Chapter 837: Chapter 836: Extending Ti Chapter 837: Chapter 836: Extending Ti Chef Arno had just cursed “shit” and walked away with a grand exit, leaving behind an imposing figure and a crying muscular man, just like every other scene in a reality show where Chef Arno cursed “shit.”
“Did you get that? Did you catch all that?” The director was so excited that he practically danced on the spot, as if wanting to perform a juggling act right there and then.
“Got it, got everything!” The caraman was equally thrilled.
The two of them remained buzzing with excitent on the spot until Chef Arno had left, without even noticing his departure.
Chef Arno was the last contestant to enter backstage. Because he had just aggressively vented at his forr buddy, he was in a great mood and even nodded kindly to the four from Taifeng Building, leaving Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai quite surprised.
“Now that everyone is here, I’ll briefly introduce the final round’s content and requirents.”
“The timing of the final round hasn’t been set yet. According to our original plan, the finals are supposed to be broadcast live, but negotiations with the US broadcasters aren’t going smoothly, so there are still many uncertainties. The current tentative plan is for the competition to last six hours, from noon to six in the evening, with no restrictions on the type of dishes.”
“In summary, the final should not be very different from today’s semi-final. If any contestants have comnts or suggestions, now would be a good ti to speak up. Since the timing of the final is uncertain, as long as the request is reasonable and feasible, we will try our best to accommodate everyone.”
“I have a request,” Jiang Feng and Chef Arno said simultaneously, one in Chinese and the other in English.
The two glanced at each other, and Jiang Feng gestured for Chef Arno to speak first.
“The competition ti is too short,” Chef Arno said, “Six hours is just not enough.”
Jiang Feng was startled; he didn’t expect Chef Arno’s concern to be the sa as his—he also felt the ti was too short. With only six hours, it would be impossible to make a quality broth, and Jiang’s Sea Cucumber Soup could not be properly prepared.
“I also think the competition ti is too short, ideally extended to eight hours,” Jiang Feng said.
“Eight hours is not enough, at least twelve hours,” Chef Arno spoke up, doubling the originally planned competition duration, which stunned the staff.
“Twelve hours might be too long, increasing recording difficulties and imposing a significant burden on both the participants and the judges,” a staff mber instinctively countered.
Twelve hours indeed was a long ti, but it was also very fitting for an ultimate culinary showdown.
Twelve hours was enough for a skilled chef to produce a superior stock, and to cook with it. Although the duration was lengthy, it wouldn’t be so long as to cause ntal and physical breakdowns among the chefs—it was a critical duration, approximately the sa as their normal daily working hours if they forwent breaks.
“I have no objections,” Jiang Feng affird Chef Arno’s proposal.
“I have no objections either, provided you arrange chairs under the cooking stations like today,” Sun Maochai said with a smile.
With key individuals having no objections, the staff mbers were flustered and unsure of how to respond. It seed inappropriate to agree outright, yet a direct refusal seed equally impossible.
In their hesitation, a staff mber left a ssage that they would consult their superiors and hurriedly left the resting room, an improper act that emphasized how bewildered they were by Chef Arno’s request.
The few in the resting room looked at each other in puzzlent.
Jiang Feng quietly observed Chef Arno, pondering what kind of dish he intended to prepare that required twelve hours.
Even for broth-based dishes, few required twelve hours of preparation.
Unless it was one of those dishes that needed long hours of freezing, refrigeration, or resting, but that seed unlikely because twelve hours wouldn’t be sufficient for such dishes.
Jiang Feng’s thoughts raced in his mind.
Chef Arno, on the other hand, was much more direct.
Interestingly, since Chef Arno had tried Jiang Feng’s pure at dumplings at Taifeng Building and broke down in tears, revealing his troubled past to Jiang Feng, sothing like a profound comradeship had ford between them.
It wasn’t friendship, but Chef Arno’s attitude towards Jiang Feng was indeed much friendlier than towards anyone else. Just from the earlier scene where Chef Arno checked if Jiang Feng needed water when he hiccupped, it could be seen. If it were anyone else hiccupping incessantly next to Chef Arno, he would’ve just cursed them to shut up, complaining that the hiccups were annoying his ears and disturbing his daydreaming.
“What dish are you planning to make?” Chef Arno suddenly asked.
His question baffled everyone present.
At that mont, the sa thought crossed everyone’s mind—
Can this really be happening?
Is that even a thing?
The world actually still has such a brilliant operation where competitors directly ask each other before the match what dish you are planning to make.
