Rebirth as a Cooking God

　　 Counter 2

　　Li Han and Lan Chuhan have finished slaughtering 5 local ducks.

　　 Ducks with a smooth body and cleansed offal, placed on the kitchen counter, glowing slightly.

　　 The key is not the duck. Xia Yu looked at it and happened to see Li Han sweating heavily, carrying 5 large Chinese iron pans.

　　 "With such a big pot, five bites were moved at once... what are they going to do?"

　　 Xia Yu couldn't help but inhale and murmur.

　　Look at the 8 small casserole in front of me.

　　 Well, the momentum is completely lowered!

　　 is of course a joke. There is no useless ingredients or kitchenware in the finals. Xia Yu looked closely and saw that Li Han placed the five iron pans on the simple stove one by one, as if arrayed in front of him.

　　 "Lan Chu!"

　　Li Han turned around and shouted.

　　 "Come and help!" Lan Chuhan whispered softly, pointing to the white bag stacked next to the kitchen counter.

　　 What is this?

　　 Xia Yu's eyes widened, only to notice these bags at this time, "It must not be flour, how heavy is the six or seven bags of flour? I don't know how many portions of food can be made!"

　　 But in addition to the large amount of flour, Xia Yu broke his head and thought, it is difficult to think of what materials should be prepared so much.

　　Li Han answered him with practical actions.

　　 "Wow--"

　　Tear the mouth of the bag and pour it, and the white particles pouring out in a flash fill a large pot.

　　Li Han continued to move the bag, Lan Chuhan calmly, injecting a sticky and translucent liquid into the basin. This will be seen by professionals, and the stadium resounded:

　　 "Salt...?"

　　 "So much salt, mixed with egg white?"

　　 Guests had a messy expression.

　　 But Xia Yu had a chuckle in his heart, his head was raised, and there seemed to be a splitting of electricity in his head, and his chaotic thoughts became clear.

　　 "Absolutely that kind of dish... that recipe!"

　　 Both visual sense is too strong.

　　 Thinking of Lan Chuhan's surname and the inheritance of this surname representative, Xia Yu was absolutely sure.

　　 Sure enough.

　　Next, the procedures of Li Han and Lan Chuhan gradually overlapped with the memory images in Xia Yu's head.

　　Mix salt and egg white and knead to form a lump.

The smooth ducks do not need to be marinated or coated with extra seasonings. When they saw the two, they used salt clumps, just like building walls, little by little, to completely seal the ducks inside.

　　 So, there were five round things on the No. 2 cooking table.

　　 A fragrance of taro fragrance, the whole audience.

　　 A large Chinese wok filled with taro filaments, and a duck wrapped tightly with salt into a ball, was placed on the filaments. This scene fell on the lens, and suddenly had a strong sense of picture.

　　Tianyue "Hunting Red Leaf Meeting" mountain platform, Tian Suohui covered his mouth and said: "...how is it like building a nest and putting a white giant egg?"

　　 A group of students nodded in agreement.

"Yup!"

　　 "Ducks are actually wrapped in salt into a giant egg!"

　　 Alice's eyes widened.

　　The first-ranked Morita Maki, the smile on his face is gone, his hands are on the short table, entangled in a ball, and the sweat is clearly visible on the desktop. She was very nervous.

　　 "Momentum is strong! The dishes of this combination are by no means ordinary..."

　　 Fortunately, Heping's face was solemn.

　　 "I always feel that this championship is not easy to take!"

　　 "Nonsense!"

　　The Italian tableboy Takmi at the next table glanced, then stared at the TV, unconsciously waving a fist with a full of little fans, "but I firmly believe that lecturer Xia is the ultimate winner!"

　　 "Ha, Takmi, did you succumb to Lecturer Xia completely?"

　　 "This is a respect for the strong!"

　　 "What about me?" Xing Ping Chuangzhen hahadao.

　　 "You go! Waiting for my next challenge, soon!" Takmi hummed.

　　 Opposite every year.

Nine seats of "Ten Moon Ten Masters" still pay attention to the TV screen.

　　 "Boom--"

Suddenly, the picture was occupied by the spreading flames.

　　Yi Sehui, Si Yingshi and others, their pupils contracted sharply, staring at the five cryptic Chinese iron pans looming in the sea of ​​fire.

　　Lan Chuhan has retreated out of the ring of fire, and the faint figure in the sea of ​​fire is naturally the son of Li's who also masters [Burst Flame] and other flame cooking skills.

　　 The wine is overflowing.

　　The Luzhou Laojiao, which was one after another, was unsealed and used as a fuel for ignition. It was poured on five Chinese iron pans, and the wine produced a blaze.

