The Game of Life-Chapter 868 - 867 The Competition Begins (Extra for

Chapter 868 -867: The Competition Begins (Extra for Alliance Hierarch AnJing!)

Chapter 868 -867: The Competition Begins (Extra for Alliance Hierarch AnJing!)

Although there was a slight mishap before the contest began, the competition still started on time. That little accident immediately made Jiang Feng, the moment he entered the stage, look not at the judges or the host, but at Wang Hao in the second row. Only after confirming that Wang Hao was in low spirits and that his banner had been taken away, which presumably meant he couldn’t cause any trouble, did Jiang Feng breathe a sigh of relief and reveal a smile of relief.

Chef Arno, who was closely watching Jiang Feng: ?

What was that smile about? Is he looking down on me?

“Good morning to all our viewers present here today and those watching our live stream online. This program is sponsored by Good Taste and broadcasted under its name. All kitchen equipment, seasonings, and ingredients used in this competition are provided by the Good Taste Company. When buying soy sauce, choose Good Taste—Good Taste soy sauce, bringing you the warm flavor of home,” the host started off by reading an advertising spiel, which instantly reminded Jiang Feng of the pains he took two years ago, repeating the same advertisement phrase for the Good Taste soy sauce hundreds of times.

Jiang Feng couldn’t help but shiver at the memory.

“Fengfeng, what’s wrong with you? Did you not get enough rest last night?” Wu Minqi immediately asked.

Jiang Feng shook his head: “Nothing much, it’s just that I got a little scared when I suddenly heard the Good Taste soy sauce advertisement.”

Wu Minqi: ?

During the lull in their conversation, the host swiftly went through the competition rules and briefly introduced the contestants with breakneck speed. The audience cooperated wonderfully, responding with thunderous applause. Among them, sisters Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian clapped their hands especially hard, and Jiang Feng could hear them shouting from the first row, “Come on, little brother!”

Under these circumstances, even Wang Hao did not add his usual “Feng is awesome,” which showed that the lessons in love from De and Cheng were very successful.

With the familiar countdown starting on the big screen, the Good Taste China-America King of Chefs Championship final officially commenced.

Everyone sprang into action.

Chef Arno and Jiang Feng almost immediately headed to the ingredients area, both aiming for the same targets: whole chickens, pork bones, ham, and other items suitable for making rich broths.

There were many whole chickens in the area, but there was only one that was plump, large, and of excellent quality, uniquely suitable for making a rich broth.

It was the one on the very top.

Jiang Feng and Chef Arno had set their sights on it at the same time.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The commentators’ voices rose in excitement; back in Shu, Old Sir Wu, who was squinting at the live broadcast on a tablet while wearing reading glasses, pushed them up on the bridge of his nose and listened carefully to the commentary.

“We can see that Taifeng Building’s Master Jiang Feng and Top Floor Restaurant’s Chef Arno are both eyeing the chicken on the top. From the chicken’s quality, we can tell this is indeed a very fat and perfect chicken for soup making. Oh, the camera has given us a wide shot. From that wide shot, we can see there are no chickens on the shelf with better quality than this one—it’s clear that a foreseeable battle over this chicken is about to begin. Let’s look at Chef Arno’s expression—he looks very serious, and the camera is back on Master Jiang Feng—he doesn’t seem too happy either…”

The host’s rapid-fire, incessant chatter came through the tablet, which had one worrying that he may not catch his breath and could just keel over.

“What nonsense, all just flowery nonsense,” Old Sir Wu decisively muted the sound.

Although Old Sir Wu was quite annoyed with the commentator’s rambling nonsense, for many people who were only somewhat interested in the contest and who didn’t have much knowledge about it, the commentators’ thrilling but pointless chatter was still quite attractive.

To keep the more than ten hours of live broadcast from being too dull, the program team had specifically invited two professionals who were very good at talking nonsense to commentate on this bound-to-be-dull culinary competition, much like a sports broadcast. There was one commentator in Chinese and another in English, each in different rooms, without interfering with each other.

Jiang Feng glanced at Chef Arno, who also glanced back at Jiang Feng.

Their eyes met, and the intent to battle was palpable.

Jiang Feng made his move, using the snatching skills he had honed over the years at New Year’s Eve dinners, successfully taking a whole chicken from Chef Arno’s grasp.

