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The eight brothers didn't talk too much, and just after returning home, they encountered a grand event to choose a chef, and they were very happy.With a laugh, he followed Li Jinlai and walked quickly to the main building.

Before walking into the main building, I only heard the tinkling inside, which was extremely lively.

The sounds of iron spoons weighing pots, kitchen knives chopping tables, pots and bowls colliding, and low-pitched shouts mixed together into a beautiful movement.

Li Jinlai lifted the thick curtain, a wave of heat hit, and the eight of them seemed to be in the warm spring, making the chill disappear.

Looking up, all the furniture and objects in the hall on the first floor have been moved aside. On the huge scene in the middle, there are fourteen stoves lined up in two rows, and there are special tables beside them.One stove is one kitchen, one kitchen is paired with two or three helpers, and I am very happy to be busy there.

But there was an upright chair next to the entry counter, Li Wang sat in it, and Yunniang and Chu Xiang stood on both sides.Not far in front of the three girls were another ten low tables, on which were placed a picture of cups, saucers, chopsticks and a large bowl of water.Sitting behind the ten short tables were men, women and children of different ages, from as young as three or four years old to as old as over sixty, all of them stared nervously at the cook opposite with their eyes wide open.

The old lady was not as nervous as everyone else, she sat quietly on the chair, extremely calm.

But Yunniang and Chu Xiang are different. Both women blinked their beautiful eyes and watched happily. In this era, female celebrity and cooking skills are definitely two compulsory homework for ordinary women, and it is also where they display their infinite enthusiasm.The two of them chatted with each other from time to time, and when they saw the novelty, their eyes flashed a strange look, and when they saw the shock, they secretly exclaimed, covering their mouths with their hands to prevent themselves from making a sound.

In addition to these people, the neighbors who were watching the game were crowded with enthusiasm, and their enthusiasm was unprecedented. This was probably the first time in their lives that they saw the chef's game, and they were extremely happy just from their expressions and actions.

The eight people stood quietly in the corridor leading to the hall from the backyard without making a sound, and looked carefully.They didn't want to cause unnecessary commotion because of their arrival.

Just looking at this situation, Ouyang knew that the "publicity fees" previously given to those traveling business travelers and foot stations were not in vain. What surprised Ouyang even more was that the three people headed by the old lady could come up with such a clever way to Exam chef.

The three women didn't see him, so he simply focused on the skills of the fourteen chefs.

The first seven or eight cooks were mediocre in terms of workmanship and appearance, so Ouyang just took a few more glances and was not interested.

When he saw the ninth chef in the second row, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The chef is obviously a native of Hedong, with a short stature and an average appearance.What caught the eye was his thick and long arms, like two pillars, extremely disproportionate to his figure.He was kneading noodles in a porcelain basin, and because he had to serve more than a dozen people, the dough in the basin was almost to the brim, and it looked like a full basin might weigh more than five or six catties.

With one hand open like a claw, the fingertips touch the surface and rotate lightly, and the other hand forms a palm, walking and pressing on the surface of the dough. It seems easy, but every time he presses, his wrist is lost.After a dozen times of reconciliation, the right hand suddenly turned into the palm of a knife, copied down against the edge of the porcelain basin, lifted the face up and threw it into the air, followed quickly with the left hand and slapped the face with both hands upside down, unexpectedly Letting such a large mass of soft noodles turn over and over in the air is like performing acrobatics.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Although Ouyang was not born as a cook, just looking at his relaxed and rhythmic slapping, and his calm face, one can imagine that the strength of his arms must be unusual, and since he doesn't have years of skills, he would never be like this anyway. as skilled.

