In Station 44’s four dishes, he could choose the top three in terms of score.
This time, each dish had its own score, and by adding the three scores, he would get an average which would be his final result for this assessment.
Little Taotie was required to help out as an assistant.
Station 44 tried to assign her easy tasks, such as using a ceramic knife to cut eggs.
Little Taotie thought cooking looked quite fun, and her little paws were eager to try it.
Taking advantage of Station 44’s momentary lack of attention, she grabbed an egg, stood on a chair, and cracked the egg into the pan.
Station 44, who was washing pig intestines, got a scare and quickly went to lift her down from the chair, "It’s too high, very dangerous, you could break a bone if you fall!"
Little Taotie giggled, "I’m not afraid, if I fall, I might just do a somersault."
Station 44, is this something to boast about?
Station 44 looked into the pan with a sigh, "There’s no fire, are you frying an egg?"
Little Taotie looked down and indeed saw that there was no fire under the pot.
As Station 44 washed the pig intestines and then a duck, he continued chopping and washing, soaked in sweat smelling of the intestines.
Seeing his hard work, Little Taotie took the initiative to ask for more tasks, although, she was still a bit afraid of washing pig intestines.
Her little eyes flitted uncertainly, muttering, "I don’t know how to... wash pig intestines."
After washing up, Station 44 decided to give Little Taotie the task of slicing lemons.
"Lemon can remove the gamey smell. Cut them open, squeeze out the juice, and that’s the task you need to complete. Go for it!"
Little Taotie obediently nodded, not using a knife, and gripped a lemon in her chubby hand, squeezed vigorously, and the juice flowed down her fingertips into the bowl, increasing steadily.
After a long wait, with the help of eight guests, the eight chefs finally finished cooking. Compared to the other 36, their pace was the slowest. It showed that one person might work efficiently, but an extra helper could be a headache.
Station 44 introduced his first dish, "The snail wasn’t much processed, just sautéed in garlic and butter to bring out its delicacy; please, have a taste."
The judges tried it and found it quite good.
This was Little Taotie’s first time eating snails, and although she was psychologically unprepared, the way it was prepared, it looked tasty on the plate.
After finishing one, Little Taotie found it really delicious and grabbed another, soon polishing off the entire plate.
Station 44: "The second dish, fried rice with eggs."
Upon hearing these three words, everyone was surprised.
"This is the dish I ordered!" Little Taotie cheered, "This time it’s almost as good as Third Brother’s, just a little off, even better than the Fried Rice Chef’s!"
The crowd trusted Little Taotie’s judgment, after all, she was a foodie.
Though not exactly eager to eat something as filling, they still had to try a bite.
Once they tasted it, they couldn’t stop.
For the first time, they found that even fried rice could be this delicious.
It was the kind of flavor they wouldn’t exchange even for the most exotic delicacies!
"Little Taotie really didn’t lie, this fried rice is delicious, much better than the last time!"
"Little Taotie is a foodie, and if she says it’s good, it really must be, if only it had been this delicious last time, it surely would have scored highly!"
"I feel like having another bowl, it’s so good!"
"Me too, let’s have another bowl!"