Xu Zhongmin is not a professional food critic. He can't taste how many spices are used in a dish, nor can he tell the skill of the knife or the heat. But because of this, the old man's starting point is more like an ordinary person.
In other words, God of Cooking must be recognized by more ordinary people.
The kind of chef who pretends to be sophisticated and raises the bar, can only show off his skills and knife skills, and forgets the original meaning of "food is the most important thing for the people" is not qualified to be called a "chef god".
Therefore, although Xu Zhongmin did not participate in the final scoring of the dishes, his opinions were particularly important in determining who would become the God of Cooking.
After each contestant's work is tasted and scored by five judges including Hu Xianlin, Xu Zhongmin must judge it again.
The score of player No. 1 is not outstanding. If he wants to win the championship, he can only place his hope on Xu Zhongmin.
So when Xu Zhongmin tried the food, contestant No. 1 from a certain restaurant was nervous and sweating profusely, and so were the audience.
Xu Zhongmin took a bite of vermicelli, another bite of pork, and a small sip of soup. A smile appeared on his face and he nodded lightly:
"Yes, it's quite delicious."
Although his taste buds were damaged and the taste of ingredients felt by his tongue was much weaker than that of ordinary people, he still tasted the strong aroma of meat from this dish.
But that's about it.
The old man put down his spoon, faced the camera and the audience, and said decisively:
"Deserves this score."
Contestant No. 1 walked off the stage in despair, knowing that he had no chance.
The competition continued. Ten minutes later, contestant No. 2’s dish was successfully prepared, followed by contestant No. 3, No. 4...
Although these people all use Longxiang pork as the main ingredient, and the dishes they cook are hot and cold, fried and steamed, and the aroma of cooking permeates the entire competition venue, the final judges' scores are basically in the fourth. Wandering between ten and forty-five, no one can reach forty-five.
Until Ren Yi appeared on the 9th.
The chef of Jiudingxuan made a Dongpo Pork, which did not have any other side dishes except Longxiang Pork, but it was such a dish that received the highest praise from Hu Xianlin.
This famous food connoisseur, who is known for his picky tongue, scored a perfect ten points.
As a result, the other four judges, who only followed Hu Xianlin's lead, also followed suit and gave two nines and two ten points.
Forty-eight points, currently the highest score in the game!
"good!"
Liu Chenghao was the first to stand up and clapped excitedly. Upon seeing this, the other members of Jiudingxuan immediately clapped wildly and quickly led the rest of the audience.
Forty-eight points, the top two can be locked in.
In fact, if nothing else goes wrong, this should be the highest score in this game, because no one thought that the remaining No. 10 Jiang Wantong could score higher than this.
Like everyone else, this Dongpo Pork was also given to Xu Zhongmin to taste, and the old man made the final judgment.
Xu Zhongmin tasted a piece of Dongpo meat and immediately gave a thumbs up. A heartfelt smile appeared on his old face and he praised:
"As expected, he is a chef from Jiudingxuan. His craftsmanship is different. This Dongpo pork is neither greasy nor greasy, crispy and soft. It is simply delicious."
"Of course, the main reason is that this Longxiang pork is good enough. I have also eaten the Dongpo pork you made with ordinary pork before. To be honest, it is not the same as today's."
"Forty-eight points, to be honest, it's a conservative score."
As soon as these words came out, the applause became more enthusiastic, and Liu Chenghao was even more happy, as if the God of Cooking was already in his possession.
Mr. Xu is a highly respected person. If he comments like this, no one will question his unfairness and will only think that it is true.
Liu Chenghao specially invited the other party to appear for this purpose.
He just wanted to use Xu Zhongmin's status in the hearts of the citizens of Bailong City to prove that there was no "shady secret" in this competition.
…
In Jinglong Hotel, Liu Jinglong's face was extremely ugly.
Forty-eight points, only two points short of a perfect score, what a terrible result.
Unless a miracle occurs, Jiang Wantong's score cannot be higher than this.
A cold snort interrupted Liu Jinglong's thoughts. Chen Shuo walked up to Liu Jinglong proudly, looked down at the "former boss" sitting on the stool, and asked arrogantly:
"Boss Liu, your cook will be here soon. How many points do you think she can score?"
"Without Long Xiang Pork, she wouldn't even be able to get five points."
Liu Jinglong raised his head and looked at Chen Shuo coldly:
"Chen Shuo, don't be too happy. Things haven't been settled yet, and everything is still unknown."
Having said that, he actually knew that he was just being stubborn and Jiang Wantong had no chance of winning the championship.
No matter how good Jiang Wantong's cooking skills are, she should be on par with Ren Yi. If she also used Longxiang pork, she would still be able to fight, but she chose to use her own pigs...
Wait, home-raised pigs!
Isn't that the one raised by Zhang Dachuan?
A flash of light suddenly appeared in Liu Jinglong's mind. He pushed Chen Shuo away, who was still trying to be arrogant. His eyes were fixed on the screen, his hands tightly grasped the back of the chair, and he muttered something:
"There is drama, there is drama, there is drama..."
At this moment, in the live broadcast, Xu Zhongmin, who had just finished his evaluation and wanted to take another bite of Dongpo meat, suddenly turned pale, covered his mouth and turned around quickly, and vomited uncontrollably.
The old man vomited all the food he had just eaten!
This sudden change instantly shocked everyone present.
Many spectators stood up with concern, with worried expressions on their faces.
"What's going on? Why did the old man suddenly vomit?"
"The old man has severe anorexia. Eating is no different to him than being sentenced to prison. Vomiting is also normal."
"For the sake of fairness in the MasterChef competition, the old man insisted on being a judge for us even though he was ill. It's really hard work."
Stage director Xu Jinnuo rushed onto the stage and nervously supported Xu Zhongmin, his voice hoarse from worry:
"Dad, how are you feeling? Are you okay? Why are you vomiting when you are fine?"
Xu Zhongmin wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue and said weakly:
"I don't know. I just suddenly felt nauseous and nauseous, and I couldn't control it at all."
"Maybe I've eaten too much Longxiang pork these days."
Xu Jinnuo heard this and said hurriedly:
"Then I'll help you go down and rest."
Xu Zhongmin shook his head:
"No, there's still one dish left."
Xu Jinnuo was anxious:
"What else are you going to eat? You're already like this."
Xu Zhongmin said firmly:
"We need to eat, and the competition must be fair and just. I can't chill the last person's heart."
As a result, at this time, Zhao Mingyu, who was hosting the competition, had already said to everyone:
"Okay, we have a little situation on site. Mr. Xu may not be able to eat anymore because of anorexia. Fortunately, our game is coming to an end. We'd better ask Mr. Xu to go down and rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a female voice speaking stubbornly on the competition stage:
"Wait a minute, I still haven't tasted my food."
Everyone turned around in shock and looked around to see Jiang Wantong, who was wearing a No. 10 nameplate, holding a dish and standing there quietly.
