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Chapter 15 Master Chef Competition ([-])
Those who can come to participate in the final election have something.

Leaving aside the exaggerated exclamations of "This is not the young owner of XX Restaurant" and "That is the youngest daughter of XX famous chef" from outside the arena, the performance of the players in the arena alone is enough to make Jiang Qi suspect that the script world is serious Ancient is still the ancient version of the Chinese Xiaodangjia.

Cut the white radish into slices as thin as cicada wings, and the radish slices draw a perfect arc in the air and then fall accurately onto the plate and stack them together. Is this an operation that can be done in reality?

With a flash of the kitchen knife, a whole chicken is cut into eight pieces in a flash. The chicken legs, chicken wings, and chicken breasts are all sorted and arranged. Is this an operation that can be done in reality?

The speed of cutting tofu is so fast that the knife has an afterimage. A small piece of tofu is cut into [-] strands, and the strands are so thin that a needle can be threaded. Some operations.

Isn't this Wensi tofu?

Finally seeing a normal contestant, Jiang Qi was very moved, and hurried to the female contestant to watch her hand movements closely.

After cutting the shredded tofu of 3 pieces of tofu, the unnamed contestant took the shredded tofu out of the water, drained it and put it on the chopping board.

A cold light flashed, and when Jiang Qi could see clearly, the tofu on the chopping board had been bundled up by bean sprouts into a hairless phoenix in a state of spreading its wings.

Jiang Qi: ?
Is this possible in reality?

This script should not be classified as food, it should be classified as fantasy.

A shedding phoenix that suddenly appeared naturally attracted the attention of the onlookers, and a knowledgeable onlooker exclaimed: "The phoenix sings spring!"

"It's actually Phoenix Mingchun. This is the unique skill of the Wei family in Quzhou. Could this girl be Wei Ruyue, the only daughter of the Wei family?!"

Jiang Qi turned to look at Wei Ruyue, unexpectedly, this was the protagonist of the book he was reading.

Wei Ruyue was making the tail feathers of the phoenix, shredded cucumbers and carrots, dipped in water and starch to stick to the tail of the phoenix, but the original phoenix that had shed its hair within ten minutes was quite radiant.Wei Ruyue made other vegetables for decoration in the same way. She cut out a small circle from the pumpkin and carved it slowly. Jiang Qi watched for 2 minutes and realized that she was carving the eyes of a phoenix.

The finishing touch is the most important thing when transforming a dragon, and the same is true for a phoenix.

Wei Ruyue's dishes attracted the attention of most people in the audience, even Huang Fugui was also attracted by Wei Ruyue, who came closer to observe Wei Ruyue's phoenix, amazed.

The male contestant behind Wei Ruyue, who was the same age as her, saw her actions clearly, snorted coldly with disdain, said something grandiose in a low voice, and continued with the work at hand.

Jiang Qi looked at the male contestant and found that he also had extraordinary knife skills.

Although there are no overly exaggerated movements, the shredded vegetables and shredded meat are the same thickness, and the knife is fast and steady, obviously with real kung fu.

In a sense, watching people cook is no different from watching people paint, and the process is extremely enjoyable.

A chef with superb cooking skills is creating art just like a painter is painting, not to mention that these chefs are more or less fantasy-like.

Jiang Qi seemed to see how many dishes were glowing while waiting for the dishes to come out of the pan.

Gradually, Jiang Qi took a fancy to him.

When the youngest boy in the audience, who looked less than ten years old, stretched his face like a rhythmic gymnast performing a ribbon dance, smooth and enjoyable, Jiang Qi began to seriously think about whether this world is real There is God of Chef.

Otherwise, it's really hard to explain why this group of people make their cooking feel like cultivating immortals.

The melon-eaters inside and outside the arena feasted their eyes just like Jiang Qi. Huang Fugui even forgot that he was the host of the final match, and ran to the stone circle to ask the melon-eaters outside what kind of dishes these contestants cooked.

