Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 59 The food street competition is coming to an end. Didn't you tell him to add more chili to the soup?
Good evening, everyone~ Welcome to our "One Meal to Fame" live broadcast.

"What we're broadcasting now is still our 'Snack Street Competition,' but the difference is that our Sichuan and Chongqing 'Ice and Fire Chef' contestants have already packed up their stalls!"

"That's right. With the fewest manpower and the highest budget in the entire competition, he single-handedly showed us what true 'profiteering aesthetics' really means. I have to say, I'm now a little regretful that I didn't get to taste the turtle jelly syrup~"

"But don't worry, although we didn't get the chance to try the 'Turtle Jelly' ice cream, 'Shu Yi Herbal Jelly' and 'Xi Cha' have already launched a variety of 'ice cream' products, and 'Kangaroo Delivery' is offering generous coupons, hoping everyone can enjoy absolute freedom to eat ice cream this summer~"

After another joint advertisement, the host coughed.

"Based on the data observed from the backend, the Sichuan and Chongqing ice and fire chef contestants still hold a significant advantage."

"But it is said that the night market is the soul of the food street, and the competition for food street supremacy is most intense at night."

"Although the Sichuan and Chongqing Ice and Fire Chef contestants have already closed their stalls, the other contestants have already started to exert their strength."

As he spoke, he switched the large screen to [Team Four].

"Speaking of this, we have to mention our Shuai's Secret Recipe Grilled Fish!"

"The four groups performed poorly at noon and in the afternoon. We initially thought it was due to a strategic error within the groups, but we didn't expect that they had set their sights on the nighttime slot early in the morning."

"As we all know, for many white-collar workers, lunch is just a quick meal to get by, while dinner is the best medicine to soothe their tired souls after a long day."

"A grilled fish with a strong Sichuan flavor, paired with a side of edamame, is the perfect meal to enjoy with your friends. As you savor the spiciness, you can rejuvenate your mind and body."

"Ever since the cooking theme was changed, there's been a huge crowd in front of Team Four. Looks like the other teams need to be careful. After all, grilled fish isn't exactly a low-profit business!"

Then, the host turned his attention to Group Five.

"Chef Wang's sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce is indeed a killer dish. In the afternoon, it really satisfied the taste buds of the diners. Chef Li's small meatballs made with fermented rice wine are also sold out, and there is not much left of the fermented rice wine. The cold rabbit meat skewers that I had been wondering about were also tied to the sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, and there are not many left."

"Judging from the current situation, I estimate that all five teams should be sold out by 7:30."

"Based on the data observed from the backend, apart from the Sichuan-Chongqing Ice and Fire Chef team, the five teams have the best data."

"Unless the other four teams make some big moves, it seems unlikely that they will be able to catch up with the fifth team."

"Of course, I didn't say that all five teams have definitely advanced. After all, there are still nearly 5 hours left before the end. The charm of the food street is that anything is possible!"

As he spoke, he glanced back at Team One.

"The team that lost the Ice and Fire Chef initially had some miscalculations, but after making corrections, their momentum gradually picked up. Now, thanks to the talents of the two female contestants, they have attracted quite a crowd."

On the big screen, the charcoal fire in front of the graduate student at the banquet was burning brightly, and she was busy working up a sweat, but had no time to rest.

After each batch is grilled, she needs to use alcohol to ignite the charcoal fire, which then elicits cheers from the onlookers, maximizing the emotional impact.

Xiao Hua, who was standing by, didn't just stand by and watch. In order to make money, she started performing with a shaker in the street. Thanks to the two of them performing, their stall gradually started to do better.

The turnover has increased many times over compared to before, but the disadvantage is that too few were sold in the afternoon. So even though they are trying their best to catch up, they are only barely in third place and could be overtaken by the second team at any time.

Looking at Yang Yanbin's team, their crispy chicken, a dark horse in the business, is still selling well, while Xia Yuxingye's hand-shaken milk tea has now become an accessory to the set meal.

He and Yang Yanbin even started asking passersby to try the food and attract customers.

Believe it or not, if the taste is good enough, there is still a market for cold seafood. Moreover, the unit price is high, with a serving starting at 30 to 40 yuan. As long as it can be sold, the profit is still considerable.

Although casting large nets consumed a small portion of the seafood, with the support of tourists from some coastal areas, they still managed to climb to fourth place, just one step away from the top team.

However, they also faced a problem: the seafood they had prepared was almost sold out.

After all, this stuff isn't cheap, and with a budget of 1000, you can't get that much stock anyway.

