Chapter 801: Chapter 800: 8 Little Creatures Chapter 801: Chapter 800: 8 Little Creatures About Sunday’s test, Jiang Feng actually didn’t care too much about it.
With an ultra-high managent score of 8997 as a base, Jiang Feng could entirely ignore any test. As long as no points were deducted in the tests, Taifeng Building would remain invincible.
Moreover, since the production team ntioned that the test would be conducted in individual stores and set the ti before three o’clock in the afternoon, it obviously wasn’t a very difficult or exhausting test. Before going to bed, Jiang Feng had pondered what Sunday’s test might involve. In his view, the tests that could be completed in the store were nothing more than single-person abilities in Seasoning and Knifework, and those without the presence of a judge.
As it turned out, he had thought too little.
Jiang Feng was still too young, and his experience with variety shows wasn’t rich enough. Even with minor tests conducted separately in each restaurant, the production team could still create so surprises.
For the sake of ratings and sensational monts, the production team could do anything.
So, when Jiang Feng and his three companions rushed to Taifeng Building at 2:30 pm and saw a line of little creatures, their hearts were bewildered and panicked.
Especially since one of these eight little creatures was a face he knew too well, Han Youxin!
At 2:30 pm, there were no custors inside the store, and most employees had taken the break ti to go shopping, eat, or sit in coffee shops. The only ones in the empty lobby were a few scattered waiters, three program staff mbers, four caran, and eight little creatures.
On how much trouble eight little creatures could cause, Jiang Feng was very aware; he had volunteered at an aristocratic primary school before. Especially in a dangerous place like a kitchen, without supervision, they could even ss up sothing as simple as making porridge.
“I suppose today’s test isn’t going to be teaching them how to cook, is it?” Wu Minqi muttered.
The production team quickly gave them an answer.
Today’s test content, of course, was not about teaching kids to cook, for if it were about teaching kids, this competitive culinary show would turn into a harmonious, friendly one filled with laughter for children, which was not what the production team wanted.
Instead, today’s test for Jiang Feng and others was to cook dishes desired by these eight little creatures.
All eight kids were regular patrons’ children at Taifeng Building, whose frequency of dining at the restaurant had been scrutinized by the production team. After securing the parents’ consent, these kids were borrowed for the afternoon to place orders.
It was no wonder Han Youxin was here; Han Guishan was certainly one of the most frequent diners at Taifeng. He practically considered Taifeng Building his cafeteria, wishing he could have all his als there if only Taifeng provided breakfast.
“Today’s test is very simple. These eight kids will ntion the types and general categories of dishes they want to eat, but they won’t provide specific dish nas. The four competing chefs will have to prepare dishes accordingly, and then these eight kids will score them. The scoring system is based on 100 points, and these kids’ scores will be tripled for this test score, which will be included in this week’s total score,” explained the rule-announcing lady.
“The test ti is from three to five o’clock, giving the contestants only two hours to prepare the dishes. Please make good use of your ti. It’s 3:40 now, and you have twenty minutes left. If you have any questions, now is the ti to ask,” said the miss.
“Is it the sa in other restaurants?” asked Sun Maochai.
“Yes, the sa rules and standards were used to select eight kids at other restaurants too,” nodded the miss. “The kids we’ve chosen this ti are between the ages of six and eleven years old. There won’t be any unusually older or younger kids involved. Please be assured, we’ve made this test as fair and unbiased as possible.”
Considering children aged six to eleven can already clearly express their ideas; yet, the only requirent from the production team was not to specify dishes, only describe the range, sowhat increasing the difficulty in expression.
Children’s tastes differ greatly from adults. Generally, children prefer sweet and sour flavors, and they like to eat fried junk food, which their parents usually don’t allow them to have. Among Jiang Feng’s group, only Sun Maochai had children; the other three had almost no experience with children and had no clear concept of what kids aged six to eleven preferred to eat.
From the perspective of entertainnt and program effectiveness, this test was quite an interesting one.
The show’s crew probably enjoyed seeing well-known chefs flustered by a group of kids, unsure of what to cook for them.
It was just uncertain whether Chef Arno would say “shit” in front of the kids, and if he did, whether it would be bleeped out.
“Do any of these kids have food allergies? Haven’t you looked into their allergy histories?” Sun Maochai thought for a mont and then posed another question.
“We have already investigated that, and here is the list. Only a few children are allergic to a few foods. Actually, even if you hadn’t asked, we would have given you this list when the test started,” the staff mber handed Sun Maochai a list.
Jiang Feng and the others also ca over to look. Actually, it wasn’t much: just one child was allergic to seafood and another to peanuts. Beyond that, there was nothing else.
“What about food preferences?” Wu Minqi pressed.
“We can’t tell you that, but you can ask them yourselves,” the staff mber said with a smile.
Looking at the clock, Sun Maochai noted there were ten minutes until three. “Can we start interacting with them now?”
The lady shook her head, “No, you must wait until three o’clock to interact.”
Jiang Feng understood then: the show’s crew was intentionally making the test more difficult.
They had two hours to figure out what eight kids wanted to eat, including their tastes and dietary restrictions, and then to cook the dishes, which definitely made for a tight schedule.
