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Chapter 127 Japanese Ramen.

A team of chefs scrambled to start kneading the dough.

Cao Wei asked Li Liao and Sagi Kanai to start kneading the dough too.

The time limit for this game is one hour.

under the open air.

Cao Wei stood aside, sitting on a stool he got from somewhere, and looked at everyone lazily.

Luo Qing walked around the arena with her mobile phone.

The audience in the live broadcast room were very enthusiastic and kept brushing gifts for Luo Qing.

But when Luo Qing came back from a circle and noticed the lazy Cao Wei.

The audience in the live broadcast room immediately brushed up their laughing expressions.

"The little boss looks down on other chefs so much. Seeing that other chefs are working hard, he doesn't feel nervous at all."

"Little boss, this is the posture of a king, and he doesn't care about other people's face at all."

"The little boss is so crazy, the little boss is a real person."

"Oh... there's no way, the little boss is a genius."

... Various comments swiped the screen.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

Many chefs have already sliced ​​ramen noodles.

Every chef has a good knife.

Some even start showing off the carved radish after cutting the ramen.

In this regard, Cao Wei only wants to use the word "stupid cross" to describe it.

He lazily stood up and stretched himself.

"Look, the little boss is about to make a move."

"When the king moves, you will not kneel down."

"I don't know how the little boss's knife skills are?"

"Come on, little boss, you are the best."

...Everyone in the live broadcast room started to refresh their screens again.

Cao Wei certainly didn't know about this.

He glanced around curiously, then lay down again.

The audience in the live broadcast room froze for a moment.

They were all at a loss.

Li Liao, Sagi Kanai, and Cao Wei had cooked together, and stood beside him very calmly, playing with their mobile phones.

When the time comes to 45 minutes.

Cao Wei finally stood up.

The moment I pick up the kitchen knife, I feel like a chef.

The knife technique is weird and unpredictable, cutting a ball of noodles in minutes.

After stretching it casually, it was thrown into the boiling pot.

It was hot.

Cao Wei stood by the pot and stirred it with long chopsticks for a while.

Wait until the color changes a little and pick it up.

Boil the water again, add a few grains of salt, pour it into a bowl, and then put it in the ramen.

A bowl of light vermicelli is ready in just 10 minutes.

The excellent employees of the Cao Group came over at this time.

Glancing at Cao Wei's cooked noodles, he frowned.

"Little brother, you don't want to abstain, do you? Use this to fool us." The excellent employee said.

The audience in Luo Qing's live broadcast room exploded again.

They have complained about the ignorance of outstanding employees.

Cao Wei wished that the outstanding employees would not eat ramen, so that he would be eliminated early so that he could go home and sleep.

But this employee is very dedicated.

Although I don't like the noodles cooked by Cao Wei.

But still symbolically picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth.

Chew twice.

The taste buds suffered an instant shock.

"It's so delicious!" The employee couldn't help shouting out.

The other chefs and employees turned their heads to look.

The chefs felt that Cao Wei must be sensationalizing and buying off the staff.

But the employees all knew that the one in front of Cao Wei was the most talked-about sales manager of the Cao Group.

There is basically nothing he likes to eat.

But this time Cao Wei's ramen was taken by him.

It is conceivable how wonderful Cao Wei's ramen is.

"Brother, can you keep your voice down, I don't want to be famous." Cao Wei said bitterly.

The staff ignored Cao Wei, quickly finished the ramen, and greedily looked at the two remaining ramen in Cao Wei's pot.

"Brother, can you give me those two too?" the employee said shyly.

Cao Wei hesitated, and took out two ramen noodles for him.

"Thank you." The employee was overjoyed.

After eating two ramen noodles, he showed a happy expression.

Cao Wei also smiled.

The true meaning of food is to make people happy and make people smile.

Now the employees eat the ramen cooked by themselves and feel very happy, which means they are successful.

"You have advanced." The employee said.

Cao Wei seemed very calm about this.

It's just that there is a little regret in my heart that I can't go home and sleep early.

"Oh..." Li Liao sighed.

The employee was puzzled but looked at him.

Li Liao explained: "Sure enough, with Xiao Cao Cao around, promotion is not easy."

After the staff listened, they looked at Cao Wei: "Mr. Cao, I want to hire you to be the head of the cafeteria of the Cao Group. I don't know if you agree or not."

"Forget it, I'm busy." Cao Wei refused.

The audience in Luo Qing's studio breathed a sigh of relief.

If Cao Wei had really agreed just now, then they probably would have to go to the cafeteria of the Cao Group for their meals in the future.

"Sigh... It's our loss that a gourmet master like Mr. Cao can't join the Cao Group." The employee clenched his fist with his right hand and beat his chest, walking away with a look of grief on his face.

Cao Wei shook his head helplessly.

That's why I don't want to participate in the ramen contest.

There will always be a carelessness that shatters a person's fragile little heart.

"Time is over, chefs, please stop." The host shouted from the stage.

Almost all of the more than 50 chefs have finished their ramen.

At a glance, there are all kinds of things, which makes people feel embarrassed.

Cao Wei stood there watching all the outstanding employees go to taste.

Soon, the team of thirty chefs was eliminated directly.

Of course, it's not that the noodles cooked by these people are not delicious.

It was bad luck that he was assigned to some excellent employees who did not suit his taste.

"Okay, let's ask the rest of the chefs to get ready. Later, the vice president of our Cao Group will come up to draw the final round, the type of ramen that everyone needs to make." The host said.

There was an uproar downstairs.

Each of them has a different style.

If you get ramen that you are not good at making, you can imagine the result.

"I'm against this rule," a cook yelled.

The four referees looked at the man at the same time.

This man was thirty years old and was a chef in a certain restaurant.

He looks rough, but he has no brains.

"This chef, as chefs, I don't think there is anything wrong with this rule. Every talented chef should try to make different ramen to cater to different customers." The judge on the far left got up and said.

The chef was speechless and stood there with his mouth shut.

Cao Wei has no objection to this rule.

After all, who he is is Xiao Cao Cao.

…Not long after, a handsome, well-built man came on stage.

If Cao Wei's guess is correct, this person should be the so-called vice president.

"Hello everyone, I'm Cao Dian, the vice president of the Cao Group. Our president originally wanted to come here in person this time, but unfortunately, something happened at the last moment, so we were delayed. So I will lead the draw this time." After finishing, Cao Dian put his hand into the box used for drawing lots.

After fumbling around, he took out a piece of paper.

He opened his eyes and read aloud: "Japanese ramen."

"It's over." Li Liao felt his mind explode.

If he gets seafood ramen or something, he can go up and give it a try.

But this got Japanese ramen.

It formed a sharp contrast with Cao Wei's clear soup noodles.

Just two extremes.

"What's the end? Don't you think I can't cook Japanese ramen?" Cao Wei looked disdainful.

Li Liao suddenly realized something: "Do you really know Japanese ramen?"

"A little bit." Cao Wei smiled warmly.

Then the sponsors on the stage ran a wave of advertisements, and for the fairness of the game, they directly started the live broadcast.

Cao Wei expressed no objection to this.

It's just that if this Japanese ramen doesn't have Japanese soy sauce, bacon, and eggs, it always feels like something is missing.

(End of this chapter)