The Game of Life-Chapter 854 - 853 The Top-floor Restaurant Never Gives
Chapter 854: Chapter 853: The Top-floor Restaurant Never Gives In
Chapter 854 -853: The Top-floor Restaurant Never Gives In
“Master Jiang, please come over here with Master Sun!”
An employee at the side of the stage saw Jiang Feng and his group from a distance and waved at them, shouting loudly. Jiang Feng noticed that Chef Arno and his group had already arrived next to this employee.
The four of them quickly walked towards the stage.
As they approached, Jiang Feng was dazzled to see that the timing displays had been changed, although he wondered why there was a need to change the displays just for timing. Perhaps the sponsor had money to burn.
“Are all these seats set up for inviting an audience to watch the finals live?” Jiang Feng asked.
The employee, holding a notebook and pen, and wearing a small booklet around their neck, quickly replied with a smile, “Yes, that was Mr. Han’s request. Mr. Han feels that it’d be a waste not to have spectators given the size of this venue. Plus, it’s the finals, and it wouldn’t feel like the finals without a live audience.”
“How many seats are there in total?” Jiang Feng inquired.
“Over five hundred for now, we are planning to start collecting registrations for live audience members online starting tomorrow,” explained the employee.
“Can I reserve some tickets in advance? Some of my family and friends might want to come watch the finals,” Jiang Feng said.
“Of course you can. The first three rows are actually reserved for friends and family of the contestants. Any number of tickets is fine. That’s what Mr. Han said,” the employee replied with a smile, seeing Jiang Feng’s interest in the spectator seats, they decided to introduce the seats right away.
“Actually, even if you didn’t ask, I would have needed to explain this part to you eventually. Since Master Jiang is so interested, I will start with the spectator arrangements. There are actually a few issues that we need to discuss with you all, as we might need your help,” the employee said, and even brought over eight plastic chairs, gesturing everyone to sit down instead of standing, and then started explaining in English.
“This final will still be broadcast live, only the style of live broadcast will be different between the Chinese and American sides. The contest will last for twelve hours, plus judging and award presentation, it might end up being thirteen hours long. It’s a long duration, so there will be many issues that need discussing,” the employee continued.
“Although it might be a bit inconvenient, we suggest that everyone avoids using the restroom frequently during the contest. If you need to go, you can press a button next to the cooking station so that the camera won’t switch to you. The Chinese side will be streaming the entire event online, the same platform as before. We have already communicated with the platform, and they will provide us with the best promotional slots, so we expect the number of live viewers will be quite substantial,” the employee elaborated.
“The American side faced significant issues due to the long duration. After continuous negotiations, we decided to broadcast the first eleven hours online and switch to television for the last two hours.”
“So, there’s one thing I’d like to ask everyone. Please try to save the most visually appealing or skillful parts of your performance for the final hour of the contest. This would be somewhat more beneficial for the television broadcast,” the employee requested.
“Due to the twelve-hour time difference, it’s challenging to synchronize our timings. Plus, the American side has already lost hope for good TV ratings. So, we will be prioritizing the local audience, setting the competition time from ten in the morning to ten at night, with the program expected to conclude around eleven,” the employee detailed.
Jiang Feng was a bit surprised to hear this from the employee; he hadn’t expected the American sponsor to put in so much effort, only to end up with a morning broadcast slot.
That was indeed giving up on ratings. Who wants to wake up early in the morning to watch a cooking contest on TV? Even on a day off, probably not many would be interested, perhaps only Chef Arno’s die-hard fans might stick in front of their TVs.
Otherwise, so many award shows wouldn’t have their broadcast timings set in the evening.
“Does everyone have any issues with the timing arrangements?” the employee inquired.
No one had any issues, as the set time from ten in the morning to ten at night seemed quite reasonable. It was definitely tiring, but no matter what time it would be, twelve hours would be exhausting.
“Then, I need to discuss some issues regarding the audience,” the employee continued.
“Due to the lengthy duration of the contest, we definitely need to provide meals, both lunch and dinner. But given how long the contest is, based on past experiences, the first eight to nine hours might lack appeal. We are worried there might not be enough audience members willing to attend. So, Mr. Han has a small suggestion, but it might trouble Master Jiang Feng,” the employee said.
Jiang Feng, “Trouble me?”
“Yes,” the staff member nodded. “This might delay your competition, and if you disagree, you can directly refuse. Because during the last round of testing, didn’t you cook a big pot of congee? All our staff and judges, including Mr. Han, were highly appreciative and satisfied with that pot of congee. Mr. Han feels that cooking congee shouldn’t take too much of your time and effort, so he would like to ask you to cook several more pots on-site, and we will prepare the largest congee tub and stove especially for you.”
“You don’t need to prepare a bowl for everyone, that would be too much and definitely delay your competition. Cook as many pots as you want, the distribution will be handled by our staff. As long as everyone present gets a taste, that’s enough.”
Jiang Feng felt there was no problem because honestly, most of the twelve hours were spent on simmering broth. Even if he had to carefully watch over the broth, he could still cook some congee on the side, without it affecting or delaying anything.
As long as Jiang Feng didn’t mind the exertion, he could cook congee for ten hours.
As long as the pot was big enough, considering forty minutes per pot and cooking five or six pots at the same time, if Wu Minqi helped him prepare the ingredients, Jiang Feng could cook even more pots at once. Not to mention five hundred audience members, even if there were a thousand, Jiang Feng could let them come in hungry and leave burping.
Cooking congee was simply too easy. The title Porridge King wasn’t just for show.
“No need to be so stingy, a taste each, what’s that? Leave it to me, I assure you everyone will get a bowl.”
“Recording for over ten hours isn’t just exhausting for us; the audience gets tired too. We can’t have them come all this way and spend over ten hours just to have a taste of congee. That wouldn’t be right,” Jiang Feng said cheerfully.
Just as the staff member was about to smile and thank him, he saw that Chef Arno’s face had darkened.
Extremely displeased, a face full of displeasure, written with displeasure, clearly showing that some part of what the staff had said earlier had irritated him.
The staff member felt a sudden unease and began frantically recalling if he had said some wrong word or punctuation that might have upset Chef Arno.
“Why not me?” Chef Arno asked indignantly in perfect Chinese.
Rolan and the other two assistants looked bewildered.
Although they were Chef Arno’s assistants, their Chinese really needed improvement. Otherwise, they wouldn’t always be confused whenever Chef Arno got angry over something to do with Jiang Feng and had to express it in Chinese.
“Huh?” The staff member was dumbfounded.
“Why can he cook congee for the audience and I can’t?” Chef Arno shouted.
“Ah, well, because… this…” the staff member felt it was clearly an arduous task that would affect the competition, but Chef Arno was even comparing himself.
“Tell your supervisor, the audience’s lunch and dinner can’t only be handled by Taifeng Building, our top-floor restaurant should also be responsible!”
“Uh… uh… uh… With these five hundred and more audience members, what… what do you plan to make?” The staff member felt even baking five hundred egg tarts would be exhausting.
“He’ll do it.” Chef Arno pointed at a confused Rolan, “Anyway, during the finals, those three won’t be of much use. Let Rolan make dessert, and the other two can assist him.”
After speaking, Chef Arno still looked challengingly at Jiang Feng: “Thought it would only be you in charge.”
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