Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

The fingers danced on the radish, and every drop of the knife was accurate. The breathing and the dance of the blade echoed each other, forming a harmonious rhythm.

Gradually, exquisite flowers bloomed on the radish. Every petal was clearly visible, and every leaf was lifelike.

Yang Qiuming is very fast, but the rest of the players are not slow either.

Soon someone was the first to raise his hand to indicate that he had completed the work.

"He Lao! I'm done! Could you please come over and have a look!"

This also invisibly strengthened the sense of urgency of the other contestants. They did not dare to be careless and quickly accelerated the movements in their hands.

The carving knife flew in his hand, and the scene was filled with silver light.

But Yang Qiuming was not too influenced. He always maintained his own rhythm, because he knew that a good work cannot be rushed.

If something unexpected happens to the work because of the desire to shorten the time, the gain outweighs the loss.

Seeing his calm appearance, Cheng Yao nodded with satisfaction.

The mentality of another contestant standing aside was not so good. Seeing that someone had finished first, he couldn't help but feel excited.

The force of his hand was not controlled, and the knife was cut too deep, breaking the neck of the swan as white as snow in his hand.

"Ah...this...this!"

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Mr. He was attracted by his movements, walked over to take a look, and sighed with regret.

"Your knife skills are good, the cuts are neat and precise, but it's a pity that your mentality is not stable."

"No matter what you do, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly. You are too easily disturbed by the outside world."

"Today is just a small competition site. If we encounter a more difficult situation in the future and you fall off halfway like this, what will you do?"

"Compared with this accident, what's more serious is your poor on-the-spot reaction and your inability to adapt."

"The chef is the backbone of the entire team. If you are panicking, what should the people under you do?"

"Let me put it bluntly, if something goes wrong at the important banquet you are responsible for today at some dignitary's house, your life may be in danger."

He Laozi talked about the most critical points every word, and the other party wanted to open his mouth to defend himself.

But after opening his mouth, the urn moved twice and could only let out a helpless sigh.

The next second, Fu Lingling politely gestured to the other party to leave.

Before the first round of competition was over, someone had already left the field with regret.

The man walked into the crowd dejectedly. Everyone looked at the lonely figure and sighed.

After the interrupted incident was resolved, Mr. He slowly walked back to the contestant who completed the task fastest with his hands behind his back.

Under the nervous gaze of the other party, he stretched out his hand to twist up the shredded radish piled on the plate, rubbed it for a moment to unfold it, and then said with a frown.

"Shred it, barely passing."

After hearing this barely passing evaluation, the contestants were obviously unconvinced, but due to the identity of the other party, they did not dare to refute it easily.

He could only curl his lips impatiently and vent his emotions silently.

Although Cheng Yao did not step forward, she stood not far away and saw everything clearly.

Especially when he saw the other party's unruly expression, he shook his head helplessly.

This person had a bad temper and too much self-esteem. Mr. He just commented a few words without saying any unpleasant words, but he couldn't stand it anymore.

If such a person is allowed to join the team, there will probably be endless conflicts in the future. Even if such people are capable, they are not suitable for working together.

Cheng Yao only muttered these words in her heart, her face still looking calm.

He Laozheng was looking at the works on the table intently and did not notice this small detail for a while.

He Lao squinted his eyes and carefully observed the carvings on the table.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke.

"Carving, failed"

A few simple words negated this person's work. Hearing such an unsparing evaluation, the person was naturally unconvinced.

His face suddenly turned red with excitement, and he asked in a rough voice.

"Why is my carving not up to par? I'm not convinced!"

"Even if you die, you must make people understand how to die. Please tell me, old man!"

The sudden increase in volume here caused the other contestants to involuntarily slow down their hand movements and look sideways.

They were also curious about what exactly He Lao's trial standards were and what kind of works could make him shine.

Seeing that the other party was clearly unconvinced, Mr. He was not stingy and spoke out his thoughts.

"Since you want to know, I'll tell you."

"The petals should be full in the lower half and thinner toward the edge."

"Look at the flower you carved. It can be said that it goes straight up and down. There is no difference in the thickness of the petals, let alone the exquisiteness!"

The man couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he heard Mr. He's sharp analysis. , but the momentum on his lips did not want to be inferior, and he still retorted forcefully.

"Is it necessary to be so serious? Wouldn't it be nice to have a rough shape?"

"These are just platters, baubles for decoration, and no one will eat them."

"In my opinion, a cook only needs to make the food delicious. As for these frivolous things, they are only things that people who are not good at cooking like to tinker with."

"I think you, old man, are clearly nitpicking!"

Faced with this unceremonious insult and far-fetched excuse, Mr. He shook his head in disappointment, with some obvious disdain in his cloudy eyes.

Before he could open his mouth to reprimand, Cheng Yao took up the topic.

"Originally, I only thought that your skills were not up to standard, but after listening to your explanation, I feel that your character is also not up to standard."

"Love what you do and be good at what you do. Isn't this the most basic requirement?"

"If every chef thinks the same as you, muddle along, deal with things casually, and never think about excellence, then who else can cook top-notch dishes?"

"Do you think roadside stalls can be the same as palace meals? Plating is an aspect of a dish that cannot be ignored!"

"In your eyes, the little things are not worth your effort, but you know what? A good dish is made up of these small details."

"You still want to improve your cooking skills?! I think you should go home and wash up and go to bed as soon as possible!"

Cheng Yao's burst of output received bursts of applause from the onlookers.

"well said!"

Hearing Cheng Yao's unceremonious counterattack, the man stuttered for a long time but couldn't say anything powerful to counterattack, so he had to leave with his tail between his legs in despair.