After registering the names at the entrance of the staff passage, we were taken directly to the backstage. The staff pointed to a crowd of open-tops and said to me: "The chef participates in the draw, and the others are waiting here."
The three of them rolled their eyes and pierced the crowd to find a place to sit. The staff then led me to the next shed again: "Wait a moment, the TV station is ready to tell you to come out and watch you whenever you come out. Good luck in the draw," he said toward the several huts with doors next to him: "It's almost time, let's change clothes."
"Ah? Need clothes?" I flicked a simple chef's hat from my butt pocket to show him: "I just brought a hat-don't you say that only draws today?"
"That also needs to have an image!" The staff pointed towards the surroundings, "Look at them!"
Looking around, I realized that I came too late. There were already dozens of familiar masters in the shed, wearing all kinds of chef clothes, tattooed with dragons and phoenixes to show their identities. Last time I did it. The one with stewed pig's feet with stinky tofu is also among them—today this girl is wearing a big red Tang suit robe, with five large characters clustered on it beautifully:
Little Master of China!
In addition, the guy who roasted the whole lamb was there last time. The costume style is also entertaining. The clothes are similar to those who carry the big ones. It should be to highlight the sturdy and rough ya. A bunch of armpit hair probed from under the squeak. He popped his head, exuding a certain smell, but he didn't know it. He went around shaking hands and greeted people. After a few trips, within a radius of five meters, there was no one in the grass...
He is also terrible from the aura, if he cooks mutton cuisine, the smell is his own!
Seeing that I didn't take his words to heart and looked around, the staff stomped their feet and left for themselves...
The staff walked on the front foot, and the stinky tofu stewed pig's feet was already coming over, probably because he didn't know anyone and was bored, so he took the initiative to say hello to me: "Hey, so you are also promoted."
I smiled and said, "Good luck."
"Everyone who makes the soup is lucky, I chose the right dish!" The stinky tofu stewed pig's feet sighed with emotion, and then said to me with great interest: "By the way, what are you making today?" He winked at me. : "Tell me, I will also tell you what I do."
I said casually: "Krilled skewers."
"It's not easy!" Stinky tofu stewed pig's feet exclaimed: "See the real chapter in the subtle, this is everyone's demeanor!"
"It's okay, I did this originally!"
"Then you must be very good," he exclaimed a few times and began to show off: "Do you know what my dishes are?"
"do not know."
"Niu Ramen!" He said triumphantly: "I also do this. I have been making ramen for decades-I'm sorry, but now we are still rivals. I won't tell you how to do it. Next time, next time I have a chance, I will tell you."
I was babbling with him in a different way. At this time there were a few more people in the room, and it seemed that they were almost there. At this time, a few people came in from the outside, dragging their hands. Big boxes and small boxes, as soon as they came in, they greeted us: "Line up, all come to line up for makeup!"
Others hula la la, arranged in a few columns according to the speed of reaction, but the stewed pork knuckles with stinky tofu and I understood the last thing, and asked, "The big man still puts on makeup?"
The makeup artist began to take out the hair brush from the box and splashed the brush on the face of the first person. No one paid any attention to me, but the staff who came in at the door took care of it: "How can I get on TV without makeup? When the face looks like a ghost, then you will be ashamed."
"No need!" I began to wipe my face hypocritically: "My face is quite white!
This staff member estimated that he participated in a lot of variety show shows. People like us are also used to it. They are not nervous at all. They still take care of the things at hand. By the way, "It's up to you. Anyway, the director and The judges said, if you don’t wear makeup, you will deduct ten points before you say..."
I lined up with the stinky tofu stewed pig's feet. Someone took the lead in drawing and stood up. When I turned back, I happened to have a face-to-face with us-the sound of stinky tofu stewed pig's feet rushed to the back, I Also dumbfounded, he couldn't believe his eyes!
The next second the team clashed, and all the groups of chefs waiting in line for make-up scattered all around, yelling to each other: "Fuck, are you the game or deliberately ruining our business? In this way, what do you call us after? Go out to cook?"
The makeup artist himself was stunned...
The noise and chaos inside quickly alarmed the outside. A guy wearing a pocket full of sunglasses, holding a roll of paper in his hand, crawled in, and got startled when he looked at it, and immediately rushed after he recovered. The makeup artist went crazy: "What are you guys doing?"
Several make-up artists have stopped their hands at this time, and one of them seems to be the leader embarrassed: "Master, don't worry, if you have opinions, say slowly, do you think our makeup face is not white enough or—" He paused: " Should I put two blobs of red on their faces?"
He looked up angrily and looked around: "Who got the makeup artist? Can you tell me the fuck, this is a live broadcast, not a filming! Assistant, assistant, where did you bastard die..."
