think so?"

"Indeed!" Zhan Wangfeng said with a smile, "This kind of egg fried rice, if I try it once this year, it's enough for me to think about it for a long time."

"It's just fried rice with eggs. Is it necessary to make it so mysterious?"

The audience below looked at the words of the chief judges and couldn't help whispering, with obvious doubts in their eyes.

An ordinary egg fried rice was blown to the sky by these judges.

The host noticed the change in the atmosphere in the venue, hurriedly walked to Yang Chen, and asked: "Mr. Yang Chen, what is the secret of your egg fried rice, which can make so many respected food critics admire. Together with me Inside, almost all the audience are very confused, can you give us an answer?"

Yang Chen smiled, and said in a soft voice: "Now you won't believe me when I tell you, if you want to find out what mysteries are in my egg fried rice, why don't you just try it?"

The host was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Yang, do you mean to make fried rice with eggs for all the audience present?"

Yang Chen shook his head, and said: "There are so many people in the arena, I can't even finish it tomorrow. Let's just do this, the audience will send fifty representatives to let them taste my fried rice with eggs."

"Mr. Yang, your method is good."

The host nodded and said, "But before I give it to the audience, can I have a taste of your egg fried rice?"

Yang Chen knew that the host was worried that the egg fried rice he made would not taste good, so he didn't speak, and asked the staff to serve the host a bowl of egg fried rice.

The host looked at the plain egg fried rice, took a bite first, and then took a second bite... Soon, he ate up the whole bowl of egg fried rice.

After eating, his eye sockets were a little red.But after all, he has been a host for so many years, and he is very good at controlling his emotions. He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down.

"To be honest, I don't know how many times I have eaten Mr. Yang's egg fried rice."

"what the hell?"

Hearing his words, many audience members exploded.

"It's just a bowl of fried rice with broken eggs. These reviewers made it look like something. Sure enough, these experts and professors can't believe a single punctuation mark."

"Hehe, Yang Chen must have bribed these chief judges. But I didn't expect that when he stumbled, the host actually turned against him." Some viewers who thought they were detectives said.

"The others haven't finished talking yet, why are you in a hurry." Someone retorted dissatisfiedly.

The host took a deep breath and suddenly said loudly: "Indeed, I don't know how many times I have eaten this kind of egg fried rice. I remember the last time I ate it, it was more than 20 years ago. My mother made it for me. It was that day , my mother sent me to college. On the way back, I was hit by a car and never got up again."

"This bowl of egg fried rice reminds me of my mother..."

The host's voice was a little choked, and even with his professionalism, he couldn't control himself, "I am very grateful to Mr. Yang, you let me taste this kind of egg fried rice again, so that after so many years, I can still eat fried rice. A chance to feel the smell of mother."

The host looked at Yang Chen with an extremely solemn expression, "Thank you!"

Hearing the host's emotional confession, everyone fell silent.

"Now, audience members can nominate fifty representatives to come to the stage to try the egg fried rice made by Mr. Yang. As someone who has tasted the egg fried rice made by Mr. Don't come up." The host made a rare joke.

As a result, the curiosity of the audience was aroused instead, and the atmosphere in the field was ignited immediately.

"I'm going!" A burly spectator immediately stood up, cursing in his mouth: "I see what the hell they are doing, isn't it just a bowl of fried rice with eggs? Now go up and expose the lies of this group of people. "

"I, I'm going too!"

"Let me go up! Although I am not a professional food critic, I am quite knowledgeable about food. If the egg fried rice is really bad, I will definitely tell you."

……

The audience below was noisy, and it was impossible to recommend 50 people to come up.The host had no choice but to select 50 people from the audience by semi-random selection.

The age distribution of these people is very even, there are seven old people in their 80s, three middle-aged people in their 40s, young people in their teens, and children in their five or six years.

And while the host was selecting the audience to try, Yang Chen had already walked into the kitchen and started making fried rice with eggs.