Chinese cuisine!

After seeing the food and halberd questions on the screen, an uproar suddenly came from the venue.

It’s not about anything else, but the topic is too broad. Who is present without a certain food literacy? How could you not know that there are eight major cuisines in "Chinese cuisine". There are countless branches of "Chinese cuisine" below.

Review seat.

Gin Dojima's eyes firmly fixed on one of the contestants, and said with interest: "It's just a wide appearance."

Kakuzaki Taki and the other three judges nodded.

"Who doesn't know that I've been specializing in Sichuan cuisine for a long time. I asked him to give up the numbness and spicyness that was compared to 'violent aesthetics' in the halberd duel. That is equivalent to breaking his fangs and losing his aggressiveness and aggressiveness."

"Yes, the food and halberds are very competitive. If it is an ordinary work, it is destined to be defeated, even if his cooking skills are a little better!"

Dongdong.

Hearing the knock on the door, Nito Hisako went to open the door.

"I'm disturbing, Miss Erina Nakiri." Kei Iso entered the room and walked straight to the one-way transparent floor-to-ceiling window, and stood with her chest and long hair floating in the air, two or three meters away.

"You're sending me a text message...it's him?"

My eyes fell on my opponent, whom I was so beautiful that I had never seen before.

Erina Nakiri said in a plain voice: "It's really curious. A character you listed as a suspected candidate for the top ten. Senior Isei, you sent me a text message to me. Is it here to comment on your perspective?"

Yisehui smiled and shook her head.

"It's a space evaluation. The seats of the top ten are already nervous. If you see a competitor show your strength with your own eyes, even Miss Erina, you will probably feel irritated and uneasy."

Upon hearing this, the girl's eyes narrowed slightly, and her face was a bit solemn.

On the field.

Xia Yan washed his hands and waited for the staff to bring his ingredients, while observing the preparations of Zhao Ji, who was opposite me.

Here, the recipe is simple, so the ingredients and tools are not complicated.

But the situation of Jiuwo Zhaoji is completely opposite. First, the staff "rumbled" and pushed a big cart, which was quite eye-catching. Then, several bald black-clothed men from the Chinese Cuisine Research Association moved down a pot with a pure black metallic feel.

The pot was directly mounted on the charcoal stove, and the black-clad members of the club had charcoal bags piled up at their feet, waiting for me as long as I was ordered by the Ji.

But this is just the beginning.

Another car transported the swaying live fish to the stage. The camera was closer, giving Jiuwo Sawaki a close-up picture of how he rolled up his sleeves and waved his knife to kill the fish.

"Black, bearded, long..."

"It's a catfish!"

When I saw Zhao Ji, I turned the kitchen knife and slap the stick at the fish head. I first knocked the live fish out, and then cut it into the tail and bleed it. The judges and the audience couldn't help but praise the basic skills of this ten-time candidate. Every treatment was neat and would never drag on it.

After the blood is added, the internal organs and gills are removed, chopped into fish pieces, sprinkle with salt, cooking wine, and pepper to marinate.

After doing this, I started washing my hands at Ji to wash away the blood and fishy smell on my hands.

So his eyes, together with the camera, turned to the kitchen counter opposite, and saw Xia Yan cut green peppers and shredded pork into cloned silk strips. Jiu Isaka Ki slightly slapped his mouth and made a low whisper, "Green peppers and shredded pork..."

"It seems that he has no experience in eating." He shook his head, his flickering eyes filled with disappointment.

In the halberd duel, using daily recipes is simply a tragic death.

It’s not that ‘green pepper shredded pork’ is not classic enough, it’s too classic and widely circulated. It’s been eaten by everyone and made by a chef. So both diners and chefs said it was very difficult. On the one hand, they were tired of eating, but they couldn’t get excited, while on the other hand, they were rotten and could not innovate.

Therefore, it is likely to become a mediocre "green pepper shredded pork"...

Thinking of the dishes being served later, the judges' faces were numb and they were very reluctant to take a bite. They ate the chopsticks and ate them. They didn't respond when they chewed white paper and said they would not take a second bite...

I sighed with a sigh of disappointment from Sakuki.

"I'm so stupid. It was a 5-0 victory. What are I looking forward to? But my opponent is too fish. I would have insisted on not getting involved if I knew it. Such a fish pond bureau is meaningless to me."

Those who have similar views to Hiromi Satoki are also the top ten members of the guest room, Erina Nakiri.

There is no reason.

For a long time, I was so busy here. Compared with the cooking performances with a suffocating rhythm, Xia Yan seemed too quiet and dull.

There was a buzzing voice in the audience.

"The knife skills are extremely strong."

"+1, cut the green pepper and shredded pork into the same way as the cloned group. The knife skills are very strong, but that's all. The cooking skills are not just knife skills."

"My God, why is it 'green pepper shredded pork'? It's so disappointing. In comparison, when I was Saki's preparation, I couldn't even think of his recipe..."

"Who said I didn't expect it, I seriously think it's hot pot! Hot pot fish!"

After the people outside the kitchen discussed, from holding the knife and cutting vegetables, Xia Yan was immersed in the world of cooking. His high concentration allowed him to quickly throw away the little nervousness before taking the stage, and the blood in his body also regained his vitality. His movements seemed to be stretched and smooth, without a trace of tension and stiffness.

"Bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang!"

After the "Flower Knife" is full, the most intuitive experience is that it is controlled by Xia Yan's thoughts and no longer triggered suddenly.

At the same time, not triggering the "Flower Knife" does not mean that the knife skills are advanced. On Xia Yan's panel, it is useless.

This is a very important advancement that requires speed and accuracy, so this sword force is vaguely reflected in him, but there is no eye-catching scene like a carving and flower craftsman.

Coincidentally, the catfish I had to be marinated by Zhaoji, and Xia Yan also had to be marinated with shredded meat.

On the camera, the shredded pork in the basin is mixed evenly with cooking wine, starch and egg white.

"A very common method is to add egg whites to keep the shredded meat tender and delicate texture." said a commentator from the review seat.

Everyone thought that after marinating the meat, Xia Yan would wash his hands and wait for half an hour with Jiuwo Zhaoji, but saw him suddenly putting a Chinese iron pot on the professional stove that was rising from the hot fire, and then moved out nearly ten bottles of "douban sauce" from the cartons that the staff carried to the stage...

The atmosphere in the museum was a little cold for a moment.

Silent.

Soon, all the seasoning bottles were empty and placed on the table, and the camera was quite spectacular when it was shot sideways.

However.

What attracted everyone's attention was not these empty bottles, but piled in a large iron pot and turned into a hot sauce on the sharp hills.

"Gulu~" The off-campus judge who was speaking just now swallowed his saliva at the microphone, and his voice clearly spread throughout the venue. The director was still very bad and gave a close-up of his facial expression.

The judge's expression was probably like this:

(_).

"Uh!" Nakirina took a long breath when she saw this scene, especially when she saw Xia Yan using a spatula, the blue veins were obviously tightened on the back of her hand, and she began to stir-fry the pile of spicy sauce. She only felt that the "God's tongue" in her mouth had a faint spicy and stimulating electric shock.

It seems that this scene has evoked the traumatic stress syndrome hidden in my heart.

"This, is this going to fry the red oil of bean paste?" The light purple-haired girl, Shinto Hirosa, was stunned.

"Is it necessary, so much?!"

In the judge's seat, Dojima Yin's mouth widened and a bead of sweat spilled out of his forehead.
Chapter completed!