The preliminaries entered the third day and there was a bit of a hot smell.

When he walked into the competition area, the competitive atmosphere that came to his face made Zhou Aiguo subconsciously shrink his neck.

If he hadn't come with the teacher, he might have given up his identity as a "professional judge".

In the world's chefs, except for Chinese chefs who can proudly raise their heads anywhere, chefs from other countries are afraid they will be a little nervous when facing chefs from Europe and Smithar.

Not to mention Zhou Aiguo, an African boy from the "Food Third World Country",

He could not imagine how courage he had to have to taste other people's works when facing a Samsung Michelin chef, and then decide whether to give points.

God, that's so terrible.

"Patriotic. Since you have become a student of Lao Zhou, just raise your head.

Didn’t you feel very stylish when you spoke generously yesterday? Why are you still so cowardly today?”

When Huailiang walked in the European competition area, he seemed to be walking in his back garden, while complimenting with the European chefs who greeted him.

At the same time, I filled up a moving smile and answered from time to time, don't worry, I'll take a look first,

Oh, Tom, your skills seem to have improved a little, but you British guys are not annoyed by this set of fried fish and potatoes?

Even in front of you, I would like to say that Britain has no food culture at all. These fried fish and potatoes on the street will sooner or later turn you all into fat guys.

The French and Italian chefs burst into laughter. The one they looked down upon the most were these British country bumpkins. Chef Huai said it very well.

Zhou Aiguo then laughed, and suddenly saw Chef Tom's fierce gaze, he immediately shrank his head and hid behind Zhou Dong.

Then he was pulled to Tom by Liangren Huai and forced him to taste half of the fried fish: "Patriotic, speak up bravely. If you are asked to choose, will you throw the score card to him?"

"Of course not!"

Looking at the teacher who was smiling and silent, Zhou Aiguo suddenly felt blessed and even pushed his chest down, sneering: "Even if my teacher frys a piece of tofu, it is a hundred times better than this fish!"

Zhou Dong smiled when he heard this. It seemed that there was a student who followed behind and flattered him anytime and anywhere.

Huai Liangren patted Zhou Aiguo's shoulder heavily and laughed: "Good example, a child can teach you!"

Perhaps because of the encouragement of Huailiangren and the majesty of his teacher, Zhou Aiguo gradually became familiar with the role of the fox in the form of a tiger.

From being timid at the beginning to walking back and forth in the arena with his hands on his back, he was so bold that he tasted the masterpieces of two-star Michelin stars or even three-star chefs.

Foie gras, French snails, lobsters, pasta, steak, red wine, cheese that has produced precious mold...

Even if you are the prince of a small African country, there are many delicacies here that Zhou Aiguo has never eaten or seen.

Just like Liu Laolao who gradually became familiar with the Grand View Garden, the little prince of African food has begun to let herself go.

When he encounters a food exhibit that satisfies him, he will eat a few more bites, and then he will smile a mysterious smile as if he is a teacher, turn around and leave gently, leaving behind the legend of brother in the European competition area.

Zhou Dong and Huailiangren walked slowly behind the boy. When they met the booth he had lingered, they would also walk over to taste the food on the booth.

Huai Liangren looked at Zhou Aiguo's back and smiled and said, "I thought you were a bit sloppy when I accepted students yesterday. Now it seems that you have a good eye.

This kid himself didn't know that he had a naturally sensitive tongue, perhaps it was his mother's inheritance?"

"Not just the tongue, Zhou Dong has simply picked up the treasure."

Lu Luxin, who had been staring at Zhou Aiguo and didn't speak much, said, "When I taught him the sword skills yesterday, I found that this kid was very talented.

Some so-called geniuses take two or three days to fully master the straw raincoat knife technique. He only practiced it sixteen times and then fully mastered it.

When practicing stir-frying crocodile meat, this kid actually learned it without a teacher and gradually mastered the skill of stir-frying hotly.

If he was my student, I would be sure to make him a third-level chef for three months, and he would be a full-time expert in both red and white cases!"

"I can only say it's OK."

Huailiangren looked at Zhou Aiguo, who was standing in front of a booth and was savoring red wine, shook his head and said, "It's considered talented, but it's not very good."

When I was practicing the straw raincoat knife technique, I just saw the master do it once. I still need to practice such a simple knife technique for sixteen times before I can succeed?”

"Haha, except Zhou Dong, who can compete with you, the monster?"

Lu Luxin was very worried about Zhou Aiguo's unfairness and gave Huailiang a blank look and said, "Zhou Dong, don't listen to him, this guy just pretends to be X.

By the way, how are you going to cultivate Zhou Aiguo? Don’t waste such good materials.

If you don’t want to care about it, you can give it to us Su Chu, I will take it!"

"Haha, since you said Lu Zhentou is a piece of material, of course my expectations for him are higher..."

Zhou Dong glanced at Lu Luxin and Huailiangren and said, "My bottom line requirement for him is to enter the finals."

"Going to the finals? This is just a bottom line requirement, what about higher requirements?"

Although he is optimistic about Zhou Aiguo, Lu Luxin can't help but frown secretly.

If Zhou Aiguo wants to enter the finals, he must first become the top three in the Australian and American African competition zones, and then compete with the top three in the additional zones, and choose one to compete for the semi-finals.

Even if Zhou Aiguo got this semi-final spot, he would have to defeat the island country in the end, and he would be fourth in the Smida country and the European division to qualify for the finals.

With Zhou Dong's tips and her help, it is not too difficult for Zhou Aiguo to win the semi-finals. After all, there is no match for Australia and the United States and the additional areas.

But it would not be easy to defeat the island country, the fourth place in the mixed competition between Smith and European competitions.

These countries are all food-strong tourism. Even if they are ranked fourth, how could Zhou Aiguo deal with it?

“Higher requirements?”

Zhou Dong's answer almost scared Zhou Aiguo, who had just walked back, and said: "I hope to see him win the top three in the finals!"

"How is this possible!"

Lu Luxin shook her head repeatedly.

Huai Liangren looked at Zhou Dong with some annoyance: "Old Zhou, who do you look down on?"

In Huai Liangren's opinion, the gold and silver medal in the final stage is basically his and Zhou Dong's possession.

The bronze medal is likely to be produced from Ham, Smitha, Chezaihei, Inukai Jingzhai, and Italy's top chef Arecio and others.

Zhou Aiguo has talent, but he is still far from being a monster genius like Zhou Dong, not to mention his weak foundation, his true strength is probably not as good as any third-level chef in China.

With such strength, dare to covet the top three in the finals?

What Huailiangren was annoyed was not Zhou Aiguo, but Zhou Dong.

This is no longer inflated but arrogant. Don’t you mean that you can just find an African boy to train for a few days and kill those opponents that I have to pay attention to?

Then if you were asked to teach him a few more days, would you be able to kill me?

"Lao Huai, you misunderstood, I mean..."
Chapter completed!