Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Seeing him stop, Master Mengyi also turned his head, as if seeing his nervousness, he comforted him:

"Don't worry too much, the benefactor. The poor monk also knows that the benefactor has a bright future. It's just a good relationship, and he has no other intentions!"

Wang Xuebin stood still and did not move forward. He asked curiously:

"Oh? Master can see my future?"

Master Nocturne shook his head and explained:

"This world is the world where the God of Cookery became enlightened. The poor monk was entrusted by the future God of Cookery, and should transform into a dharma body to help him achieve enlightenment. How can he see through the future of the benefactor before the deity arrives?"

Wang Xuebin's brain was a little confused. The amount of information in this sentence was too large for him to understand, but he didn't open his mouth to ask questions. It is always good to be cautious in words and deeds.

Seeing that he was a little too cautious, Meng Yi didn't say anything more.

In itself, it is just seeing another person form a relationship. If there is a date or not, the relationship has already been formed. It is not beautiful to do extra things. Let's talk about the future.

"When is the benefactor planning to leave?"

Wang Xuebin said with a smile:

"I'm planning to hold a God of Cookery competition, calling chefs from all cuisines across the country to compete for the title of God of Cookery. I wonder if Stephen Zhou will participate?"

Master Mengmeng also laughed when he heard this.

"That depends on the scale of the competition!"

Wang Xuebin smiled and said:

"The first prize is 1000 million yuan, plus a pure gold God of Cookery trophy, is it enough?"

Mengyi nodded and said:

"Regardless of whether the God of Cookery will go or not, the poor monk will go anyway. Such a grand sight is unprecedented!"

Wang Xuebin didn't say anything, and said directly:

"I will send invitations to the master in advance, looking forward to the arrival of the master!"

After speaking, he said goodbye and went back to the meditation room.

Master Nocturnal Nocturnal Standing under the moonlight, did not leave.

The brown-yellow monk's robe gradually became whiter, and a sense of holiness was naturally revealed. With one hand dragging the clean bottle and the other behind his back, his face became beautiful and dignified under the moonlight.

"Fate, it's amazing!"

......

Xiangjiang World Exhibition Service Co., Ltd. is an exhibition company that has undertaken many large-scale exhibitions and competitions. It is the strongest exhibition company in Hong Kong.

A manager with a bright forehead looked at Party A's request and said strangely

"The God of Cookery Competition?"

One employee nodded and said:

"The client wants to hold a national God of Cookery competition. The participants include people from the three regions of Taiwan, Taiwan and Taiwan. All cuisines can participate. The venue is not limited and the number of people is not limited. I hope we can make it bigger!"

The manager roughly estimated the cost in his mind, raised his head and asked:

"What is Party A's budget?"

The employee looked at the letter of intent for cooperation and said with some hesitation:

"What he said was...there is no cap..."

"Is it capped?!"

The manager stood up in shock when he heard the words, grabbed the cooperation invitation, and looked at it line by line.

"Which family's prodigal son spends a lot of money to organize such a competition, isn't he afraid that his old man will go crazy? Who is Wang Xuebin? Whose son?"

"It's a mainland boy... Boss, can we do it?"

As soon as the manager heard it as a matter of course, he said:

"Do! Of course! But let him pay the deposit first!"

......

The World God of Cookery Culinary Competition, the highest honor in the chef world, gathers chefs from various cuisines from all over the world to compete for the throne of the God of Cookery. The winner will receive the God of Cookery Gold Cup and a reward of 1000 million US dollars!

The competition is divided into auditions, knockout rounds, and finals!

Held in ten countries, one hundred chefs will be selected.

These [-] celebrity chefs will go to Xiangjiang Food God Building for a rematch. The rematch will be judged by [-] public judges and [-] expert judges. It will be divided into ten days and [-] chefs will be eliminated.

The ten strongest chefs selected after fierce competition will go to the Yacht Chef for the final battle.

The decisive battle will be...

Wang Xuebin walked into the living room of the villa covered in oily smoke, and turned off the TV. The TV kept repeating this advertisement in the past two months, and he almost vomited after listening to it.

