I'm an undercover pirate and I'm about to become a Yonko.

The competition has begun. The rules of the chef competition are very simple. In the first round, the referee will randomly select a theme, and then complete the cooking within the time limit of two hours. The dishes will then be presented to the five judges and teachers for scoring. The top 32 will be ranked in the final score. The chefs proceed to the next round of eliminations.

"The first round of competition will begin next. Our referees will be invited to draw lots. I don't know what theme will be drawn this year. It's really exciting." The host's passionate voice mobilized the atmosphere of the audience.

A referee stepped forward and started drawing lots. In the huge wooden box, there were countless slips of paper written on various topics mixed together. After stirring the referee's hand for a while, he grabbed a slip and handed it to the host.

"Okay, this year's theme has been drawn. Let's see what it is?" The host picked up the note and took a look.

The curiosity of countless viewers below was aroused, and Yamato stretched his neck to look at the host, constantly mumbling "What is it? What is it?"

The chefs in front of the operating table felt a little nervous. After all, every chef is good at different dishes. If this year they draw a dish that they are not good at, they will most likely be eliminated in the first round.

This result is unacceptable to all chefs who have prepared for this competition for a long time.

In this warm atmosphere, the host stopped being pretentious and raised the note and shouted, "This year's theme is chicken!"

Whoa!

Some were happy and some were sad. As soon as this year's theme came out, countless chefs cheered or screamed.

"That's great. This type of cooking is what I'm best at. I will definitely advance to the next round this year!" A chef cheered happily after the results were announced.

"Ah? Damn it! I didn't expect it to be like this this year. What should I do?" The chef on the other side turned gloomy. He held his head in his hands and squatted on the ground. He had been preparing for a whole year, but he was about to be eliminated in the first round. .

The scene between these two people is a portrayal of the entire backstage chefs.

"Chicken." Alan murmured. Compared with other chefs who immediately picked out various ingredients after learning about the theme, he was not in a hurry to pick ingredients, but was thinking about the chicken dishes.

After most of the chefs had picked out the ingredients, Allen also thought about what to cook.

He walked slowly to the food selection area, picked up a few pieces of chicken breast, chicken carcass and some side dishes, then returned to his workstation and started making soup stock.

During the process of making the soup stock, other chefs also started to move, and various chicken dishes were presented in front of everyone.

Some of the fast chefs were almost ready to plate the food, but Allen was still stirring the cauldron unhurriedly.

"Wow, Allen's movements are so slow. He will suffer a loss this way." Yamato looked at Allen's movements and felt a little anxious for him.

Regarding the chef competition, first of all, it depends on the chef's overall strength. The first round of the competition not only tests the chef's skills, but also tests the chef's cooking speed.

Chefs who can produce food quickly will have some advantages at this time.

The judges' appetite is limited. After this long trial, even if they only take one bite of each dish, they will soon be full or bored.

Many chefs have entered the final stage, but Allen is still making soup stock, which means that Allen's cooking must be last.

By the time Allen served the food, the judges probably couldn't eat anymore, so Yamato, who was watching in the audience, was a little anxious.

Noel patted Yamato on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, you have to believe in Allen's craftsmanship."

When Allen finished cooking the soup, many chefs had already brought it to the judges for tasting.

"Well, this tastes good, 5 points."

"Bah, as a chef, you actually made something so unpalatable, unqualified, 0 points!"

"Ugh, did you put poison in it? How did you pass the screening? 0 points!"

Countless chefs were either happy or depressed. Those who waited for high scores returned to the workstation and cleaned up while observing the chefs around them with their peripheral vision.

Some chefs couldn't help but sneer when they saw that Alan had just finished making the soup. The soup was just finished now, and by the time you served the food, the judges were already full.

What does the shameful son of a chef cook?Just a clown.

Facing the sneers from the chefs around him, Allen continued to cook as if he didn't hear them.

After the chicken stock was simmered, Allen added the pasta sauce to it, then stirred until thick, then added fresh cream and continued to stir, finally forming a white sauce.

As time goes by, there are only 20 minutes left in the two-hour time limit. Most of the chefs have completed their cooking, and only a small number of chefs are still continuing.

The chefs in this group are basically chefs who are very bad at cooking chicken. These chefs either cook very quickly and then give it away, or they cook very slowly and are still struggling.

At this time, Allen's cooking was finally completed!

The delicious chicken breasts are scattered in the milky white sauce. The fiery red peppers and light white mushroom slices are dipped in the rich white sauce, which is indescribably attractive. The bright green parsley also adds to this dish. The dish is wrapped in muscle and cream, bringing a touch of freshness.

White smoke rose, and even though they were far away, Yamato's saliva still flowed out.

"It looks so delicious. I will definitely ask Allen to make this dish again when I get back!" Yamato wiped his saliva with difficulty and said expectantly.

The five judges were completely full at this time, and everyone looked a little impatient. They had already tasted the dishes of famous chefs with superb cooking skills, and now they were basically served. Rubbish.

Allen brought the food to the judges and placed it in front of the judges. The judge sitting in the middle recognized Allen's identity. The dishes made by this special identity chef in front of him made him a little interested.

What would the chef's shameful son cook like?

"What's the name of this dish?" the judge sitting in the middle asked with interest.

"Hello, this dish is called Butter Royal Chicken." Alan replied.

The tempting aroma of this dish continued to reach the judges' noses, and coupled with Allen's identity, several judges who were originally impatient picked up their knives and forks.

There is actually nothing special about Allen's dish. The ingredients are all common ingredients, such as chicken breast, peppers, mushrooms...

If we say the most troublesome part, it can only be said to be the preparation of the sauce.

"Wow, look at the judges!" Some sharp-eyed spectators shouted, and everyone's eyes also moved to the judges.

I saw each judge keep putting food into their mouths, even if they were full, they still didn't stop. Their whole bodies were filled with a sense of happiness.

Finally, the judges turned their plates and took out paper towels to wipe the grease from their mouths.

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook such delicious food, Ya Heng's son, Allen." The judge sitting in the middle said with a smile, directly revealing Allen's identity.