　　 The eighth seat of Xiao Huangmao, according to Jiji, clenched his fists and said uncomfortably: "This guy, it started again!"

"Yes!"

　　 Kobayashi's gentian shows little sharp tiger teeth.

　　 Li Han's flame cooking skills, they have watched the first stage of the game and were very impressed.

Jiu Zhaozhao, Xiaolin Longdan and others watched the flames sweeping the stadium, but the mood was subtle and complicated, and there seemed to be a kind of anger that the territory was violated. Such a flame cooking technique should belong to the "flame magician" of Yuanyue. Yes indeed.

Unconsciously, Xia Yu's [Burst Flame] has put a personal mark on the minds of this group of students.

　　 "Huh, it's really hot!"

　　 The angle of view returned to the arena, and Tang Yuqiong withdrew his sight from the No. 2 cooking counter.

　　 "Elder Tang, let's start too!" she said.

　　Tangshan gazed back with a carving knife, nodded, Tang Yuqiong saw it, reached out on the big iceberg in front of him, and tapped it gently.

　　 Wow!

　　 Great avalanche!

Just like Xia Yu's carvings in the past, the fine ice particles splashed everywhere. When the motion stopped, the big iceberg was actually more rough and simple. However, unlike the previous one, the mountain of Dufeng was divided into five peaks. Like five fingers raised, the **** is the longest and steepest, and the thumb is the thickest but most stable.

　　 The lens swept, the iceberg was gleaming, and the inside did not seem to be completely frozen, with a strange flow.

　　 The audience did not expect Tangshan to be a master of ice sculpture, even Xia Yu was surprised.

　　 "Daqiao does not work!"

　　 looked at the five-finger peak of No. 3 cooking station, and Xia Yu baffled such a word inexplicably.

　　 Shen Yun!

　　 can touch the word, ice sculpture cooking works to shock the audience, it is enough to illustrate the skill of Tangshan's skill.

　　 But obviously, carving is only the first step of Tangshan and Tang Yuqiong's cooking.

　　 Xia Yu calmed his heartbeat, withdrew his gaze and only looked at the row of casseroles in front of him. Looking at him more, he was afraid he would start to doubt his life.

　　 After half an hour.

"All right!"

　　 He quickly turned off the flame valves of the eight stoves.

　　 Zhu Qing followed him and yanked away the damp cloth covering the dough.

　　 Mulu was pleased to see a few doughs of completely leavened dough on the countertop. These doughs were several times larger than the original. Zhu Qing's fingers were randomly poked in the blue dough, leaving almost a deep hole for wearing. "Very good!"

　　 "The finger hole has not retracted! It is completely swollen!"

　　I can't help but say that my personal kitchen utensils again, that is, a pair of silver chopsticks, Zhu Qing's chopsticks, like the beans and the wind and rain, several times per second, each time separating a piece of dough, the efficiency is amazing.

When there is not much time, the four-color dough becomes a pile of small noodles of uniform size.

　　 "You roll it, I'll wrap it!"

　　 Zhu Qing refers to Xia Yu, and refers to his black pastry stick.

　　 The filling is ready and the dough is ready. The next step is to wrap it.

　　 The "Soul Soul Bag" has a simple appearance. The unpleasant point is that it is retro. It retains the most original appearance of the buns.

　　 Xia Yu and Zhu Qing sweated on their foreheads, obviously it was not easy to pack.

　　 At this time, there was a voice from the stadium:

　　 "The flame is getting smaller!"

　　 "It's done!"

　　 Counter 2, the scent of the old wine cellar gradually dissipated ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The flame also showed signs of decay and extinction with the depletion of alcohol.

Da da da……

　　 footsteps.

　　Li Han was gray-faced and walked out of the five burning Chinese wok, and said to Lan Chuhan: "Lan Chu, almost!"

　　The two of them coincidedly, watching the timer.

　　 "Elder Tang!"

　　 Tang Yuqiong's hands shivered slightly and put down a shiny shovel-shaped tool. She seemed to fill a gap in the Wuzhifeng iceberg. At this time, the iceberg at first glance looks like a delicate fish tank with a shadow inside...

　　 Counter No.1.

　　The steamer set up on the boiler, the smoke billowed.

　　 "The fire is here!"

　　 Xia Yu ceasefire.

　　 "But it's still a prop!" he murmured.

　　 "Did you say that..."

　　 Zhu Qing raised his finger, and in the corner of the field, a number of artisans invited by the official of the event were evacuating from a bamboo boat.

　　 stunned, Xia Yu bowed to the craftsmen who came from afar to thank.

　　 "So, let's serve—" He smiled softly.

　　 Zhu Qing said with a smile: "It's time to show!" 8

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