Judging from the scene, each of our five players has its own merits. Although my knife skills are all around, other people also have unique skills. From the scene, I am not defeated, and there is even a feeling of intensification—
On the left side of the front row was a fat little guy. This guy first fixed a balloon on the dish, then called out a pot of minced meat in a butter gun, and began to draw on the surface of the balloon. After a while, he drew the pattern of a boy offering a peach. -This is the same way as Yan Wang Sun Honglei's dessert in "Good Mr.". First, let these things stick to the surface of the balloon, and then let the air inside the balloon solidify a little bit. This dish stands on the plate, and then Frying or pouring the sauce into a tray, the main technology is in your hands, not only requires stability, but also must be very careful, otherwise it will easily fall short.
On the right side of the front row is a well-proportioned young man. It seems that his dishes should be fried rice. Instead of using steamed rice as the main ingredient, he chose the popular Zengzi rice in Sichuan and Chongqing. First, he put the rice at 80 degrees. Boiled in the water until half-cooked, and then wrapped in lotus leaves into the steamer, steamed through the firewood, so that the rice out of the rice is distinct, chewy, and reveals a light lotus leaf fragrance-this is not the point, the point is to shake the pot and Shake the pot, the egg should be shaken quickly after it enters the pot, shake it into pieces, so that the scrambled egg becomes a small piece of even size, and after the rice is added, it can reach a slice of egg flower with five grains of rice, and it is considered complete.
In the back row, the old man on my left looks slightly older. Like me, he is performing sword skills—this guy quickly slices soft tofu into pieces, then shreds them, puts them in the water, and filters them with a strainer. After passing the water, he got out a dish of tofu shreds that was as thin as a hair. It was not too much to say that it could penetrate the nose of the needle. Then he cooked this dish of tofu shreds into a dish—I remember that the food on the tip of the tongue included this dish, I Compared with him, the knife skills of the man around him are more professional, more uniform, almost the same size and length, and more prominent.
I understood the first three, but the last one didn’t know what he was doing. This grandson made a lot of different kinds of meat, and then he chose a pot of bean sprouts. So I am also dumbfounded-let alone the crowd eating melons onlookers, with big eyes and small eyes, except for being dumbfounded and at a loss, there is nothing more to say.
After some tumbling, their respective dishes finally came out. At this time, the round table in front of the stage had been withdrawn into a jury seat, and a bunch of people were seated in turn. I took a closer look and found that three of them were all the judges of the previous God of Cookery Competition: Province The president of the Gourmet Association, the host of a TV food program, and the editor-in-chief of this civil food network, the old man took the fourth place, and then there was a seat next to him. I don't know who it is for.
After you took a seat, Fat Pig Huang and others immediately introduced to you: "Everyone, the judges of our competition today, in addition to the familiar judges of previous food competitions, Chairman Yang Kaitai, chaired by Liu Jun, editor-in-chief Feng Shaojun, and our old man, also We have invited a heavyweight person—now one of the four great chefs of China, Stephen porridge, famous at home and abroad for its various soups and porridges, and known as the southern chef’s god!"
Shocked everyone!
Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that Grandpa Ren actually invited everyone here!
Everyone in the circle knows that although all provinces and cities in China have a God of Cooking, they are actually recognized by the four chief chefs, namely, the northern God of chef Lu Yu, the southern God of chef Stephen Porridge, the Western God of chef Avatar, and Afan. Mention brothers, Eastern kitchen god Dongfengpa-they not only have unique skills, but also have rare and comprehensive skills. Regardless of knife skills, skills, fire temperature control, speed, etc., they have surpassed ordinary chefs, so they will be respected as the four majors. God of Cooking.
Of course, the reason why these four have this reputation is that in addition to their culinary skills, their influence in the chef industry is also extraordinary. They belong to Taishan Beidou, such as the northern chef god Lu Yu. He runs a chain of Jinyumantang restaurants in major cities. In particular, the main store in the capital is where Huaxia hosts foreign heavyweight guests. It does not open for nearly half of the year, and all heads of government are served. Ordinary people eating a meal there is no less meaningful than going there. The Haitian feast is enough to blow for half a year.
Steve Congee is similar to him, except that he mainly opened stores in the South, small chains, Steve Congee chains all over the South, although not big, but the business is very hot, and the main health porridge attracts countless rich and powerful. , In a nutshell, just two sentences:
Gas station for men, beauty salon for women!
Men eat the nourishing series, seven times a night is not a dream, women eat the beauty series, no need to worry about freckles aging!
Unlike the two of them, Dongfengpo did not open a restaurant or hotel. He inherited the cooking school of his father's generation, and changed it to the New Oriental Cooking Technology School in his own hands. He has trained countless chefs and his apprentices are all over the world. I remember what the advertisement says? —
'Learning to cook, New Oriental, there is a good place; 800 stoves are stainless steel, 200 masters have strong skills; New Oriental is large, with 200,000 students all over the world; learning a good cook has many benefits, but there are many benefits. Stable and high income, life-long employment is guaranteed and guaranteed! '
Hey, listen, how powerful, there are only 800 stoves, and they are still stainless steel!
