Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

"Enough talk, let's get started!"

The newly popular restaurant "Tigulou" has recently become a sensation in Hong Kong, with many wealthy people needing to make reservations and queue up to dine there. As a result, luxury cars have been constantly parked in front of Tigulou every day.

A plate of stir-fried beef noodles might cost ten or twenty yuan outside, but here it costs at least one or two hundred yuan. Even with such an outrageous price, no one says a word because it's just too delicious!

The price is more than ten times higher than usual, but you don't feel it's expensive at all; in fact, you might feel it's great value for money.

Competition exists in every industry, and the culinary industry is no exception. Seeing the immense popularity of "The Bone-Carving Restaurant," many chefs were not convinced and came to challenge it.

Challenges are welcome, but the mysterious owner of "The Bone-Carving Pavilion" has set a rule: anyone wanting to challenge our "God of Cookery"? Sure, but the loser must leave behind their signboard and body.

Leaving your body means staying in the "Bone-Carving Tower" and working as a laborer for free for a year, doing things like chopping, bathing, killing fish, taking out the trash... and if you win, you can name your terms.

How arrogant! A "God of Cookery"? Does he deserve it? You know, many famous chefs spend their whole lives with nicknames like Abalone Liu, Tofu Li, and Sweet Soup Zhang. The most outstanding ones are just Fried Rice King, Noodle King, and Stew King.

What makes him so worthy of being called a culinary god? If he wins, he has everything; if he loses, he's just a kitchen helper.

So many chefs came to take on the challenge, and unsurprisingly, they all lost. The signboards for "Tigulou" were lined up against the wall at the entrance.

This further enhanced the reputation of the bone-setting restaurant, making it practically the uncrowned king of Hong Kong's food scene.

Across from "The Bone-Removing Pavilion" is "You Guqi," which was also a very popular place, a must-visit for many underworld figures to gather, negotiate, and discuss deals.

It can be said that "A Man of Integrity" is the king of the dark side of Hong Kong's food scene!

But all of this changed after the bone-picking restaurant opened. The number of customers decreased dramatically, and even the big shots preferred to queue up to eat across the street, which was outrageous.

The principled chef, Huo Nan, had been harboring a burning passion for a while. Although he had a triad background, he disliked fighting and violence; he loved cooking. Later, at the height of his fame, he retired from the underworld and opened Huo Nan, becoming both the owner and the head chef of this restaurant.

He devoted himself to studying culinary arts, and even studied diligently at famous restaurants such as Lu Yu Lou and Man Han Lou. Until his culinary skills were perfected, he created a signature dish called "Beef Brisket with Extra Brisket," which made him invincible in the field of beef brisket cooking.

He thought he was already a master, and that was all he did was occasionally cook and teach his apprentices. But he never expected to encounter a situation where regular customers would rather queue up elsewhere than come to his place to eat.

This is the greatest insult to a chef, and the name of that shabby restaurant is bad luck for him; he must get through this ordeal.

So he fasted and bathed for three days, and then challenged the culinary master of "The Bone-Carving Pavilion".

That led to the conversation we had earlier.

Niu Niu was wearing a black chef's uniform, with a small mustache, a top hat, and small sunglasses.

Now that he has found the right path, his demeanor has changed significantly; he exudes the aura of a master.

As the strongest chef among humans, even without the gods, Niu Niu has the right to look down on anyone when it comes to cooking.

If it weren't for the fact that his original dish, braised pork belly, was so famous, and if he hadn't wanted to broaden his knowledge, he wouldn't have wasted his breath talking to the other person.

"Haha, sirloin, I admire your courage. In that case, let's begin."

"Clap!"

Tang Niu clapped his hands, the stage screen was pulled back, and the audience gasped in surprise.

The suggestion on stage is this small food storage room, complete with refrigerators, freezers, water tanks, and insulated boxes. Basically, all the high-end ingredients available on the market are here.

The interior design of the bone-removing building is in an antique style.

The restaurant has three floors. The first floor is a hall with tables scattered around, which are neat and orderly. There are screens between the tables. In the center of the hall is a 100-square-meter stage that extends all the way to the ceiling.

However, this stage is not for performing songs and dances; it is a place for chefs to occasionally showcase their culinary skills and for them to compete against others.

Chef showdowns are the most popular program among diners.

The second and third floors are VIP rooms, which surround the stage. The walls facing the stage have been demolished during renovations, similar to the VIP viewing halls of an opera house.

There are elevators and escalators between floors, and electric food delivery kiosks, combining technology with traditional Chinese style.