Compared to the groups that were almost sold out, the previously high-spirited Team Three was now in a rather bleak state.

Braised pork trotters, pork chop rice, and smoked chicken were beaten black and blue in front of the numerous barbecue stalls that appeared at night.

The aroma of charcoal is rich, and the condiments contain a touch of technology, truly touching on a blind spot in the knowledge of "Black Pearl".

It's not that their food is bad; after all, these are recipes refined through countless trials. It's just that for diners, their noses have already helped them make the choice.

Chen Xiaodong looked at his sales figures and felt his mind go blank. He had always been at the top since he started learning to cook.

Top-notch talent, top-notch craftsmanship.
After achieving one success after another, he felt more and more that he was on the right track, and he started to sell his dishes at increasingly higher prices and provide increasingly better service. When he won the "Black Pearl" award, his mentor reminded him not to forget why chefs cook.

But he wouldn't listen at all, after all, his master wasn't as strong as him at his age.
His smooth sailing led to a strange obsession within him. The more elegant his outward demeanor, the stronger his inner pride became. Especially after he passed the "Hua Level 4" exam, which was impossible for ordinary people, on his first try, he felt that he would be the one to lead the future of the culinary world!

Then, he was directly educated by Xia Ming's fragrant hands and his ability to satisfy the masses.

Having finally been resurrected, he thought he had learned his skills and began to satisfy the public with his cooking, only to be lectured by the surrounding food stall owners.

He just couldn't understand why no customers would buy his carefully prepared sauce, and why they wouldn't even try it.

After seeing yet another customer look at the sign and leave, he finally couldn't help but roar.

"It looks delicious, so why do these tourists prefer frozen duck meat to pork trotter rice? Is it because this is Hunan province?"

After a long while, Shao Denong, who was packing up pork chop rice next to him, spoke up.

"Xiaodong, don't you understand? From the very beginning, cooking was not a way for chefs to express themselves."

"The essence of cuisine is to make diners happy!"

Chen Xiaodong gritted his teeth.

"It's delicious! If it's delicious, I'll naturally be happy!"

Shao Denong smiled.

"Haha, Xiaodong, everyone has their own taste. What you think is delicious may not be delicious to others. You think this pork trotter rice is full of your ingenuity."

"But in other people's eyes, it's just a bowl of slightly better-tasting pork trotter rice."

"If diners don't want to eat pork trotter rice, but want to eat grilled skewers, that's their own choice. What chefs need to do is not force people who don't want to eat to eat, but satisfy the taste buds of those who want to."

"I feel that you've been staying in your comfort zone for too long. China is a vast country with countless famous dishes and numerous schools of thought. Young man, you must not be complacent!"

Under the moonlight, looking at the data in the background, Chen Xiaodong, unusually, did not utter a word of rebuttal.

He suddenly realized that what he had insisted on before was too one-sided, a one-sided assumption about the diners' preferences, and even some presumptions.

Just then, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

"Boss, a small serving of braised pork knuckle rice, please."

He looked up abruptly and saw Xia Ming's face.

"you"

"What? Can't I just be a customer after I finish setting up my stall?"

Suddenly, Chen Xiaodong perked up again. He felt that while other tourists might not understand him, the Sichuan-Chongqing Ice and Fire Chef, as his rival, would surely understand his ingenious ideas!

So he took out the best part of the braised pork trotter rice and handed it to Xia Ming.

Xia Ming smelled it, then took two bites, and glanced at Shao Denong beside him.

"Didn't you tell him to add more chili to the sauce for the braised pork knuckle rice? How can this stuff even sell here?"

After saying that, Xia Ming placed the remaining food in front of the stall, shook his head, and turned to leave.

No need to look anymore, Team Three is definitely going to be eliminated.

Looking at Xia Ming's back in the moonlight, Chen Xiaodong suddenly felt something inside him crumbling.
"The Sichuan-Chongqing Ice and Fire Chef...you...you wait, I'll definitely come looking for you after I've finished traveling all over China! Just you wait!"

Xia Ming could no longer hear Chen Xiaodong's voice; by this moment, he had already finished tasting all the snacks from the stalls.

In his view, the outcome was largely predetermined; the only variable was whether Team Four could sell out all the ingredients before midnight.

Meanwhile, in the control room, the host raised an eyebrow as he looked at the data on the tablet.

Team One, Team Two, and Team Four are currently locked in a fierce battle for the final spot, making it impossible for him to determine who will ultimately win.

Just then, the backend data for Team Two suddenly stopped, because all their ingredients had been sold out.
(End of this chapter)