Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 72: The Mind of the Petty

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“The level of the students at Pingla Culinary Academy is far from that of ordinary chefs. At the very least, they work in high-end restaurants after graduating, and many of them enter Michelin-starred restaurants.” This is also why the standing of Pingla Culinary Academy is so high.

As long as they graduate from Pingla Culinary Academy, they start at a high level.

If they open their own restaurant, backed by the title of Pingla Culinary Academy graduates, the restaurant also starts high, with a standard of high-end restaurants and Michelin -starred contenders.

“Therefore, during the preliminary round, the students of Pingla Culinary Academy don’t compete with you guys.” Adrian Zhekova said.

Cindy Clarke was surprised; did the students of Pingla Culinary Academy also have the privilege of exemption from exams?

“Of course we wouldn’t let them be exempted from the exams. Even if we know that their level is high, it would still be unfair.” Adrian Zhekova saw Cindy Clarke’s thoughts and explained with a smile.

This left Cindy Clarke feeling awkward, as if she had harbored ulterior motives.

“However, having them compete with you guys is also unfair.” Adrian Zhekova continued with a faint smile, “It’s not blind self-confidence, but they really do possess high skills. Therefore, their preliminary selection comes from within the Pingla Culinary Academy itself.”

“Within the school, they select 10 students. These 10 students, are considered to have passed the preliminary round of the major competition and have been officially promoted.” Adrian Zhekova said, “At that time, the opponents you will face after passing the preliminary round will include them.”

“In addition to the permanent teachers in Pingla Culinary Academy, there are also renowned chefs from all over the world who come to be guest professors at the academy. There have never been any breaks in the various internal competitions in the academy, which serve to motivate the students.”

“I’m telling you this to let you know that because of these renowned visiting chef teachers, the students have a broad perspective. They have seen, tasted, and made many high -end dishes and have used high-end ingredients.”

“Of course, cuisine is not limited to high-end dishes. But as a chef, it’s best to know them all. Especially when facing the students of Pingla Culinary Academy, you can’t have any weaknesses. The Cooking Competition’s questions will involve everything from convenience to high -end refinement.”

“And in terms of high-end refinement, that’s your weak point, as you don’t have much contact with it in your daily life.” Adrian Zhekova said.

Cindy Clarke nodded, admitting this point.

She could make the plate presentation look very beautiful.

But it doesn’t just stop at a nice plate presentation.

There’s also the use of some expensive ingredients.

How to use them so that their characteristics are fully demonstrated, without wasting their value, is important.

When she films videos and works as a private chef, she rarely has a chance to use those expensive ingredients.

After all, users who can afford those expensive ingredients are in the minority.

“So I thought, while we have this opportunity, you should try more. Although the high-end restaurants under the Flag of Pingla may not cover the entire world, they account for a large proportion, and although they can’t represent all the world’s gourmet food, they can represent a significant part.”

Adrian Zhekova’s suggestion was indeed very tempting for Cindy Clarke.

Her current weak point is that she has not tasted many high-end cuisines and has had little contact with high-end ingredients.

With the competition approaching, this was indeed an excellent opportunity.

Just like today at noon, the cuisine of Quire really broadened her horizons.

She had already secretly decided not to trouble Adrian Zhekova anymore.

But faced with this proposal, Cindy Clarke still couldn’t help but agree..

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