"Wang Sheng, this is the yellow beef you asked for, it was airlifted from Guizhou!"

The person who came was a beautiful woman in an OL uniform. This was the secretary he had found and was responsible for running errands for him.

"Okay, just put it in the kitchen. By the way, the God of Cookery Cup is about to start. Help me set the schedule. There are a total of ten countries, and each site will stay for two days. Don't conflict!"

The secretary nodded and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, your schedule is OK, and your passport and air ticket have been arranged in advance. This is your schedule, please read it!"

Said, handed over a schedule, Wang Xuebin glanced casually and said:

"You can arrange it, and you have to take care of all aspects, so that there will be no problems!"

Originally, he just wanted to hold a God of Cookery Competition to attract some cooking masters to gain some knowledge and satisfy his appetite by the way.

However, with the media's publicity and the imminent return, the mainland sponsored the competition out of political considerations. As a result, several more participating organizers and a bunch of food suppliers sponsored it.

When the news spread abroad, foreign chefs couldn't sit still anymore. While shouting that they must be treated equally, they wanted to participate in the competition. Their participation led to the sponsorship of local food associations and foreign food suppliers.

At this point, the matter was no longer under his personal control, and the state level began to intervene. The exhibition company became an errand runner, and the state sent people to assist in organizing the competition.

The entire God of Cookery competition has become a platform for national exchanges, and Wang Xuebin, the initiator, has also stepped aside.

The God of Cookery Association he founded to hold the God of Cookery Contest has also settled in a group of staff. The God of Cookery Association has also been prefixed with the world and has become the World God of Cookery Association.

He also changed from the original chairman to an honorary director, and the chairman is assumed by this session of God of Cookery.

Fortunately, his previous investment was fully returned by the state, and the follow-up funds were also contributed by the state. As compensation, he enjoyed a [-]% return, which meant that he not only spent no money, but also earned a sponsorship fee.

Wang Xuebin was not stingy either, he pooled all the funds from the state compensation and sponsored it as a prize for the competition, so the reward changed from 1000 million RMB to 1000 million US dollars, in order to attract famous chefs from all over the world to participate.

This time, the competition has become more intense, and Wang Xuebin's interest has also risen. This time it's not just a small fight in the original book. He also wants to see if Stephen Zhou can beat famous chefs from all over the world and become a real god of food!

Chapter 125 Auditions

At the venue of the American God of Cookery Competition, Wang Xuebin looked at the black aunt in front of him speechlessly, introducing the deliciousness of fried chicken.

As the audition for the American Division, their assessment is fried chicken.

The whole chicken is decomposed, marinated, powdered, and then either fried or grilled, and a suitable sauce is also added to make a qualified fried chicken.

"This is my new style of southern cuisine. It combines and sublimates the classic southern recipes. Let me sing and dance if it's delicious. If it's not delicious, don't eat it. I won't serve it to you. I won't win the championship." Don't go!"

This black aunt speaks very fast, thanks to Wang Xuebin's good English, otherwise he would not be able to hear clearly.

Wang Xuebin looked at the serious expressions of the other judges, and he had to admit that he didn't understand the American world.

The competition finally started, and everyone received a whole chicken, which was completely decomposed into chicken legs, chicken wings, and chicken breasts, which was their first test.

"Wow! Look at Jenny's skillful movements, so smooth and flowing, it's simply amazing!"

The host raised the microphone and shouted in a fuss, and the judges on the side also stood up and applauded and whistled.

Only Wang Xuebin sat in the referee's seat sadly, looking at them helplessly, he couldn't get the reason for their excitement at all.

Finally, the fried chicken was served, and there were all kinds of colors, some were golden and bright, some were dull, and so on.

Wang Xuebin ignored the judges, took a sip, chose the one with the best taste, and left in a hurry.

The American competition area has become an entertainment event for all people to participate in, and any kind of moth can make trouble.

"Hey! Come pick me up now, and go to the next competition area ahead of time, this place won't stay anymore!"