Before he finished speaking, a guy in a peaked cap emerged from the side and he nodded and said, "I'm sorry, the director, I really can't hire a professional makeup artist temporarily. These guys were only hired by me because of the difficulty. , The technology is a bit poor, there is no way you can make do with it!"
The director stared at him angrily, and for a while, he was discouraged and waved weakly: "Forget it, then I can only make do-you stare at me like a human, don't do it anymore. Whitewashed my people's faces-they wouldn't be putty creamers, would they?"
The peaked cap vowed to say: "Don't worry about this, the craftsmanship is good or bad, but they are definitely make-up artists from the Percent Encyclopedia class. I will use my head to vouch for you."
At this time, the lead makeup artist came over, patted his chest and promised: "Boss, you just trust us once, it was just a pure accident-you don't know, we put on makeup for so many decades, and the customers are half yelling and dissatisfied. Don’t worry, don’t worry!"
With the double guarantee of the peaked cap and the makeup artist, the director can only believe it. At this time someone shouted the director outside the door, and the director walked outside the door and told again: "That's it, you hurry up-yes, where did you put your makeup before? ?"
The lead makeup artist took out a rubber glove and put it on his hand: "All the morgues in this city are for us!"
The director sighed and stood still, and the smell of his words came: "Fuck, no wonder there are no guests who are half wearing makeup-how many co-authors put makeup on the dead?"
Now all the chefs are gone!
According to everyone’s words, even if we are not feudal and superstitious, we still have to worry about whether they can put on makeup for everyone. At that time, everyone immediately formed a united front and said that if we insist on makeup, we will leave. I can ask for everything and ask the makeup artist to go-but the makeup won’t be effective if the makeup is on stage, and the director doesn’t know what to do for a while...
The female staff member who had just brought me in offered a trick: "Should we deal with local conditions? Let all the female colleagues who usually make up for themselves help, and give the big guy a job if you don’t do anything else. Conceal your flaws with foundation, then apply some blush, draw your eyebrows slightly straight, comb your hair smooth, you can almost deal with it?"
The director turned his sorrow into joy: "Eh, this should work!"
… After more than half an hour of rescue by all the staff, the thirty-two chefs who participated in the competition finally packed everyone up before the start of the broadcast, and began to formally prepare for the live broadcast.
The Japanese squid god is also among them. The people that Ya brought this time are Heshen, Yiyin, and Yiya. Among them, Heshen should have come as a taster. The other two are famous gourmets in history, and their cooking skills are impressive. Say it!
They saw that I just smiled and didn't say a word. It meant "see how you die" in it. I also rolled my eyes cleanly...
Professional audiences invited to set off the show began to enter the venue. Their quality and professional ethics determined their behavior. It really was more enthusiasm and record than the real audience invited, and there were less messy things to sign. Sit and wait in accordance with the assigned seats-more than twenty minutes later, with the most dazzling celebrity music sounded, a group of aunts came in from both ends of the stage, standing in the center, shaking their arms and legs, and jumped up. The square dance...
The lighting and sound effects were all on, and the host of a man and a woman appeared to match the rhythm of shaking their heads and wagging their tails. The audience responded with warm applause. Just explain one by one. The titles range from gourmets to gourmet celebrities. In summary, just one sentence:
These are the masters of the kitchen in the hall, and they are famous for serving their daughter-in-law in cooking!
It took more than ten minutes for this link and the host’s stalemate. Then, according to the fame, the chefs began to file out from the stage, standing in the middle of the stage and waving their hands downwards, while the audience was led by the assistants. Hierarchical, rhythmic, interesting applause and cheers, the atmosphere is extremely harmonious!
Then he played heavily—a few men and women in white sportswear pushed a large box with one side transparent and the other sides clasped with plastic plates. Inside were countless ping-pong balls of the same shape, and the transparent side Facing the audience, the opaque plastic board faced the others; followed by another huge white board on the stage. The four groups had already drawn the frames and were waiting to fill in the names of the people.
Thirty-two people went to the court to catch table tennis. After they were caught, the two hosts were surprised to write their names on the whiteboard. Both the Japanese god and I were in the back. Seeing that the first and second groups were all filled and me Neither of them has drawn yet. I couldn't help feeling a move in my heart, so Lengzi secretly said to the Japanese squid: "It's only necessary for us to be in the same team. This round of competition will be the result."
"What's the meaning?"
"Two people are in a team, but only the first place in the competition is selected for the retest. If any of us is second, we will be eliminated directly?"
Sun squid thought for a while and said: "No, you must win the final!"
"The rules are not given in vain!" I disdainfully said: "What if there is really a team?"
Sun squid said cleanly: "Then I'm sorry, you must be eliminated!"
"why?"
"I have been in the judges' dreams one by one last night," the Japanese squid said with a grimace: "Whoever dares to give me a low score, then none of them would want to sleep well in the future!"
Me: "... Damn it, it's all the same!" (End of this chapter)