Chapter 664

In recent days, the international food industry is a little lively.

Five of the world's top ten chefs joined hands to challenge Chinese magic food in the afternoon, which was a sensation.

Many people are still a little unfamiliar with this magic food. In their impression, there are only eight famous Chinese cuisines, commonly known as the eight major Chinese cuisines.

Where did this magic food come from?

However, many people who often go to forums and mingle with the Internet are no strangers. Recently, Chinese people have torn it dark with them.

Among the Chinese population, the magic food is simply divine cuisine with incredible magic.

This sounds like a joke to them!

These Chinese people are really shameless. They have to have a degree to blow! Divine cuisine? Can Chinese cuisine deserve such praise.

Who doesn't know that in the world, French cuisine is supreme.

If there is a divine cuisine in this world, it must be French cuisine.

After hearing that the Chinese side accepted the war, the food industry was completely boiling, and there were ridicule and sarcasm everywhere.

"Ha ha! These Chinese people are really overestimating their strength!"

"Let's go! Let's see a joke!"

Except for Chinese people, no one has confidence in China. You know, they are the five world famous chefs, and most of the judges are foreigners. What do those Chinese people take to win.

At present, many people have booked air tickets and flew to China.

Among them are food lovers, journalists from major food magazines around the world, and many food critics

Many well-known international media have also come, including the BBC and ABC.

Before the game began, they began to send news and trampled on China again.

In China, the competition also attracted a lot of attention and attracted many multimedia.

Before the game, many media came to inquire about the news.

These days, Tang Hao and master Ding moved to a branch to study new dishes and adjust the taste of some dishes.

After all, the taste of foreigners is still very different from that of Chinese people. That's why French cuisine is so popular, while Chinese cuisine is not so famous in the world.

In a twinkling of an eye, five days passed.

Finally, it's the day of the game.

The Hilton Hotel in the center of the city has long been arrived by the media, and they are squatting at the door of the hotel.

In the evening, more and more people arrived in an endless stream.

Most of the first to arrive are Chinese and food lovers from all over the world.

Then, important people began to appear. Internationally renowned food critics, world-renowned billionaires, and on the Chinese side, there were presidents of the cooking association and many famous chefs.

Every arrival will attract a burst of media frenzy.

Near six o'clock, at the other end of the street, another black car arrived and stopped at the door.

As soon as the door opened, three people came down.

Suddenly, the media at the door caused a sensation.

"That's the Secretary, the leader!"

"And the second and fourth leaders! Oh, my God! Why are they all here! This battle is too big!"

"Secretary, secretary, can you interview me? What do you think of tonight's game?"

Secretary Weng paused, smiled gently and said, "magic food, but our Chinese pride originates from Z province and is also the pride of Z province. Of course we have to take a look at such a big thing."

"As for what we think, of course, we support magic food. This is our own thing!"

Then he waved his hand and went in with a smile.

After a while, another car came, but it was a luxurious Bentley.

As soon as the door opened, a beautiful figure came down.

It was a beautiful woman, dressed in a white, luxurious dress, outlining an enchanting and moving figure.

A standard melon seed face is breathtaking.

And that pair of eyes, charming, long and narrow, is just a pair of fox eyes.

For a moment, the originally noisy hotel door was quiet and scary.

All the reporters were stunned.

Who is she?

At this moment, everyone is thinking about this problem.

The gorgeous woman came down, picked up a badge and pinned it on her chest.

"That's the symbol of Mingyu consortium. My God! She is the representative of Mingyu consortium and one of today's judges, miss yucaijing."

"Miss yuzao, do you understand Chinese? Can you interview? Are you here today to support master Matsui?"

Yuzaojing smiled and didn't answer. Under the protection of several bodyguards, she went in.

Inside the hotel, in a huge venue, people gradually filled up and became more and more hot and noisy.

The front row of seats is the jury seat, with a total of 12 people, including 10 foreigners, five top international food critics and five well-known rich people.

Huaxia took two and gave them to the cooking association.

Then there was a row of media reporters.

Because the cameras are not allowed to stand in line.

At the back is the auditorium.

At half past six, a host came on.

"Now, let's welcome both sides of the competition. First of all, let's welcome five international chefs."

On one side of the venue, the door opened and five teams of people came in, four teams of foreigners and one team of Japanese.

The host introduced the past one by one.

The five chefs are chef Paul, the world's first, chef Thomas, the second, chef Ichiro Matsui, the fifth, chef sun Shangwen, the ninth, and chef Daniel, the tenth.

The ninth one, although Chinese, is American and studies French cuisine.

A group of people swaggered out and stood in line. There was a roar of cheers in the venue.

"Next, let's invite our chefs from China to come on stage."

On the other side, a door opened and the party came in.

One by one, they are wearing white kitchen clothes embroidered with dragon patterns. At first glance, they are quite dignified.

As soon as the audience in the venue saw it, they were surprised.

But then, he was stunned, and then, there was an uproar.

"What's going on? Why is the leader a young man?"

"Shit! There's a mistake! Who is he? He's an assistant! How did he get to the first place?"

Chinese people are puzzled, while those foreigners laugh loudly.

"Ha ha! Isn't that guy the chef?"

"How old are you? Are you twenty? Chinese people come to make fun of you!"

Amid the roar, the team came out and stood on the stage.

At this time, even the host was stunned. He picked up the information in his hand, looked carefully, and then looked at Tang Hao.

"Excuse me, are you... Surnamed Tang?"

On the information, chef Tang is written in the position of the chef.

"That's right!" Tang Hao nodded, "chef... It's me!"