The tofu on the plate was glowing with an eerie red light, and each piece seemed to be an artwork cut by an angel, and the soup was flashing an eerie light under the light, like some magic potion.
Just as he was still stunned, a burst of aroma suddenly drilled into his nose and took away his soul. This is not hellish tofu, but a fox spirit that can recite magic!
The expressions of the other judges were even more wonderful. Wang Shufang's face, which was known as "the pickiest mouth in Longguo," appeared at a loss for the first time;
Chen Mingyuan stared at the plate of tofu as if he was looking at some alien;
Dean Li Deming was even more extreme, and directly took out his reading glasses, for fear of missing any details.
Even the always steady Master Liang couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "This kid is going to swell our old guys' faces..."
What was in front of them was not dark cuisine at all, but a resounding slap, which made these so-called "authorities" a little dizzy.
The moment Hu Jing took the chopsticks, his hands were trembling slightly.
He had seen thousands of dark cuisines in his life, but today this plate of "hellish tofu" made him feel like going to the temple to burn incense. He picked up a piece of tofu with his chopsticks, and that seemingly ordinary white square trembled slightly between his chopsticks, as if silently mocking his previous contempt.
The soup slid down the tofu, drawing an elegant arc in the air, making him almost forget that he was here to taste and not to appreciate art.
When this piece of tofu finally fell into his mouth, Hu Jing's expression was more wonderful than seeing a ghost.
His face, which was used to being picky, was like someone pressed a magical switch at this moment, and changed from "serious judge" to "enraptured foodie" in a second.
The spiciness was like a mischievous little sprite, dancing the tango on his tongue; the tenderness of the tofu was like performing a mime with this spiciness.
Where is this hellish cuisine, it is an angel in a devil's disguise!
When Hu Jing put down his chopsticks, his hands were trembling slightly.
He suddenly felt that his recipe, which was scolded to the extreme, finally found a kindred spirit today - although this kindred spirit changed his recipe beyond recognition, it must be said that this change was a brilliant move.
The live broadcast room's chat messages had changed from sarcastic to full-screen question marks: "Wow! What is Master Hu Jing's expression?"
"It's over, the judge was poisoned and fainted!"
"No, this does not look like the expression of poisoning..."
In the span of thirty minutes, the judges' table had become a flash site of a Michelin restaurant, with various "divine" dishes taking turns to appear, dazzling the onlookers. Xiao Yuan Shan's "Harmony of Dragon and Phoenix" lived up to expectations; the lobster coiled on the plate seemed as if it were about to soar into the sky to reminisce with the real dragon. After tasting it, the judges gave a high score of 9.6, directly propelling him to the second place. Zhao Ming's "Forbidden City Flowing Gold" was also impressive; the Kobe beef lying on the plate appeared more enjoyable than he himself lying in a five-star hotel. Unfortunately, it only received 9.3 points, causing him great heartache— the price of this beef could cover half a month of his salary.
A series of "high-priced ingredients" took turns to appear:
Abalone played a costume show on the plate,
Bird's nest danced ballet in the soup bowl,
Truffle showed off its noble lineage in the sauce.
However, the final scores of these "nobles" did not exceed that of the "commoner" tofu, a scene more magical than a melodrama.
Finally, the big screen displayed the final ranking:
1st place: Liu Yang (Wei Xiang Ju) 9.8 points —— Hellish Mapo Tofu
2nd place: Xiao Yuan Shan (Beijing Culinary Association) 9.6 points —— Harmony of Dragon and Phoenix
3rd place: Zhao Ming (Royal Dynasty Restaurant) 9.3 points —— Forbidden City Flowing Gold
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This ranking made the on-site audience grimace — a plate of tofu from a street-side shop dominated this group of "nobles," a plot more outrageous than they had seen.
Interestingly, the gap between the top three was inversely proportional to the price of their ingredients:
Liu Yang's tofu, with a cost of about twenty yuan at most;
Xiao Yuan Shan's lobster cost over three thousand;
Zhao Ming's Kobe beef was worth tens of thousands.
This was nothing short of a modern Cinderella fairy tale where a "commoner" overthrew the "nobles," only the protagonist was not a glass slipper, but a seemingly harmless plate of tofu.
The culprit, Liu Yang, still had that "none of my business" expression, as if this first place was as ordinary as the Chinese cabbage downstairs in his home.
This attitude made other contestants so angry that their teeth itched — people who spent tens of thousands of yuan on ingredients were not as arrogant as him!
The战火 in the live broadcast room was more intense than the chili in the pot.
Those keyboard warriors who claimed to quit were like lazy cats lying on the sofa, saying they would leave with their mouths, but their claws tightly held the mobile phone.
"Hehe, this is not a black what? The judges' conscience is probably eaten by dogs!"
"The Mapo Tofu downstairs at my home is only ten yuan, should I also participate in the competition?"
"Did the program team use the production fee to buy the judges' conscience?"
But soon, a group of true fans who "tasted the protagonist's tofu" came out, and their momentum was like fighting for their first love:
"Rubbish! You probably haven't eaten the dishes at Wang Hai Lou! That skill is so good that people want to chew the chopsticks after eating!"
"Haha, a group of keyboard warriors who haven't been to Wei Xiang Ju are here to point fingers?"
"I waited for three hours yesterday to eat at this shop. For this skill, it's not too much to give 9.8 points, even 98 points are not excessive!"
At this time, the neighbors on the old street could not help it anymore and rushed into the live broadcast room: "I can testify! This Boss Liu's skill is a real skill!"
