Jiang Guoqiang is still not angry, and his back is straight. "I learned cooking when I was a teenager and have been a chef for more than 30 years. Most of the time, I have more than 30 tables of guests every day. No one says that Jiang Guoqiang's cooking is not delicious. I have nothing to be afraid of. But I cook for delicious food and for my guests to be happy, not to participate in competitions. If you insist on me participating in the competition, I refuse. If my guests are allowed to judge whether it tastes good or not, I accept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Cuifeng was the first to stand up and support. "Well said, cooking is for eating, not for competition. It is to satisfy the diners, not to please the judges."
A gourmet invited by Jiang Muyan also spoke up, "What Chef Jiang said makes sense, Food Is Heaven people believe that eating is everyone's business. The tastes of the judges cannot represent the tastes of the public."
Another gourmet took over, with a bit of disapproval in his tone. "We so-called gourmets have only tasted a few more flavors and seen a few more things than others. This little knowledge, no matter how great it is, can't compare to the fact that everyone has three meals a day. There are so many men, women, and children here, my God. People who have to eat every day, why should the preferences of gourmets prevail? You came to ask for a competition, and Chef Jiang agreed. The conditions were also mentioned, let everyone present be the judge. It is reasonable, fair and just. If you want to compete, just compete, if not, don't delay others' opening..."
Although the others did not dare to speak too loudly, they began to whisper among themselves.
He Bingzheng is clearly here to compete, so these whispers naturally don't sound good.
It's nothing more than saying that he bullies others by taking advantage of his power, doesn't want others to be better than him, relies on his elders to show off, colludes with the judges to engage in shady activities, etc.
The faces of several judges gradually became ugly.
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, He Bingzheng could only grit his teeth and agree, "Okay, I will do as you ask."
Dong Ying, who had been waiting nearby for a long time, hurriedly stood up and walked up to him on high heels. "Hello, Chairman He, I am Xiao Dong, President Song's secretary, and I am also the person in charge of today's opening banquet. Where are the ingredients and kitchen utensils you brought? Do you need me to arrange for someone to help with them."
He Bingzheng's face froze. "..."
He has visited many restaurants before.
But every time they default to using the other party's kitchen and ingredients.
So this time it was the same, he was not prepared at all.
Dong Ying could see his embarrassment at a glance, and deliberately raised his voice. "Oh, Chairman He, you took the initiative to come to the door for a discussion. The judges have brought them, so you don't have to bring ingredients and kitchen utensils, right? You... a clever woman can't cook without rice. No matter how good our cooking skills are, Chef Jiang can't conjure up dishes for you out of thin air."
He Bingzheng's face was a little confused, and he said angrily, "Don't you have the ingredients ready in the kitchen? The pots and pans are also ready-made."
Dong Ying looked embarrassed on the spot. "Chairman He, we bought all the ingredients and kitchen utensils in our restaurant with our own money, and so many customers are still waiting to eat. And today, Chef Jiang just wants to show off his skills and entertain the guests, and doesn't want to discuss with you at all. It was you who took the initiative to come to discuss with you. We didn't know about it in advance. It seems that we have no obligation to prepare kitchen utensils and ingredients for you, right?"
Jiang Boyan relied on the fact that he was underage and deliberately watched the excitement without taking any trouble. Daidi shouted at the top of his voice, "Oh, my goodness, my God, Chef He, you don't want to have sex for nothing, do you? My Jade Emperor, I didn't even invite you to the opening of the restaurant. You came uninvited and disrupted their opening plan. You said it was for a discussion, but in fact you just wanted to cause trouble. You actually want to use their kitchen utensils and ingredients?"
Xiao Tuantuan raised his head blankly and looked at his mother, blinking his big black eyes. "Mom, Teacher Xiaolu said that if you want to turn other people's things into your own, you are taking advantage. Taking advantage of others is wrong. This grandpa proposed the competition himself, but he didn't prepare the tools. Do you want to turn grandpa's tools into his? Isn't that just taking advantage?"
Jiang Zhixia gently touched her head and deliberately guided. "Teacher Xiaolu, what else did you say?"
Tuantuan tilted her little head and thought for a while, and clapped her fingers in a sweet voice. "Youyou's mother bought her a complete set of kitchen toys, and Xiao Mili wanted to play with her. But Youyou wanted to play hide-and-seek with me, not toys. Xiao Mili said Youyou bullies others and insists Youyou play cooking games with her... because Xiao Mili wants to make scrambled eggs, lobster, roast chicken, and steamed dumplings... but those toys clearly belong to Youyou? Does Xiao Mili's family have no food, so she wants to eat other people's food?"
"Pfft..." Someone in the crowd couldn't help laughing.
He Bingzheng's face immediately turned red and he almost jumped. "What nonsense are you talking about? I, He Family Catering, am an orthodox royal chef, how could I take advantage of this? Let's first decide how to compare, and I'll have the ingredients and kitchen utensils delivered immediately."
Jiang Guoqiang couldn't help but frown. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I have so many guests waiting to eat. When you send the ingredients and kitchen utensils over, it will definitely be too late for me to start cooking after completing the competition with you. If not, I don't really want to compete."
We have come to this point, how can He Bingzheng be willing to give up.
He simply gritted his teeth and said, "Then use ready-made kitchen utensils and ingredients. At worst, I'll pay according to the price."
Jiang Guoqiang was very happy this time. "Okay. But at most five o'clock, I have to prepare dishes for the guests. You are a senior, you can do whatever you want, just a little, don't delay my guests' meal."
He Bingzheng:"..."
Damn, there's something wrong with this Jiang Guoqiang's brain. He only thinks about cooking for the guests.
But this is someone else's place, so he can only cooperate.
Since it is a competition, there must be a formal process.
After both parties reached a consensus and everyone discussed it, they quickly came up with a preliminary game plan:
He Bingzheng, as the orthodox successor of He Imperial Cuisine, and Jiang Guoqiang, as the successor of the chef who has photographed a billion recipes, naturally want to be He Imperial Cuisine.
He's cooking skills are famous for banquets, so let's make a small eight-course banquet.
The dishes are limited to eight of He Imperial Cuisine, including fried, fried, sweet and sour.
Use the exact same ingredients, the exact same time, and make the exact same thing.
At the end, no one will be named and everyone on site will be able to taste it.
Vote anonymously, the one with the most votes wins.
This plan is fairly fair, and neither He Bingzheng nor Jiang Guoqiang have any objections.
But Song Yutang was obviously dissatisfied, and went directly to He Bingzheng and put forward additional conditions. "Chairman He, I remember at that time I said that Chef Jiang was also the descendant of He Imperial Cuisine, but you didn't agree with it. If he can beat you with He Imperial Cuisine today, does that mean that he is indeed the orthodox successor?"
"That's not necessary, you are older than my dad." Jiang Guoqiang is a good old man who wants to smooth things over with good intentions.
But in He Bingzheng's view, this is a naked humiliation.
Song Yutang dared to put forward conditions, but Jiang Guoqiang, a wild chef who had become a monk by the way, dared to assume that he could win.
He was so angry that he hammered his cane. "I, He Bingzheng, am He Imperial Cuisine, the thirteenth generation descendant, the direct descendant of the God of Cooking, the head of this generation, and I keep my word. You are a wild chef whose apprenticeship comes from an unknown sect. If you can beat me, I will call you master."