Three minutes later, Chef Arno struck back in the ribs section.

The vegetables hadn’t even touched water, or to be precise, hadn’t even been placed on the chopping board, yet the tension between the two was already at its peak.

“The Little Boss is pretty nimble, huh? I thought he wouldn’t manage to grab that chicken just now,” remarked Zhang Weiyu, who sat in the third row next to Sang Ming.

Actually, he didn’t want to express such amazement over such a trivial and meaningless incident; it was mainly because he would die of boredom if he didn’t say something soon. The production team had too many leftover tickets, so the first row, third row, and some parts of the second row were all filled with Taifeng’s employees. All the kitchen staff and some key front-house staff arrived today, having woken up even earlier than they would for work on a day that was supposed to be a holiday, and they were told it was team building, yet they weren’t allowed to use their phones.

Mrs. Wang Xiulian had issued a clear rule: this competition’s performance was directly tied to the annual performance assessment, and anyone caught using their phone during the competition would be fined 200 from their year-end bonus for each instance.

If anyone could see past the towering backs of the Jiang Family members in the first row, they would discover that Mrs. Wang Xiulian was currently updating her WeChat moments.

Compared to the bloody battle Jiang Feng and Chef Arno had over grabbing ingredients, Wu Minqi and Rolan’s ingredient selection appeared quite mundane, almost like carrying bricks.

Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai dragged bags of mung beans, red beans, rice, Xiaomi, and various other ingredients needed for porridge one bag at a time onto the cooking stage, while Rolan, with his two temporary sidekicks, hoisted bags of flour, eggs, sugar, and other cake-making ingredients box by box onto the stage.

The involved parties were already sweating from the effort and hadn’t even started cooking yet; if you knew they were there to compete, you would understand, but if not, you’d think they were there to haul bricks.

“Fengfeng, for the first five pots, should we cook preserved egg and lean pork porridge or eight treasures porridge?” Wu Minqi had already started rinsing rice, not the small pot by small pot way one might at home, but scooping out huge amounts as if preparing feed for pigs.

The audience’s attention was largely focused on Wu Minqi because they knew that whatever Wu Minqi cooked would be what they could eat; whatever Jiang Feng cooked, no matter how delicious, was of no concern to them.

For a moment, Wu Minqi even felt like he was the true protagonist of today’s competition.

“Let’s do it in batches, start with preserved egg and lean pork porridge, then eight treasures porridge, followed by pumpkin porridge, vegetable and lean meat porridge, and seafood porridge. Those five types of porridge should be about right. After the porridge is done, we can see about cooking something else,” Jiang Feng had a plan in mind.

“Okay,” Wu Minqi continued rinsing rice.

Sun Maochai and Sun Jikai were working on the ingredients for the abalone and sea cucumber soup. Seeing that the workload on Wu Minqi’s side was too great, Sun Maochai instructed Sun Jikai to help Wu Minqi, whilst he could manage his side of the work alone.

With Sun Jikai’s assistance, Wu Minqi’s pace at rinsing rice and slicing meat visibly quickened.

The first pot of porridge was soon filled with water and placed on the stove, where it began to cook under Jiang Feng’s supervision and necessary involvement.

On the other side, Chef Arno was still processing pig bones.

Chef Arno, just like Jiang Feng, was preparing soup, but his wouldn’t be considered a high broth; rather, it should be called a rich soup made from stewed pig bones and chicken, and he needed many more ingredients than Jiang Feng—mostly meat, almost to the point of monotony.

With pork from various parts, chicken, and a little bit of beef, Chef Arno’s stewed soup still bore his strong personal style, embodying the unbridled approach of his cooking.

In between handling ingredients, Chef Arno also took an interest in the progress on the opposite side.

Jiang Feng’s progress was about the same as his, but the cake was much further behind the porridge.

Rolan and his team were still kneading dough.

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“Shit!” Chef Arno had never expected that these three good-for-nothings would be the ones holding him back.

“Can’t you guys be a little faster? Kneading dough at such a snail’s pace! Haven’t you seen they’ve already started cooking the porridge over there? Hurry up, pick up the pace!”

Rolan: ?

What’s wrong with you?

Shit!

“Alright.” Rolan quietly sped up the kneading process.