In Wang Xuebin's vision, the God of Cookery Competition is a competition among a group of top chefs, and it is a serious competition.

Cooking is easy to learn but difficult to master. The most important test is the experience and knowledge of people. One piece of meat, one method in one place. The more methods you know, the wider the boundaries of cooking.

The purpose of Wang Xuebin holding the God of Cookery Competition is also to experience various top-level delicacies and cooking methods, and to shorten the time he accumulates by using money.

But the United States obviously didn't do what he said. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have the initiative, he would have to turn the table over. What the hell is this shit!

......

France, one of the birthplaces of the most famous cuisine genres in the West, has a much more serious attitude towards food than the United States.

A total of 46 chefs from all over France participated in this God of Cookery competition, all of whom are chefs from well-known restaurants, and most of them are between 30 and 40 years old, which is the prime of life.

The threshold for their pre-selection is also much higher. Each person is equipped with two assistants and must prepare two dishes within five hours.

One is a wheat and vegetable appetizer based on sea lobster, and the other is a dish for eight people made of beef, fish, bone marrow, etc. for the judges to taste.

The jury made scores from various aspects such as cooking skills, waste situation, kitchen cleanliness, and the introduction of the contestants, and selected ten people to participate in the competition in the European division.

The judges here are all experts from the Gastronomy Association, all of them are in their 60s and [-]s, and they are all so arrogant that they don't like Wang Xuebin at all.

In their view, the God of Cookery Competition is not as authoritative as the French Bocuse World Cooking Competition. If it weren't for the 1000 million bonus, they would not participate.

The chef also had the same attitude. Since Wang Xuebin sat on the judging panel, everyone had a bad face when cooking, as if someone owed them 200 yuan.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin didn't care too much. He wouldn't get used to a group of people who wanted to set up a memorial archway after being a watch smasher.

"Unqualified!"

A steak carefully prepared by a chef was pushed aside by Wang Xuebin.

It's not over yet, I saw Wang Xuebin pick up another chef's fish steak and smell it, put it away, and shouted again:

"Unqualified!"

At this time, a stinky-faced lady stood up and murmured, and the translator next to her stepped forward to translate:

"Sir, Ms. Marion is questioning your professionalism. As a professional cooking competition, she doesn't want to see unprofessional people like you exist. I hope you can leave here!"

The translation was arranged by Wang Xuebin's secretary. She didn't know whether Wang Xuebin could speak French, so she specially arranged one!

Wang Xuebin ignored the aunt, picked up the next beef bone and sniffed it, threw it aside again, and continued to shout:

"Unqualified!"

At this moment, all the chefs couldn't help it anymore. Although they didn't understand Chinese, they could guess what Wang Xuebin was talking about just by looking at his expression.

All the judges stood up and glared at Wang Xuebin.

In their view, Wang Xuebin comes from a feudal and backward country without democracy and freedom, and it is his honor to have the opportunity to taste the best food in the world.

As a yellow-skinned judge, he only needs to praise him. The professional judges are done by them, and they are the authority in the food industry.

Now listening to Wang Xuebin's insulting evaluation, they are all very angry.

Wang Xuebin ignored everyone, picked up a plate of steak again, smelled it, and threw it away, the same evaluation:

"Unqualified!"

"Protest! I think this is an insult to me, and I demand the expulsion of this judge!"

"Yes! What right does a yellow-skinned guy have to taste our food? This is disrespect for the food!"

For a time, the crowd was excited!

Wang Xuebin stood up, supported the table with both hands, leaned forward, tilted his head, and said with disdain:

"Chef? You deserve it too!"

Wang Xuebin spoke French, which was so pure that everyone could understand it.

Wang Xuebin knocked on the table and said:

"You are here to compete, and I am a judge. Have you ever asked me about my taboos? I don't know anything and want to compete? What do you compare? What do you compare?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the judges and said:

"I am the initiator of this competition. You guys are afraid that your authority will be affected, and you all have to pay to be judges. I agree, but what I hope is that you don't cause me trouble. What I want is Elites, not rubbish!"