"The girl in black who is chopping stuffing is Cao Sanniang. She opened the most famous steamed stuffed bun shop in the capital. I ate it when I went to Beijing the year before last. The beef steamed stuffed buns are really amazing." This is the crowd of onlookers.

"Sure enough, amazing!" This is Huang Fugui.

"A mere steamed stuffed bun seller can make flowers? Do you know who the youngest one is? That's Zhou Yuchu's youngest son! Although the youngest son is only nine years old, he has already been passed down by Zhou Yuchu. All gods like young geniuses, and I think Zhou Yuchu's youngest son is sure to win this time!" This was another spectator.

"Wow, amazing." This is Huang Fugui.

"Who are you, you, have you eaten Zhou Yuchu's dim sum? It's a bit of a true biography. Here, what kind of dishes can a child with a yellow mouth make? Have you seen the uncle in the innermost place? Xuzhou famous chef king One knife! He was famous in Xuzhou at the age of 17, this time he must win the championship!" This is the third onlooker.

"Famous chef, amazing." It can be heard that Huang Fugui's adjectives are relatively lacking.

Soon, the surrounding area became a scene of fans fighting. The fans of each contestant were arguing, only Huang Fugui could hear it repeatedly, and no matter who said it, he would sigh.
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Wei Ruyue was the first to finish the dish.

The Phoenix Mingchun she made should be regarded as a cold dish. It looks very beautiful. The Phoenix feathers made of shredded vegetables of various colors come alive in the sun after being poured with her secret transparent sauce. From a distance, it really looks like a bird about to spread its wings. Like a flying phoenix.

The outstanding appearance of the dishes is naturally a bonus. Seeing Wei Ruyue raised his hand to indicate that he was done, Huang Fugui couldn't wait to go up to watch. He walked around Fenghuang cautiously, admiring again and again.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. In this world, there is such a superb knife skill that can make a phoenix like a painter's painting." Huang Fugui didn't dare to get close to the phoenix Mingchun.

"Mr. Huang, may I ask this dish..." Wei Ruyue asked.

Huang Fugui clapped his hands, and two servants came up, and carefully carried the Phoenix Mingchun to the Weixian Tower.

"Of course this dish is to be served in Weixian Tower for Mr. Chef God to taste. I'll ask Miss Wei to take you to the rest area to wait and drink some tea. After everyone's dishes are finished, the results will be announced naturally. I First go to Weixian Tower to report, Miss Wei please."

Wei Ruyue nodded, and followed the boy to the resting place.

There is still half a stick of incense time.

Jiang Qi looked at the dishes of each contestant, and none of them looked like food that could be made in the world.

A budding lotus flower is made of various vegetables, and the onlookers say that when eating, you have to pour chicken soup, and it is a fairyland food that blooms while watering.

There is a mass of black, but it is said to be extremely delicious, and it contains three kinds of meat, pig, beef and sheep. It is a delicious demon food.

Even the buns, every pleat is perfect, it is said that when you eat it, it is like seeing a peerless beauty.

It's just that there is no human world.

4 When the time for sticking incense is up, no matter whether it is finished or not, the chefs present all stop what they are doing in a very ethical manner.Even if it was an unfinished semi-finished product, Huang Fugui asked the servant to take it to Weixianlou.

"Everyone." Huang Fugui beat the gongs and drums again, and the audience was quiet. Then he continued, "The competition is over. As for the result, Mr. Chef God has his own decision, and you will know soon. It's not too early now. Why don't you go home and have lunch."

When Huang Fugui said that, Jiang Qi noticed that the competition was actually held in the morning.The two-hour game time is exactly at noon, and the sun is shining, and it will be time for lunch in half an hour.

Hearing what Huang Fugui said, the onlookers dispersed cooperatively, and excitedly talked about the grand occasion of the match just now.

All the contestants on the field have come to the rest area. Huang Fugui walked to the rest area, first saluted everyone, and then said with a smile: "Masters, Mr. Chef God invites you to Weixian Tower."

Wei Ruyue got up first, obviously very confident in her work today: "Let's go."

