The Heroes Prepare, He Skips the Line

"This report card," the host said with a smile, "can be said to have given us quite a few surprises!"

Xiao Li excitedly tugged at Liu Yang's sleeve, "Boss! Look, look! We're leading by a full 0.54 points!"

The venue was filled with a chorus of murmurs:

"The score difference is just too much..."

"A roadside shop, actually outperforming a three-Michelin-star restaurant by so much?"

"This doesn't make sense..."

At the judges' table, Hu Jing looked at Liu Yang thoughtfully.

This young man had used the most ordinary ingredients to achieve extraordinary results, shattering everyone's preconceived notions about high-end cuisine.

"Interesting..." he murmured, "It seems that this year's competition is going to bring something different."

The host continued to announce, "The 20 finalists, please take note. The next round of the competition will take place in three days. The content of the competition will be notified 24 hours in advance, so please get ready."

At this moment, the Douyin live broadcast room had completely erupted:

"This is just too outrageous!"

"A simple dried bamboo shoot, actually beating a three-Michelin-star restaurant?"

"I'm already booking a table at Wei Xiang Ju, and it's fully booked until next month!"

Xiao Yuan Shan walked towards Liu Yang with a smile on his face but a hint of sharpness in his eyes. The two assistants behind him were carrying expensive kitchen toolboxes and looked arrogant.

"Chef Liu," Xiao Yuan Shan began, his tone showing subtle scrutiny, "I have to say, your dried bamboo shoot cola pork is indeed impressive."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Liu Yang's empty workstation: "However, using such..." He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, Ordinary ingredients, might not be enough for the later rounds of the competition."

Xiao Li frowned as he listened, but Liu Yang remained as calm as ever, even playing with his phone.

"After all," Xiao Yuan Shan continued, his voice tinged with a sense of superiority, "this is a national competition, and the challenges will only get harder. My 'Gold Leaf Abalone Cup' uses a royal secret recipe..."

Liu Yang finally looked up, a faint smile on his face: "Oh, that royal secret recipe that was beaten by the dried bamboo shoot."

This sentence froze Xiao Yuan Shan's smile instantly, and the two assistants behind him also changed their expressions.

"Master, your Gold Leaf Abalone Cup is the best!" Chen Zi Sheng, following behind Xiao Yuan Shan, kept chattering, "That Liu Yang, he just got lucky and happened to come up with a novel combination..."

The more Xiao Yuan Shan listened, the more annoyed he became. He knew very well that his dish had lost fairly and squarely.

The skills hidden in that seemingly simple dried bamboo shoot cola pork were far deeper than his showy Gold Leaf Abalone Cup.

"Zi Sheng," he suddenly stopped, "you go back first."

"But..."

"Enough!" Xiao Yuan Shan couldn't help but raise his voice, "What exactly did you learn in that island country? You can't even control the basic heat, yet orders here?"

Chen Zi Sheng's face turned pale from the rebuke.

He was indeed just a helper in the island country, not even a proper chef, but he hated having this embarrassing fact exposed.

Xiao Yuan Shan sighed and continued walking forward. Behind him, he heard Chen Zi Sheng's discontented muttering: "It's just a dried bamboo shoot..."

This sentence made Xiao Yuan Shan even more annoyed.

It was precisely because it was just an ordinary dried bamboo shoot that it highlighted Liu Yang's true skill. He wondered when Chen Zi Sheng would finally understand this.

When Liu Yang and Xiao Li walked out of the competition venue, the originally noisy parking lot suddenly became a bit quieter.

The contestants who had just been showing off their luxury cars stopped their boasting in unison, their gazes subtly glancing toward the young man who had created a miracle.

Even the assistants and helpers unconsciously made way for him.

"That's Liu Yang..."

"The one who won first place with dried bamboo shoots..."

"I heard he's the owner of a street-side shop..."

The fragmented murmurs echoed in the parking lot.

A brand-new Porsche slowly drove out, it was Zhao Ming, who came in second place.

He had intended to show off a bit when driving past Liu Yang, but when he

got close, he inexplicably felt a bit awkward.

The million-dollar luxury car seemed a bit vulgar at this moment.

Xiao Yuan Shan was about to get into his Mercedes, and seeing this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Chen Zi Sheng stood on the side, looking at Liu Yang's back, with a very complicated expression on his face.

His experiences in the island country, those false show-offs, were so pale and powerless in the face of real strength.

"Drip——" A horn sounded, and an ordinary taxi stopped in front of Liu Yang.

"Driver, to Wang Hai Lou," Liu Yang said softly and calmly opened the car door.

This scene stunned the people around.

They watched the young man who had just amazed everyone on the competition field, calmly sitting in an ordinary taxi.

That calmness, that composure, instead highlighted an indescribable sense of sophistication.

"This is the real master..." someone sighed.

The luster of the luxury cars in the parking lot seemed to dim a bit.

The roar of the Lamborghini, and the howling of the Ferrari, all seemed a bit artificial at this moment.

Xiao Li sat in the taxi, looking at the eyes that saw them off outside the window and was full of pride.

He finally understood that real strength doesn't need any decoration, just like the boss's cooking, the more simple and unadorned, the more it shows the skill.