Old Wang, who sells fruit, was even more excited to type a long paragraph: "I have a stall opposite him and have seen him study dishes every day. His seriousness is more committed than my daughter when she is in love!"
Xiao Zhang from the barbershop also added: "Do you know what time he opens the door every day? He starts preparing before dawn. Is this kind of person relying on black?"
The two factions of netizens fought fiercely in the comment area, and the scene was more intense than grabbing red envelopes during the Spring Festival.
Those who scolded continued to scold, and those who praised continued to praise, and no one would admit defeat. Instead, it turned this competition into a nationwide carnival.
As the center of controversy, Liu Yang, however, was like nothing had happened, tidying up the kitchen utensils as if this verbal war was as insignificant as the Chinese cabbage in his backyard.
And at this time, the host was reading the ranking, and finally added, "——Finally, let's thank Longhu Group again for its strong support for this competition!" The host's voice was so sweet that it could make bees jealous, and her professional smile seemed to be glued on.
"Next week's final," she paused as if to announce some major decision,
"All ingredients and tools will be provided uniformly by the program team." This sentence was like a small bomb, instantly causing a chorus of exclamations on the spot.
The contestants who were just showing off their top-grade kitchen utensils had expressions on their faces more colorful than the sauce in their dishes.
Some people subconsciously touched their invaluable knives, as if saying goodbye to their first love.
"No contestant is allowed to bring personal tools and ingredients into the venue," the host's voice was devoid of any emotion, "Violators will be considered cheating and directly disqualified from the competition."
The atmosphere on the spot was colder than an ice cellar.
The chefs who usually couldn't do without expensive kitchen utensils had expressions on their faces more colorful than eating a hundred lemons.
It was Liu Yang who still had that calm and composed look, as if to say "I was originally empty-handed anyway."
The live broadcast room's chat messages exploded again:
"Hahaha, this is going to be good!"
"What about those chefs who always show off their kitchen utensils?"
"Haha, this is obviously to give our dried bamboo shoot king a green light, right?"
Some people even began to gloat:
"Is it fair now? Let's see who has the skills!"
"Finally, we don't have to see those people showing off their top-grade kitchen utensils!"
"I bet fifty cents that someone will complain about the black next week..."
The "justice seekers" in the live broadcast room exploded, typing on the keyboard faster than a machine gun:
"Hehe, this rule change is timely! Why not just directly award the champion to your 'Tofu Prince'?"
"Well done, are you going to turn the competition into a 'Wei Xiang Ju special session'? Did the program team's screenwriter take the wrong script?"
"Not allowed to bring tools and ingredients? Are you going to pull Michelin chefs down to the level of street stalls? You have a way!"
A group of people sourly began to predict:
"Wait and see, next week it will be something like 'Hell Stinky Tofu', 'Asura Pickles' and so on to take the first place!"
"The program team might as well change its name to 'National Best Screenwriter Competition'!"
"If I were a judge, just seeing the names of these dark cuisines would make me take three tablets of stomach medicine first..."
Some people even began to conspire:
"Did you notice? This rule is tailor-made for Liu Yang, right? He was originally empty-handed, isn't this sending the champion?"
"I seriously suspect that Liu Yang has some unspeakable relationship with Longhu Group," a netizen analyzed with a serious look, "Otherwise, how could the rules be changed so conveniently?"
These comments were like a pot of boiled old pickled cabbage, so sour that it could soak the entire live broadcast room.
Instead, it turned this competition into a nationwide carnival of a verbal war on the Internet.
At this time, Liu Yang was leisurely tidying up his workstation, turning a deaf ear to these sour comments, as if these words were more insignificant than the weeds in his backyard. This calm and composed look made the keyboard warriors' fingers cramp with anger.
On the judges' table, Hu Jing's lips slightly curled up, as if he had anticipated all of this.
This rule was tailor-made for that "dark cuisine master" who was empty-handed.
Xiao Li stood on the side, watching all this, and couldn't help but give a thumbs-up in his heart - now, finally, everyone could see what real strength was.
"Let's take another look at the final rankings of this semi-final!" The host's voice, amplified through the speakers, echoed throughout the venue.
The numbers on the big screen flickered with a dazzling brilliance:
1st Place: Liu Yang (Wei Xiang Ju) 9.8 points
Dish: Hellish Mapo Tofu
Comments: Breaks tradition, boldly innovative, and the taste is astonishing.
2nd Place: Xiao Yuan Shan (Beijing Culinary Association) 9.6 points
Dish: Harmony of Dragon and Phoenix
Comments: Exquisite technique, perfect cooking, and elegant artistic conception.
3rd Place: Zhao Ming (Royal Dynasty Restaurant) 9.3 points
Dish: Forbidden City Flowing Gold
Comments: Carefully selected ingredients, exquisite plating, and full of charm.
4th Place: Li Sheng (Hong Kong Delicious Pavilion) 9.1 points
Dish: Jade Shrimp King
Comments: Distinct layers, delicate texture, and clever pairing.
5th Place: Chen Tao (Hangzho) 9.0 points
Dish: Longjing Shrimp
Comments: Fresh and elegant, highlighting the original flavor, and uniquely creative.
6th Place: Wang Zhi (Guangzhou Dragon and Phoenix Pavilion) 8.9 points
Dish: Crispy Skin Pigeon
Comments: Perfectly cooked, crispy skin, tender meat, and a combination of tradition and innovation.