After more than twenty dishes were served, most of the chefs in the special kitchen under the Xinglong Tea House naturally did not want to stay here and be roasted by the stove fire, and had already left to a special place to rest. The ratings of those dishes, including the emperor's rating, were all heard and remembered by both those who left to rest and the few chefs who were still working hard.
Therefore, the chef who was preparing several Kung Fu dishes was anxious, but he couldn't help but encourage himself in his heart. But at this moment, someone who was slowly stirring the casserole with a spoon stopped humming the song leisurely, but at this time, he poured a basin of cold water on everyone.
"Well, more than 20 dishes have already been served. I'm afraid the emperor is already full. Even if all the delicacies are served, it's hard to say whether he can still eat them."
At this point, Mr. Song felt the gazes from all around him like piercing needles. He knew he had said something wrong, so he laughed it off immediately and then bowed to everyone with a smile: "Just think of me as someone who is just idle and talking... Well, anyway, with my mediocre skills, it is absolutely impossible for me to make it to the semi-finals. I wish you all a good result."
"Luckily, this time, there are 30 to 15, so the odds are 50-50. The odds of winning are much better than in the preliminary round."
Mr. Song has already made it clear that he is no match for his opponent. Although those chefs are depressed, they can only choose not to bother with him - this strange chef happens to be a juren, and now he is hiding in the home of Zhang Shou, a very popular doctor of the Imperial College in the capital. Even the Song family can't take him back, so what else can they do to him
At this time, a chef who was standing a few people away from Mr. Song, as if he was angry and wanted to express his depression, suddenly sighed deeply: "I really miscalculated. If I had known that this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall would be such a waste of time, I would have made other dishes instead!"
The person was just comforting himself and complaining, but Mr. Song couldn't help but say again: "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is not a home-cooked dish, right? It contains abalone, sea cucumber, fish lips, fish maw, scallops, mushrooms, tendons... Well, there are so many kinds of precious ingredients that I can't even count them. There are all kinds of delicacies from land and sea. How can it be home-cooked?"
Although they were both from Cantonese, the chef who spoke really wanted to beat Mr. Song, the talkative guy, to death!
For today's game, he prepared many recipes temporarily, and he hoped to use this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall the most. After all, this was a dish mentioned by Taizu during his southern tour, and the ingredients were also mentioned, but in the end, due to insufficient preparation and too many delicacies from land and sea, it could not be made, and the founding monarch with great talent and strategy did not eat it, so this was very symbolic.
As for this time's imperial chef selection contest, all the ingredients needed for the competition were purchased from the outer offices of the Imperial Household Department. Originally, it was rumored that simplicity was the main goal to avoid excessive expenses, but the major guilds were very good at finding loopholes. Before the second preliminary day, they all figured out a solution, which was to make financial donations and then send a list of the ingredients they needed.