There are two Western chefs, the Avatar and the Avatar brothers. Their stories are a bit more legendary-when they were young, these two brothers fell into a serious illness and fell into a coma for decades. Then they suddenly woke up one day and learned all kinds of styles. Various cooking techniques, according to Avatar, when they were in a coma, they went out of their bodies to an alien planet, followed a master Yoda to learn cooking techniques, and finally got the title of the best chef in the universe—the Jedi Knights. The purpose of the dishes is to fight against the darkness, awaken the last light in the hearts of mankind with a variety of delicious dishes, and protect the world from falling into the darkness!
Most of the followers who followed them were believers, preaching the light, living like an ascetic monk, walking in the West, bringing warm and saturated food to all hungry people—the nature is similar to that of the Red Society. Outsiders call them Western cooks. Gods, but in various cities in the West, they are more affectionately called "precious treasures that bring warmth to the world", referred to as: warm baby!
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I have seen photos of Steven Porridge many times. Although it is slightly short and fat and slightly oily, but there is no lack of grace and noble temperament, but I can understand it when I see real people. It turns out that Meitu Xiuxiu is not only in the circle of women. It is rumored that there is no lack of lovers among men—at least this oil-soaked version of Zeng Zhiwei has nothing to do with Lin Zicong.
Stephen Porridge walked out from behind the scenes with a glossy face and waved all the way. Many middle-aged and elderly fans screamed at him. Amidst the enthusiasm, he slowly approached, holding his stomach and shaking hands with the city’s judges. They basically squatted or bowed to their knees, fully realizing the gap with the old man. After waiting for them, the old man slowly stood up and gave the fat man a bear hug: "This time, you are fighting for my face. Here, marrying a granddaughter can bother you, and my old man is the only one, right?"
Two dimples sank into Steven Porridge’s face, hehehe said: "Brother, you are polite, please let the outsider say anything, what is our relationship? I am a judge for incidental purposes. Mainly, let’s drink your two birthdays. Wine, recount our friendship."
The old man laughed loudly, pulling the fat man down on a chair, whispering the old things in the south, east and north, while waving his hands casually, and the three famous judges from the city leaned to the side with a smile, with a full expression. It was envy and admiration, so I almost took off my face and shook it in front of others.
After receiving instructions from the old man, Fat Pig Huang hurried to the stage and asked people to deliver the first dish to the table of five people, and the rest was divided into small portions and sent to each table for tasting. Someone also gave it to the judges. There were boiled water of different temperatures and a jar for gargle. Everyone had five pairs of chopsticks. They were new and brand-new, so that no peculiar smell would interfere with the judges' ratings.
The little man followed closely, standing in front of the five with a rather nervous expression, without saying a word.
After the dish is formed, it basically looks like a bird’s nest. The inextricably threaded pork mince is drawn to form a circular network pattern. On it is a white picture of a boy offering a peach. It looks novel and beautiful. Immediately, the navy began to applaud loudly.
The five were humble. In the end, the president of the Food Association took the lead in moving the chopsticks. As soon as the chopsticks touched the dishes, the spherical net broke into several pieces immediately, and the peach presented by the boy turned into scum.
Chairman Yang picked up a piece and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing twice, looking at the two next to him with complex expressions: "Uh, it tastes good, and the heat is well controlled. I should have done some hard work..."
Two famous people in this city nodded: "Yeah."
He turned his gaze to the old man and Stephen Zhou: "I would like to ask you to comment on the shortcomings?" It doesn't matter if the old man is here. After all, he lives close and meets a lot. But it’s hard to say about the god of cooking here-if you lose your eyes, how can you mess around with this circle if you lose your face
Stephen Zhou was not welcome, and said directly: "Review? Simple, zero points."
The buzzing suddenly became louder, and many guests whispered and whispered. Obviously they had tasted the taste. This dish is already a good one in their opinion. If you get a score of zero, you can't understand it at all. The little man is even more confused. There is a sense of ignorance of being stripped of clothes by an unfamiliar beauty right out of the house... Seeing everyone's expressions, Stephen Zhou frowned and stood up:
"The most important thing about this dish is one inside and one outside. The inside and outside are combined. The minced meat on the back must be crispy and the outside pattern must be firm. No chopsticks are needed. Just a slap on the table. Shattered into debris, the outside picture is intact, and a flat picture of a boy offering a peach is formed on the bottom of the plate—what kind of thing is this? It can't be done inside and outside, how much is not given?"
Everyone suddenly said: "So that's it!"
The little man did not dare to say anything, but kept looking at the chairman of the Food Association from the corner of his eyes. The guy coughed and coughed for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to make trouble. Eliminated players.
The second dish was the young man’s egg fried rice. He showed his position as soon as he came up: "Dear judges, I know that the egg fried rice will be served overnight, so I made the rice yesterday, and the new steaming today is just a process."
"Foresight, not bad, young people have a bright future!" The host poked his chopsticks and rice into his mouth in a hurry: "Well, it's really good..."
Stephen Porridge said lightly: "If I were you, I wouldn't eat it."
"why?"
Steve Congee looked up and looked up at the sky. He was full of food and vomiting and was not swallowing and sitting on his seat. The pain was like constipation. The old man had to relieve him on the principle that the visitor is a guest: "This weather, The meal is going to be rotten overnight."
We: "..." (End of this chapter)