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After entering room number one, Shen Wu was a little shocked.

Is this the kitchen of a five-star hotel?

The floor is clean and free of stains, the walls and equipment are also kept clean, and the internal facilities are very complete, with all kinds of stainless steel tables, kitchen cabinets and stoves.

A middle-aged man in chef's uniform came over.

Jiandan greeted the ten people in front of him, and then asked someone to give each of them a set of chef uniforms.

Gao Liyong saw Shen Wu standing at the edge, his eyes narrowed, he looked her up and down, and said bluntly: "Little girl, we want a chef, not a waiter, you've walked into the wrong room."

Shen Wu straightened his back: "I am the chef."

Voices of ridicule and mockery rang out one after another.

"You have skinny arms and legs. I'm afraid you can't even flip a pot. And you dare to call yourself a chef."

"I felt something was wrong when she sneaked into the team just now. She is so beautiful, she should be a waitress. I didn't expect that she had the guts to follow in."

"You all should take it easy for a while. If the little girl loses too badly, she will probably cry."

"I'm not her father. I don't care if she cries or not. No matter how young she is, she is still an adult. Don't you know that competition in this world is cruel?"

[Although I don’t think the boss lady has the ability to be a chef, the faces of these men are also very annoying. What kind of stereotype is this? Who says that beautiful girls must be waitresses? ]

[I support the boss sister in spirit. Can you cheer up and smash these people's faces? ]

[Don't even think about it. It's good enough that the boss sister didn't cry because of the abuse. She's dreaming of getting slapped in the face!]

[It may sound harsh, but it's true. If you can't even flip a pot, what kind of chef are you? If you don't want to be treated as a vase, show your real skills.]

[A boss sister like her is still flipping the pot. She is good enough at flipping the pot. If she can flip the big iron pot, I will chop off my head and let her flip it.]

Gao Liyong looked at Shen Wu and asked amidst bursts of laughter: "Which restaurant are you a chef from?"

Shen Wu is a national first-class chef, but that was in her previous life. In this life, she cannot produce any supporting documentation related to her career as a chef.

Fortunately, she was strong enough to remain calm and said, "I'm a stay-at-home chef."

The original owner had been working as a nanny for Gu Chenyan at home, and she also cooked for him. Isn't she just a stay-at-home mom?

"Garytown?" Gao Liyong thought for a second, "Is it the American Garytown?"

Shen Wu nodded: "Yeah, that's right."

[Are you sure it's Garridon and not a stay-at-home mom? ]

[Why do I feel like she is talking nonsense in a serious manner? ]

[She must be a full-time nanny who stays at home, but she still wants to flatter herself. You should have some shame. ]

Gao Liyong was skeptical: "Okay, then put on your chef's uniform quickly. We'll see if you can do it or not in a moment."

Shen Wu put on his chef's uniform, fixed his long hair and put on his chef's hat, determined not to let a single strand of hair fly out.

At the same time, in a small room behind the kitchen, three judges were staring at the real-time large screen to check the situation in the kitchen.

The door was pushed open and a man in a haute couture suit walked in.

The judge sitting in the middle saw a familiar figure and quickly stood up to greet him: "Mr. Fu, why are you here in person? Just leave the small matter of selecting the chef to us."

The other two people also stood up and greeted him respectfully.

Fu Xingyuan took a long step, walked to the leather sofa in the room and sat down, waving his hands at the three judges: "You guys do your own things, don't worry about me."

The man's aura was so strong that when he came in, the huge space instantly became cramped. Even if he didn't say a word, it was enough to make people feel an invisible oppressive force.

The three people looked at each other, and no one dared to sit down.

Special Assistant Zhou closed the door, walked up to the three people, and said in a low voice: "Don't be nervous. You also know about Mr. Fu. He just came here to discuss something. He heard that you are recruiting chefs for five-star hotels, so he came to see if he could meet someone who would be compatible with him."

The three judges then breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in their chairs.

The fact that the master of the Fu family suffers from severe anorexia is no longer a secret in the Yuncheng culinary world.

All well-known chefs were invited to work as head chefs in the Fu family with an annual salary of tens of millions, but no one could stay there for more than three months.

It is said that this gentleman has an extremely picky palate. No matter what kind of food he puts in his mouth, he can always taste the taste of detergent.

Eating is supposed to be a very enjoyable thing, but for him, it is almost like torture.

This is equivalent to having to drink detergent every day to survive. Who wouldn’t collapse?

Fortunately, the boss has a strong willpower. If he were an ordinary person, he would have hanged himself because he could not bear the torture.

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There are three rounds in the cooking competition, including knife skills, cooking techniques and dish creativity. Gao Liyong will be in charge of these three rounds. The finished dishes made by the ten interviewees will be tasted by three judges. The interviewee with the highest comprehensive score will win the final victory.

With the participation of Shen Wu, Gao Liyong did not want to waste time on meaningless comments, so he temporarily added a wok-tumbling warm-up before the formal competition.

Those who are not competent in flipping the pot will be eliminated directly and will not be qualified to enter the formal competition.

The purpose of setting up this link is also to quickly eliminate Shen Wu.

There were various iron pots on the stove. Gao Liyong stood in front of the stove and pointed at it. He looked at Shen Wu and said:

"Everyone will be flipping the same pot in a while. As for which pot to flip, it's up to you to choose. This is also a special treatment for you. When you go out, don't say that we are a group of big men bullying a little girl like you."

Shen Wu walked forward, and just when everyone thought she would choose the lightest iron pot, she waved her hand lightly and pointed to the heaviest iron pot on the stove: "Let's take this one."

"Are you sure?" Gao Liyong's eyelids twitched.

The other nine people looked at each other in bewilderment. This big iron pot was estimated to weigh ten pounds, and they were afraid that it would cost them their lives.

"Sure." Shen Wu returned the words that had mocked her just now, "If you can't even flip an iron pot, don't call yourself a chef."

Gao Liyong glanced around and asked, "Are there any problems with the other people?"

Someone immediately raised his hand in response: "Yes! This iron pot looks like it weighs more than ten pounds. The heaviest iron pot I've ever tossed weighs only three or four pounds. The little girl picked such a heavy one right away. It's obvious that she's deliberately trying to make fun of us."

"Yes! She is number ten, and she will be the last one to toss the wok. With such a heavy iron wok, she will cripple the nine of us in front of her. Won't she have no rivals in the next few rounds of competition?"

"The little girl is young, but she has a very vicious heart. She has no real skills and is always playing tricks. In my opinion, she should be kicked out now and not allowed to stay and cause trouble!"