Because Ye Hong's dish was so popular, most of the judges forgot to leave room in their stomachs for other dishes.
So when they staggered to the dishes with their big bellies, they were still burping.
Although the works of other contestants also looked very good, they really were not in the mood to taste them carefully.
After taking a few bites, he went to the next table.
Precisely because they did not taste carefully, the scores given to those contestants were naturally not high.
On the contrary, it was Zhang Yuchen's home-cooked noodle soup. Because of its light and refreshing taste, these people who had just feasted on it urgently needed a few sips to relieve their tiredness.
With this kind of blessing, Zhang Yuchen's score went straight up, surpassing several players.
When the tasting was over and the statistical results came out, people were immediately shocked.
“I’m fourth???”
Zhang Yuchen kept rubbing his ears in disbelief, thinking he heard wrongly.
After repeatedly confirming that the results were correct, Zhang Yuchen instantly jumped to a height of more than three feet with joy.
"Hahaha, I made the cut!"
The four eliminated players immediately looked at him with jealous eyes.
The representative of Tengxiang District, Shao Gang, also unexpectedly stopped in this round, only finishing fifth.
In other words, after Ji San, Liu Yijin, and Shao Gang were eliminated one after another, the only ones who can really compete for the position of president of the restaurant association are Ye Hong and Zhang Yuchen.
In addition to Zhang Yuchen, the top four in the overall rankings are Qi Qiqi in third place, Wu Qinglan in second place, and Yehong who is the undisputed number one.
As soon as the rankings were announced, the eliminated contestants left dejectedly one after another.
Only the masked man Dongfang Luyong stood aside with interest.
"Director Mo, I admire these guys' cooking skills very much. I want to stay and see the final result, is that okay?"
This was the first time Ye Hong heard Dongfang Luyong's voice, and he couldn't help but frown.
The voice was dull and hoarse, as if there was sand in his mouth. It was the most unpleasant voice Ye Hong had ever heard.
Mo Tianlin nodded noncommittally: "This is your freedom and right."
Not long after, Mo Tianlin came on stage in person to announce the rules of the third round.
In this final round, who will be named the God of Cooking and the President of the Restaurant Association will be announced one by one.
But before Mo Tianlin could speak, Zhang Yuchen was the first to raise his hand and said, "Sorry, I have something to say."
Mo Tianlin looked at him doubtfully and motioned for him to continue.
“I knew how much I weighed, and I was lucky enough to make it to the third round.
I think Master Ye Hong is more qualified for the position of President of the Restaurant Association than I am, so I won’t cause any confusion for you.
So I will withdraw from the third round of selection. "
After saying that, he bowed deeply to Ye Hong: "Only when you see the master's work today can you know the true state of cooking skills.
After I go back, I will use today's insights to improve my own dishes. You are welcome to come to Antong District for your guidance. "
Ye Hong smiled and nodded.
He has a good impression of Zhang Yuchen, a young fast food restaurant manager who is down-to-earth and neither arrogant nor discouraged.
With such a simple and unpretentious nature, it is no wonder that he can capture the stomachs of a large number of working-class people.
It seems like I really need to go to Zhang Yuchen’s store if I have time.
Mo Tianlin naturally had no reason to oppose Zhang Yuchen's idea and agreed to his withdrawal from the competition.
In other words, regardless of the results of the third round, Ye Hong's position as president of the restaurant association is already a certainty and there is no chance of him running away.
(End of chapter)