Lou Ming never dreamed that his exposure would be so ridiculously easy.
The reason, surprisingly, was his inherited foul mouth!
Had he known the reason, he would probably regret not paying more attention to his students' moral character.
With the tragic sight of his senior disciple, Xiao Quan, vividly in her mind, Qian Xue dared not say another word. She lowered her head and focused on the flour before her.
Zhang Wei, however, was in no hurry. He slowly ground the flour while observing the three of them.
As expected, the Italian-style restaurant was making pizza, using a generous amount of cheese, shredded carrots, onions, minced meat, and so on. The dough preparation was standard, and the filling was spread evenly.
"A mature work. While it has no obvious advantages, it also has no obvious disadvantages."
Zui Jin Zhi chose shrimp and asparagus rolls, using edible flower petals instead of dried tofu skin (qian zhang). This was a stroke of genius impossible to find on Blue Star or in Food Wars.
Looking at the ingredients that included sake, red bean paste, candied cherries, and strawberry powder, the final creation should lean towards pastry, a sweet delicacy.
Finally, there was Qian Xue. This girl's technique was clearly superior. Her choice of ingredients, preparation, and execution were all flawless. Compared to the other contestants, her skill level was a tier higher.
Qian Xue, annoyed by his constant scrutiny, snapped at Zhang Wei, "Are you just going to watch? If you can't cook, you don't have to participate. Don't embarrass yourself!"
Zhang Wei chuckled, "The outcome is already decided, why the rush? I'll be the one to win in the end anyway."
"Idiot."
"You don't believe me?"
Qian Xue retorted furiously, "How dare you!"
Zhang Wei played along, "How about this, why don't we make a bet? We'll bet on who among the four of us wins."
Speaking of bets, Qian Xue was reminded of Xiao Quan's pathetic state.
Her head shook like a rattle drum.
"See, that's no fun. Let's have a small bet, just between us, and keep it quiet."
Qian Xue remained silent, daring not to agree.
"Uninteresting."
Zhang Wei leaned back in his chair, leisurely flipping through a magazine, showing no sign of being aware of the competition.
Qian Xue's veins bulged, and she almost threw her spatula.
"Are you here to sleep? Perhaps the hotel's round bed would suit you better!"
"To deal with you amateurs, do I need to be serious? My casual five- or seven-minute work can easily beat you all."
"You're full of crap!"
"Tsk, tsk, don't believe me? Let's bet!"
"Get lost!"
Qian Xue's eyes flashed with anger, and she could barely hold her cleaver steady.
She had learned from Lou Ming for years. Who wouldn't show her respect? She was the one who taunted others; how had she ever been taunted like this?
If it weren't for that fool Xiao Quan, she wouldn't have to be so cautious.
Time ticked by, minute by minute.
The contestants on the stage gradually fell silent, focusing on the dishes before them.
Only Zhang Wei, with his legs crossed, leisurely ground his flour, showing no hint of urgency.
Time is up!
The four of them presented their dishes to the judging panel.
"We would like to formally introduce a few judges to the audience."
"The gourmet"