Old Wang spent tens of millions on the renovation of this restaurant alone, but now it seems it was well worth it.

Inside a private room on the third floor.

"Grandma, why do I suddenly feel so energetic?"

Thirteen Sister, Han Bin, and Prince were dragged to dinner by Old Wang, but before the meal even started, they saw two fat men having a cooking contest.

Thirteen Sister never imagined that one day she would become so engrossed in watching two fat men have a cooking competition, and this was before the competition even started.

Han Bin, a comedian, was recording a video with his phone, which had a terrible camera quality. After recording for about ten minutes, the phone ran out of battery.

The prince watched the two people on the stage nervously. These two were experts, absolutely experts!

What a bunch of bumpkins! If someone named Stephen Chow were to challenge Niu Niu in the future, wouldn't you be scared to death?

"Brother Tai, would you like something to drink?"

"Holy crap! What the hell is that?"

A bright red head suddenly appeared next to Wang Taiyi, startling him. He initially mistook it for the customer's large, unleashed dog.

"Jiahui? What are you doing here? And dressed as a waitress, trying to learn from her?"

This Jia Hui is not the same as that Jia Hui. This Jia Hui is the daughter of Ou Zhaofeng, the owner of Manhanlou Restaurant. This girl is determined to play with Lao Wang.

"Oh, what master am I supposed to learn? I'm not cut out for it. Besides, I'm just a waiter here. I'm here for you, Brother Tai."

Jia Hui pouted and acted coquettishly, saying that her lipstick was green today.

"Brother Tai, please woo me since I'm so infatuated. I'm easy to woo."

"Wait a minute!"

Old Wang looked at the colorful Jia Hui and said, "I won't ask how you knew I was the owner here. I'm just curious, is the manager of this restaurant blind?"

Jia Hui wore her cheongsam-style waitress uniform as if it were a sexy outfit, with slits on both sides that went all the way up to her armpits. The worst part was that she paired it with denim shorts underneath, making it look awkward no matter how you looked at it.

Hearing Lao Wang's question, Jia Hui proudly raised her head.

"Hmph, I told them I'm your girl, Brother Tai, and they let me in."

"You think they'll believe you just because you say so?"

"I have evidence."

"What evidence?"

"look!"

While Wang Taiyi was still wondering what evidence she had, he saw Jia Hui take a wallet out of her back pocket, open it, and inside was a photograph.

In the signboard, Wang Taiyi is shirtless, looking up at the sky as if he is thinking about something, while his daughter Jia Hui is behind him making a "YES" sign with her teeth showing. If you look closely, you can still tell that it was taken from a forced angle.

"No, when was this filmed? How come I didn't know?"

"It was the last time you came to Manhanlou for dinner, you drank too much and went to pee, I hid in the cubicle and secretly took a picture, hahaha."

……

Old Wang fell silent. Jia Hui's mental state was perfect for him to use as a training tool. As long as they became his underlings, any exciting things they did could be attributed to him.

"Jiahui."

Old Wang patted Jia Hui's head.

"I'm officially inviting you to join my team!"

"What do you mean? Is she your girl?"

"No, it's mine..."

"Then I won't do it, I'll just be your girl."

"Fuck you!"

.........

Chapter 42 Culinary Showdown

The battle on stage continues.

Huo Nan picked out a piece of beef brisket from the ingredients section and, without saying a word, immediately made his signature dish, "brisket on brisket".

"what!"

With a loud shout, Huo Nan picked up a cleaver and began hacking at the beef brisket. This was his unique knife technique, which combined the act of chopping people with the act of chopping meat.

"Good sword skills!"

Inside the private room, Wang Taiyi exclaimed in admiration.

"I can almost picture a blood-soaked hero hacking someone to pieces. This guy's got some skills."

"That's right!"

The Crown Prince nodded in agreement: "Especially that last strike, I saw a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy."

Thirteen Sister glanced at the two commenters, then at the charcoal brisket chopping beef like a madman, and wondered if she and they were looking at the same thing.

What she clearly saw was a middle-aged fat man chopping meat like a madman, as if the meat was some gigolo who was cheating on him. Where was the heroism? Where was the decisiveness?

Tang Niu stood with his arms crossed, watching the brisket being cooked, until the lid was put on and the pressure cooker was started. Only then did he sneer.

Huo Nan wiped his hands with a towel and looked at Tang Niu, who hadn't moved, and said:

"What? Are you admitting defeat? There are only ten minutes left. Even if you start now, it will be too late."