Everyone followed Huang Fugui to Weixian Tower.

There are eight tables on the first floor of Weixian Building, and there are 32 bowls of steaming green vegetable noodles on 30 positions.

The noodles are very simple, freshly stretched white noodles, two small green vegetables, and a soft-boiled egg lying on the surface that is cooked to perfection and will turn yellow when poked with chopsticks. There is nothing else.

Compared with the dishes made by everyone just now, these 30 bowls of green vegetable noodles are simply pitifully simple.

Everyone was surprised and didn't understand why, but they still sat down under Huang Fugui's gesture, and looked at the green vegetable noodles in front of them with some helplessness.

Jiang Qi was also a little confused, what does this mean?
Participation reward?

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Cooking God?" Wang Yidao, the oldest among the crowd, asked cautiously, "Can I announce the result now?"

"I am the God of Cooking." Huang Fugui said with a smile.

The whole place was shocked.

Not only were the people present speechless in shock, but Jiang Qi also didn't expect that Huang Fugui was the God of Cooking.

How to put it, Huang Fugui's reaction to seeing everything fresh during the competition just now is really not like a chef.

Huang Fugui had already guessed the reaction of everyone present, no matter their first reaction was surprise, surprise or doubt, he always looked at everyone with a smile, the same appearance from beginning to end.

"I, Huang, was just a street peddler when I was young. I earned some hard money by selling goods. My wife worked as a maid in a wealthy family, and there was no elderly at home, and no one to take care of my children at home. My son makes a bowl of green vegetable noodles, and when he has spare money, he will lay down an egg."

"Later, I was lucky enough to meet a nobleman who made a fortune and became a rich and idle person. My son's favorite food is the green vegetable noodles I made.

I have made green vegetable noodles for my son for more than 20 years. Now I not only make it for my son, but also for my grandson. This bowl of noodles is not very skillful. As you can see, it is just a bowl of ordinary egg noodles. "

"Six years ago, the son of the restaurant owner in the town needed money for a crime, so I sold his restaurant. Originally, I wanted to just let him have money and buy it back. One day, I suddenly felt that such a big restaurant would In order to waste money, it changed its name to Weixianlou and opened it.

At the beginning of the opening, no chef was recruited, so I did it myself, because I only know how to make green vegetable noodles, so Weixianlou only sells green vegetable noodles. "

"The strange thing is that every guest who ate the noodles was full of praise, and gradually the reputation spread. I kept not showing up just because I was afraid of trouble. Unexpectedly, the reputation spread more and more widely, and finally it spread to me Chef."

"Everyone is a culinary genius from Kyushu. I have seen your skills just now, and they are far better than me. I, Huang Fugui, only know one dish of green vegetable noodles. I can't be called a chef god, and I can't teach you anything. If it is true If I have any experience, it is probably that every time I make noodles, I will think of the way my son and grandson eat noodles. When I was still a shopkeeper, no matter how hard it is and how tired I think of my son, I will not be tired or tired. "

"So, I, Huang Fugui, would like to ask you all to do me a favor and help me keep the secret that I am the God of Cooking. I have already given you the secret of making noodles. From today on, you are all the descendants of God of Cooking. Huang has thanked everyone here."

Everyone was stunned when they heard Huang Fugui's words. Only Cao Sanniang asked, "I heard that Weixianlou was only open before lunch at the beginning. May I ask why?"

"This." Huang Fugui smiled embarrassedly, "It's not because my little grandson likes to eat the green vegetable noodles I made, and I have to rush home at noon to make green vegetable noodles for him."

Cao Sanniang was also taken aback.

"Do you have any other questions?"

No one said anything.

Huang Fugui bowed his hands to everyone: "Everyone, Huang has to go home to cook noodles for his young grandson, so I will take my leave first."

"Please also try the green vegetable noodles that made Huang famous first. If this noodles are cold, it will not taste good."

A flash of white light flashed.

Jiang Qi returned to reality.

(End of this chapter)