After crossing, I surrounded the capital from the countryside

"Yes, that's true." County Magistrate Zhang nodded.

Xu Qingqing continued: "In this case, why don't we hold a cooking competition in Lun Xiaoyao?"

Magistrate Zhang: "Chef's Contest?"

Xu Qingqing had already prepared a flow chart, so she answered the questions fluently.

Xu Qingqing smiled and explained the rules of the Cooking God Contest to Magistrate Zhang in detail: "Yes, Lord Zhang. The Cooking God Contest, as the name suggests, is a competition of cooking skills. We will invite famous chefs from the local area and surrounding areas to participate. Of course, if the common people think they have good cooking skills, they can also sign up to participate. They need to cook the most delicious dishes with designated ingredients within a limited time."

"The process of the competition is as follows. First, we will hold a preliminary round to let all contestants show their cooking skills. Then the judges and the audience will vote together to select the top 20 to enter the semi-finals. In the semi-finals, we will increase the difficulty and require contestants to create dishes that match the theme we provide. Finally, after strict selection by the judges, the top three will be selected to enter the finals."

"The rules for the finals will be stricter. We will ask the contestants to cook freely without specifying the ingredients and to cook a dish that best represents their cooking skills. Finally, the judges and the audience will vote together to select the final chef."

"As the organizer, Lun Xiaoyao will give out rewards based on the rankings obtained."

As Xu Qingqing spoke, she took out the process chart and schedule that she had prepared long ago from her sleeve and handed them to Magistrate Zhang: "Sir Zhang, this is the detailed process and rules of the competition. Please take a look."

Magistrate Zhang took the process sheet and read it carefully.

After a while, he raised his head and nodded approvingly: "Miss Xu, your idea is really great. This cooking competition can not only showcase our local cooking skills, but also attract more diners to taste it. It really kills two birds with one stone. I support you!"

"So what exactly do you need me to do?"

Xu Qingqing shook her head: "Since this matter was initiated by us, Lun Xiaoyao, then naturally we are responsible for everything. Sir Zhang, you only need to write a banner for our cooking competition. This will prove that you agree to hold this competition. When everyone sees the banner, no one will find fault and refuse to cooperate."

Magistrate Zhang was in a good mood, but he still asked again: "You really don't need my help? If this cooking competition is successful, it will also be a credit to me. Is there anything else Miss Xu wants?"

Xu Qingqing bowed and said, "Really, there's nothing else, Lord Zhang. It's our honor to be able to do something for our place." She said with a smile.

Magistrate Zhang laughed heartily and praised Xu Qingqing even more: "Great! You are worthy of being Miss Xu. I look forward to your performance in Lun Xiaoyao."

With the support of County Magistrate Zhang, Xu Qingqing confidently left the county government office holding the banner.

After returning, she began to prepare for the God of Cooking Competition. On the one hand, she sent people to post notices in a large area to publicize the news that Lun Xiaoyao was going to hold the God of Cooking Competition; on the other hand, she sent people to the major restaurants around to send invitations to the God of Cooking Competition, inviting these local famous chefs and restaurants to participate.

At the same time, Xu Qingqing also posted an announcement that there are many experts among the people and there will be rewards for recommending them.

Any common people who recommend good cooking skills to participate in the competition can get five taels of silver as long as they pass the preliminary round.

As soon as the news came out, the people who originally felt that they had no interest in participating cheered and clamored to find their own relatives...

"Oh, I have to call my eldest daughter-in-law..."

"My third aunt's second aunt's son's wife seems to be a good cook too!"

"Can I recommend myself?"

"Go away, don't you know how much you weigh?"

"Hey, how can you say that? I think my cooking is delicious..."

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For a moment, the whole town was boiling as if it was on fire!

On the streets and after dinner, people are all talking enthusiastically about the cooking competition that is about to open grandly.

Because Lun Xiaoyao would also be participating in the competition, Xu Qingqing took great pains to ensure the fairness and authority of the event and to avoid gossip.

She is well aware that it is difficult to satisfy everyone, but it is not easy to ensure that every dish receives fair evaluation.

So she did not hesitate to run around and personally visit those famous gourmets.

These gourmets are not simple! Not only are they experts in eating all kinds of delicacies in the world, but they also have extremely keen insight and judgment about food.

Xu Qingqing believes that only a group of people who truly understand and know how to eat can be worthy of the responsibility of being judges for the first God of Cooking Competition.

After a lot of hard work, Xu Qingqing finally got her wish and invited this group of senior foodies to form a strong professional jury.

As the list of judges was announced, the negative voices among the onlookers who had questioned whether Xiaoyao was manipulating the competition since he was both hosting it and participating in it personally gradually disappeared.

The reason is simple. All the judges on the list are well-known local gourmets, and some of them are known for their discerning tastes and sharp words.

What is even more striking is that County Magistrate Zhang’s name is listed at the top of the list.

From now on, no one dares to make up nonsense remarks anymore.

When major restaurants and chefs received invitations to the Lun Xiaoyao Cooking Competition, their reactions varied.

In a plain and simple restaurant, but with many regular customers, the owner Li Ming was reading the letter that had just been delivered.

When he saw the words "Invitation to the MasterChef Contest", his eyes immediately lit up.

He put down the letter in his hand, turned around and shouted to Chef Zhang in the kitchen, "Chef Zhang, come and see, we have received an invitation to the God of Cooking Competition!"

Upon hearing this, Master Zhang came running out, his body still covered in sweat from busy cooking in the kitchen.

He took the letter, read it carefully, and an excited smile appeared on his face: "Hahahaha, although I don't understand it very well, I can recognize the words "Chef God Competition", which are exactly the same as those on the bulletin board! This is great, this is a good opportunity to show my skills! The reputation of our restaurant will rely on this competition to reach a higher level!"

"Master Zhang, you must perform well when the time comes. Show us your best skills. Our restaurant is counting on you!"

In another small restaurant, the young chef Xiao Li was busy preparing dishes. Xiao Wang, the waiter and his good friend, rushed in, waving an invitation in his hand: "Brother Li, look, we've been invited to participate in the God of Cooking Competition!"