The taxi slowly drove out of the parking lot, leaving a group of contestants who were lost in thought. Some people looked at the expensive kitchen utensils in their hands, and then at their luxury cars, and suddenly felt that these things they were proud of seemed not so important.

Liu Yang leaned on the seat of the taxi, took out his mobile phone, and continued to browse the comments in the Douyin live broadcast room.

The taxi disappeared into the traffic flow, leaving a group of contestants standing next to the luxury cars looking at each other.

They suddenly realized that perhaps the real master didn't need these external decorations at all.

As soon as the taxi stopped steadily, Liu Yang heard a series of rising and falling screams.

"Coming, coming! He's coming!" The crowd suddenly boiled, and dozens of mobile phones were all aimed at him.

The old street was crowded with people, and the shop门口was even more packed. Many young people were holding mobile phones to broadcast live, excitedly introducing to the camera: "Everyone, look quickly, this is the Wei Xiang Ju that suddenly appeared in the national competition today! The boss just used a dish of dried bamboo shoots and cola pork to knock down the three-Michelin-star!"

Liu Yang stood there, looking at this sudden situation, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Old Wang, who sells fruits, squeezed out of the crowd, grabbed his arm, and proudly introduced to the live broadcast camera: "This is our Boss Liu! Let me tell you, his skills have been extraordinary since the first day of opening the shop. You didn't see the expressions of those chefs on TV today, they were all shocked and speechless!"

The live broadcast room's bullet comments were brushing the screen crazily:

"Wow! The person is even more handsome than on TV!"

"Look at his apron, this is the down-to-earth chef!"

"This boss is too low-key, so amazing but opening such a small shop!"

Xiao Li stood on the side, watching this crazy scene, as if in a dream. If not seen with his own eyes, who could believe that their small shop could have this kind of situation today?

The neighbors also gathered around, and everyone's face was full of pride. This young boss they see every day has now become an Internet celebrity, which makes the whole old street proud.

"Old... boss," Xiao Li stammered, "do we need to think of a way to get into the shop?"

"Hey, do you know," the clothing store owner also came over, "the noodles he made are very fragrant, we neighbors come to eat every day."

"Hey, Boss Liu is back!" Someone shouted.

The crowd instantly boiled, and the mobile phone lenses were all aimed at Liu Yang.

"Everyone, move, move..." Xiao Li was in a panic to help the boss open the way.

Liu Yang looked at this situation, but he was not panicked at all, still with that calm and composed look.

The neighbors saw him like this, and felt even more proud - this is the real master's style!

Liu Yang walked to the shop门口, looking at this situation, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

Xiao Li quickly helped him separate the crowd: "Move, move, the boss is going to get into the shop."

"God, can I take a photo with you?"

"Can I taste your dried bamboo shoots and cola pork?"

"When will you start a business?"

Questions from all directions came pouring in, but Liu Yang just smiled and said: "Normal business tomorrow."

At this moment, the live broadcast room was even crazier:

"I've already taken a screenshot! Must come to eat tomorrow!"

"I want to book a seat! Where to book a seat?"

"It's going to be hard to eat now..."

"Look," Xiao Zhang from the barbershop said to the audience in the live broadcast room, "our street has a national first, this noodle shop, afraid to book half a month in advance to eat in the future!"

As night fell, the crowd in front of Wang Hai Lou gradually dispersed, but the discussion on the Internet became more and more热烈.

"Hey, what do you say that dried bamboo shoots and cola pork is what taste?"

"Heard the judges were amazed!"

"This year's competition, the biggest dark horse is him..."

At this time, in the high-end restaurant, the kitchen is bright, and all kinds of chefs are preparing for the competition in three days.

Xiao Yuan Shan sat in the data room of Fu Man Lou, in front of him was a yellowed ancient book: "This 'dragon吟 phoenix dance'..." he carefully studied every detail, "this time must take out the real skills."

Zhao Ming in the kitchen of the Royal Dynasty Restaurant, repeatedly adjusting the heat: "The temperature is two degrees higher..." in front of him was an expensive Wagyu beef, "this time must be perfect."

And in Wei Xiang Ju, Liu Yang was lying leisurely on the chair brushing his mobile phone, looking at the system interface with a mysterious smile.

"The cookbook that was scolded to the dog blood淋 head," he muttered to himself, "there still seems to be a lot of dark dishes that haven't been tried."

Xiao Li was anxious on the side, stomping his feet: "Boss, you see that everyone is preparing hard, we should also..."

"What to prepare," Liu Yang yawned,

"How about 'Asura Curry Rice'? Just don't know Hu Jing saw his own 'dark dish' was made alive, what would be the expression."

"Ah?" Xiao Li almost bit his tongue, "Boss, this is the national competition! Are you still coming to this?"

He looked at the boss's leisurely look, thinking of other contestants now racking their brains to prepare,

He felt anxious in his heart.

This is too willful?

But Liu Yang was not anxious at all, and was still interested in looking at those dish names that sounded very scary:

"Hmm...' Hell Messenger Fried Rice' is also good, just don't know if the judges can accept this kind of stimulation."

Xiao Li was dizzy listening to it on the side and finally understood why the boss could knock down Michelin——

This is not on the same wavelength at all!

Is something wrong?