The eight children could score a total of eight hundred points, and with triple scoring, the highest possible score for this test was two thousand four hundred points. If adults were scoring, they might award sixty or seventy points symbolically, even if unsatisfied, to avoid giving a harsh score. However, children usually don’t hold such reservations, especially considering two of the children were clearly only six or seven years old, very young, and certainly would give as many points as they felt like giving.
While two thousand four hundred points wouldn’t affect Taifeng Building’s final ranking, a low score was still not good for appearances.
Everyone fell silent, starting to figure out how to divide the eight kids among them.
Five minutes later, Sun Maochai, holding the form the staff had given him earlier, pointed to it and said, “How about this: I’ll take care of the five older kids, and each of you three take one of the remaining three kids aged six, seven, and eight.”
Sun Maochai was attempting to take responsibility for five kids by himself.
“Master Sun, isn’t that too many for you to handle?” Wu Minqi was worried that Sun Maochai might not cope, and pointed at the list at Han Youxin, “This child is Mr. Han’s son. Jiang Feng and I both know him. How about Jiang Feng and I take three kids, and you take four?”
Sun Maochai, unaware that Han Youxin was actually Han Guishan’s son, replied, “That could work too. Actually, as long as we can communicate with the children, no matter how many there are, we can manage.”
“By the way, are there any rules this ti about only cooking one dish per child?” Sun Maochai suddenly turned to ask the staff mber.
The staff mber paused, shaking their head, “There’s no such rule. The final scoring authority lies in the hands of the children.”
“If you can make it in ti, just make as many dishes as you can from the range they suggest,” said Sun Maochai.
The three of them nodded in unison.
Three o’clock arrived.
The four of them divided the eight children among themselves as Sun Maochai had assigned before. Sun Jikai was not very good at dealing with children, so Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi took on the two youngest girls along with Han Youxin, as Jiang Feng and Han Youxin were quite familiar, allowing Han Youxin to temporarily be assigned to Jiang Feng.
To prevent the awkward situation where one child says they want a certain type of dish and the others quickly agree saying they want the sa, the four of them each took their assigned children to a different corner of the kitchen, squatted down to be at their height, and gently inquired.
Regulars at Taifeng Building are at least middle class if not wealthy, and they educate their children well—they’re not shy, even if so are a bit timid, they’re willing to communicate and even a bit curious.
The little girl Jiang Feng was responsible for was particularly timid. She spoke in a very soft, sweet voice, and it took her about ten seconds to respond each ti Jiang Feng asked her sothing.
“Your na is Miaomiao, isn’t it?” Jiang Feng asked with the slightly contrived voice and tone he only used when talking to children.
“Yes,” Miaomiao nodded firmly.
“Can you tell big brother what kind of dish you’d like to eat today, is that okay?” Jiang Feng spoke softly.
“I…” Miaomiao thought for a long ti. Clearly, she was not a very decisive or opinionated child, even casting a pleading look at Han Youxin, “I want sothing tasty.”
Jiang Feng:?
Conversing with children is indeed difficult. Poor Sun Maochai.
“Sweet,” Miaomiao added.
Great, that narrowed the dishes down to sweet ones.
In an instant, Jiang Feng’s mind flashed through many dishes. There were too many sweet ones, among which the Sweet and Sour Yam was his best dish. Besides it, there were sweet and sour pork, sweet and sour carp, sweet and sour ribs, glutinous lotus roots, and many pastries and sweet porridges, all sweet.
There were too many possible dishes he could make.
“Then, Miaomiao, tell big brother what kind of sweet dish you’d like to eat. Pork? Or fish, or vegetables? Porridge is also an option; big brother can make them all for you.”
Jiang Feng gave too many options, leaving Miaomiao unsure how to choose. Clearly, she didn’t have one particular dish in her mind that she wanted to eat.
Jiang Feng figured that many kids here might be like Miaomiao, without a clear idea of what dish they wanted.
Seeing Jiang Feng looking at her, Miaomiao appeared very nervous, clearly eager to give Jiang Feng an answer but unable to do so.
“Just… just sothing sweet. Actually, non-sweet is fine too.”
Jiang Feng: …
Jiang Feng had no choice but to ask in another way, “Then can Miaomiao tell big brother what you don’t like to eat, is there anything you especially dislike?”
This ti Miaomiao answered very quickly: “Green onions, ginger, garlic, carrots, onions, celery, bitter gourd, eggplant.”
Good, she’s a picky eater.
Jiang Feng figured it out. He just needed to make all the quick sweet dishes.
Jiang Feng turned to look at Han Youxin, with the sa indulgent smile he used on Miaomiao.
Han Youxin: …
Before Jiang Feng could speak, Han Youxin cooperatively answered on his own.
“I want to eat at.”
Such a simple desire. Look how Mr. Han has starved this child.
“Any at is fine?”
“As long as it’s not lamb. Recently, my dad orders lamb kebabs every night for delivery. The whole house slls of lamb,” Han Youxin inadvertently revealed Mr. Han’s latest nightly hobby.
“Is there anything you don’t eat?” Jiang Feng asked further.
“Vegetable dumplings.”
Jiang Feng: …
“Jiang Feng, could you maybe not make vegetable dumplings again? What if I give you full marks this ti?” Han Youxin brazenly attempted to bribe the chef.
“No way,” Jiang Feng imdiately refused, not caring about those re three hundred points, “Vegetable dumplings are so tasty, they’re healthy wholefoods. I rember you used to love them, you’d always eat them every ti you ca.”
Han Youxin: ???
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