“Jiang’s Sea Cucumber Soup.” Jiang Feng wasn’t afraid to say it, since even if he told Chef Arno, he wouldn’t know what it was.
Peng Changping was a man who kept promises, even if it was his father who had made those promises. He knew how to make Jiang’s Sea Cucumber Soup, but only learned it as a dish, never selling it in restaurants or serving it to others.
Those who had tasted Jiang Chengde’s personally cooked Jiang’s Sea Cucumber Soup were probably long deceased, and the dish, like the na Jiang Chengde, once renowned, was now scarcely known.
“Jiang’s Sea Cucumber Soup?” Chef Arno repeated Jiang Feng’s words in his accurate Mandarin and revealed a slightly puzzled expression, evidently pondering what kind of dish it was.
Chef Arno pondered for a few minutes to no avail.
“It’s your family’s dish.” Chef Arno was a clever man, who guessed the connection between the dish and the Jiang Family from the na alone, turning what should have been a question into a statent of certainty.
“Yes,” Jiang Feng said. “It was my great-grandfather’s signature dish. Back in his day during a culinary exchange, he taught it to Master Peng’s father, who then taught it to him, and this year Master Peng taught it to .”
Hearing Jiang Feng say this, Chef Arno’s eyes suddenly lit up as if a fla nad competitiveness was burning in his eyes.
“The dish I plan to make is also a family dish, taught to by my father, and it’s not trivial like today’s Fla Beef or the last Beef Tart.”
“When the ti cos, you better bring your A-ga, otherwise I’m afraid you’ll lose badly. I will definitely defeat you with an absolute advantage in the finals, letting you know my true strength.”
For so reason, Jiang Feng felt that Chef Arno’s expression when he uttered the last word was sowhat akin to the legendary sly smirk.
A six-foot-three, muscular, bearded strong man flashing a sly smirk at him.
Jiang Feng felt slightly frightened and even considered advising Chef Arno to read fewer novels.
Having finished, Chef Arno turned and left like the ultimate villain in every movie who has just hurled threats at the protagonist, with disdain, pride, and confidence, walking briskly as if he had the whole world beneath his feet, totally unconcerned with whether the staff had returned to answer the critical question of whether the competition duration could be extended to twelve hours.
Jiang Feng was stunned.
He snapped out of it only when the door banged shut.
“Chef Arno actually has a father,” Jiang Feng muttered.
He was not trying to insult Chef Arno; rather, Chef Arno usually gave the impression that he didn’t seem to have any family.
It wasn’t just the absence of a family-like impression; he didn’t even seem to have a master. It felt as if he was simply sprung from the cracks of rocks, and so was his culinary skill.
“No, I an, I didn’t expect his father to be a chef, I’ve never heard that before.” Realizing he misspoke, Jiang Feng quickly corrected himself.
Sun Maochai was also a bit surprised; over the years, he had encountered Chef Arno in nurous culinary competitions and had been thoroughly defeated by him. Even he had never heard that Chef Arno’s father was a chef, nor did he know who Chef Arno had learnt from.
“It’s my first ti hearing he has a father too,” Sun Maochai nodded.
The crowd: ?
“Everyone, we’ve just discussed and think that a twelve-hour competition is actually feasible…” As Sun Maochai was about to explain, thestaff mber who had fled earlier burst in excitedly, only to be perplexed when he found the protagonist had vanished.
“Where’s Chef Arno?” the staff mber was confused.
“He left,” Jiang Feng said expressionlessly.
“Ah…”
“You can explain to them,” Jiang Feng gestured towards Rolan and the other two naless henchn left behind by Chef Arno.
These three, due to not understanding Chinese, were still unclear about the situation, not knowing why Chef Arno suddenly beca very excited and confident, and then left.
“Oh, okay.” The staff mber seed well accustod to Chef Arno’s unusual behaviors and continued discussing the results, “We think if everyone agrees to extend the competition ti, for the betternt of the contest and to allow everyone to perform their best, twelve hours would be acceptable. Correspondingly, we may adjust other aspects of the final, and the timing of the final might also be postponed, likely by one to two weeks. We will notify everyone imdiately once we have any updates.”
Everyone was quite accustod to scheduling extensions, as this wasn’t the first ti the semi-finals were delayed, and they were quite used to it.
Since Chef Arno had left and there were no objections, and it was getting late, both the competitors and staff were quite weary, so they dispersed.
Everyone went ho, geared up for the finals, happy you, , and everyone.
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