Two days have passed since the audition started, and today is the day when Bai Qiyun will pass from 64 to 32.

Due to the lottery, the match between him and Xiang Ling was arranged in the morning.

"It feels like there are a lot less people all of a sudden."

Looking at the sparse crowd on the playground, Xiang Ling covered her forehead with her hands to block the sun and looked into the distance.

A bustling crowd of people gathered together, waiting for their appearance.

Because the top 32 games are two games held at the same time, there are four teams standing in the competition venue at this time.

The boy who was previously known as the wandering chef was surprisingly among them.

"I didn't expect it to be his first game again."

Looking at the young man in simple clothes, Bai Qiyun was very interested in his next game.

After all, there are fewer and fewer wandering chefs on this land. Let him see what these chefs who pursue the traditions of their ancestors can achieve.

After a full day's rest yesterday, the judge who was forced to leave the stage by Walnut's dark cuisine finally returned to the judges' seat. The five-judge panel was under the scrutiny of several people present.

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the chief judge stood up from the judges' seat and loudly announced the topic of today's competition.

"The competition time is forty minutes, and the title is-Dongan Chicken."

Hearing this, Bai Qiyun's expression changed in the audience.

"Dongan Chicken...."

Seeing the two contestants on the field immediately starting to select materials, Bai Qiyun looked back at Xiang Ling and found that she also had a thoughtful expression on her face.

Dong'an Chicken is one of the top ten famous dishes in Liyue, and its popularity is naturally not inferior to Kung Pao Chicken, which is the selected dish.

But compared to Kung Pao Chicken, the cooking process of Dong'an Chicken is a lot more troublesome.

Although there are not too many choices in terms of auxiliary ingredients, it is precisely because of this that everyone can focus on the chicken itself as the main body.

Every difference in the food can be clearly reflected in the diners' mouths, which further tests the chef's control over the food itself.

"I feel like that boy has a higher winning rate this time."

His eyes swept across the venue, and standing opposite the boy was a peasant woman, dressed in the same simple style.

However, being able to break into the top sixty-four shows that this woman must be quite capable.

After all, there are not many non-professional chefs among these sixty-four people, and most of the rest are restaurant chefs.

"By the way, Brother Qiyun, have you seen the list of the top sixty-four?"

The cooking on the court still needed some time. Xiang Ling was not in a hurry to watch the two players' actions. Instead, she chatted with Bai Qiyun off the court.

"A list? Is there such a thing?"

Bai Qiyun scratched the back of his head, and the black hair flowed through his fingers, just like the memory slipped away from his mind without noticing.

Speaking of which, they never went back to watch the previous auditions after they competed. Is there any contestants that are particularly noteworthy?

"There is no official list, but the audience present that day compiled a list of the promoted players. However, they did not recognize all the players, so they could only use numerical numbers to record the promoted players."

"That's not the same as not remembering it..."

Really, how idle those guys are.

Just the thought that his name might be known to the public made Bai Qiyun a little excited even though he was usually very calm.

While the two were chatting, the situation on the field changed again.

After selecting the auxiliary ingredients and seasonings, the two chefs simultaneously looked at the cage on one side.

Yes, that's right.

In order to ensure the taste of chicken, the competition team actually prepared live chickens for players to choose from.

The little hens trapped in the cage stretched their necks and stretched out, not knowing what was about to greet them.

As the main ingredient of Dong'an chicken, the chicken must be domestic chickens raised near the Dong'an Mountains, and pullets with tender and plump meat are most suitable.

Looking at the cages piled up into a hill, Bai Qiyun had to lament that the competition team was too well prepared.

This number is definitely not just sixty-four. I am afraid that for the sake of fairness in the competition, the competition team has prepared nearly a hundred pullets for the players to select, just to eliminate the differences caused by the order of the competition.

After all, if you prepare just enough hens, it would be unfair if the people in front take all the good chickens and have some impact on the players behind you.

Being able to take this point into consideration is truly a tribute to the team led by Keqing, who is really attentive to their work.

In full view of everyone, the young wandering chef paced back and forth in front of the cage, as if he was trying to select the best hen.

"Um?"

Occasionally, a hen that was not too fat shrank back. It was completely opposite to the movements of the other hens, and he caught it at a glance.

"You are the one."

Without too much hesitation, the instinct of wandering in the mountains told him that this was the chicken he was looking for.

Putting the key given to him by the competition team into the lock, the young man stretched out his hand and slipped the little hen out in panic.

His right hand, which was not too heavy, pinched the chicken's neck, firmly controlling the hen. No matter how much it flapped its wings to escape, it could only surrender to this calloused right hand.

"Gugu...Gugu!"

After the two contestants were selected, the arena was filled with the sounds of hens, and even the hens in the cage became restless after seeing this.

After all, who knows if they will be the next one caught.

"By the way, since that group of people has recorded the competition numbers of the qualified players, have they also recorded their scores?"

Looking at the two people walking back holding the chicken necks, Bai Qiyun suddenly wanted to know the promotion scores of the next two people.

He knew about the wandering cook, who was eighty-seven, but he didn't understand about the peasant woman.

"Well...I'll look for it."

Hearing this, Xiangling took out a very small book and began to rummage through it.

This guy actually carries this thing with him. It's amazing.

"I found it. The opponent of No. 93 is... No. 117. The promotion score is 79 points."

"Can you advance with seventy-nine points?"

Bai Qiyun was surprised when he heard this result.

He thought that eighty points was already very low, but he didn't expect that there were still less than eighty points.

"Gu Gu... Gu."

On the playing field, the hen kept struggling in the boy's hands, making a very miserable sound.

"Okay, okay, the pain will stop soon."

The wandering chef's voice was gentle, as if he were treating his lover, soothing the hen's emotions.

Perhaps feeling the kindness from the other party, the hen actually relaxed and stopped struggling.

Then, he raised the knife and dropped it.

The bright red blood splashed onto the boy's face, and the hen had no time to react at all, just watching her head leave her body.

"Really, it would be bad if you keep stressing your flesh."

The young man wiped the blood from his mouth and looked coldly at the hen on the chopping board like a tiger in the mountains.
Chapter completed!