As he was thinking about it, he let out a low cry, and with the last palm he slapped upwards suddenly, with a loud "pop", the dough flew two or three feet high, without even looking at it, his right hand went straight to the table next to him, and grabbed it. He picked up a thin iron plate with a big porcelain basin bottom, which was bright and visible, and faced it into the air, while his left hand took out another iron plate shaped like a half moon from his waist.When the dough fell, the iron sheet in the right hand just caught the dough and lifted it down to the front of the shoulder, and the half-moon iron sheet in the left hand was already attached to the top of the dough, and it started to be peeled.

"Sliced ​​noodles!" Ouyang groaned, unexpectedly saw an extremely unusual pasta in his chef competition.

Noodles are common noodles, and maybe nine out of ten households in Bingzhou can make them, but there are very few people who want to make them pleasing to the eye and delicious.

He had only one striker, and he had already boiled the iron pot on the stove in front of him.The cook looked straight at the boiling water in the pot, and his left hand kept peeling the dough like flying.The half-moon iron piece in his hand is like a knife in its rapid movement. It can be seen that the knife does not leave the face, and the face does not leave the knife. The machete is triangular.

It is true that a leaf falls into the pot and another leaf floats, a leaf leaves the surface and a knife is thrown, the whitebait falls into the water and turns white waves, and the willow leaves ride the wind down the treetops.

Face into the boiling water, the surrounding audience already exclaimed, once this stunt is shown, it is almost overwhelming the audience.

Ouyang counted secretly, and he cut out more than 100 leaves per minute. How do ordinary people do it?

Next to him, he quickly stirred the brine on the small stove a few times, and simmered on a low fire. The moment the lid was lifted, the fragrance was overflowing and refreshing.Ouyang doesn't need to taste it anymore, when the finished product is served, it must be the best!

Ouyang didn't go to see it anymore, he was bound to win this cook, and he had to stay in the building.

"I can't tell, it's really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" Ge Ye shook his head and sighed while stroking his weed-like beard.

Goro, who was standing beside Ge Ye, licked his lips and muttered, "I just happened to be hungry. I walked for more than an hour, and my stomach is empty. I must eat a bowl later!"

Several people laughed lowly upon hearing this, scolding this "big brother" for being greedy.

Ouyang shook his head with a smile, and continued to look down.I watched three or four cooks in succession, and I was no longer as surprised as I was just now.Until the No. 14 cook, which was the last one, he was so dumbfounded.

Not for anything else, the cook turned out to be a woman, not to mention how beautiful she was, but she had a gentle face, completely different from the thirteen tall, short, fat and thin men in front of her.

What surprised Ouyang even more was that she didn't do anything, but kept looking at the other cooks, her eyes were calm and calm.

It's weird, it's too weird!

At this time, most of the chefs' specialty dishes have been finished, and even the noodle chef that Ouyang valued the most has started to prepare the noodles.

At this time, the female chef showed a faint smile on her face, and looked back at a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who was doing odd jobs for him.

The woman's hands began to move, she put an iron pot on the martial fire, reached out and took out a gourd from the wooden box on the table beside her, and with her thumb, she flicked the mouth of the gourd with a sound of "啦咚咚咚". "A lot of turquoise liquid poured out from it.

At this time, many viewers had already discovered her existence, and even some chefs turned their heads to follow the gazes of the crowd.After seeing that the turquoise liquid she poured out of the gourd was unknown, the scene suddenly fell silent.

"Oil!" Ouyang's little heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out a low cry.As far as he knows, the practical application of cooking with oil began in the Song Dynasty. How could he not be surprised that someone had already used oil in the Tang Dynasty.

When Ouyang blurted out what Ouyang said, the female chef seemed to hear it, and quickly turned her head to look at Ouyang, her eyes were full of surprise and surprise, but this special emotion was quickly suppressed, and it just turned into Calm down, go back and continue with your entry.

After she finished pouring the oil, she waited for a few breaths, and the boy took out a cattail fan and slammed it under the stove more than a dozen times evenly and vigorously, the color of the boiling oil in the pot turned darker.

She put the iron ladle into the pot and stirred it, and twisted it hard with the right hand holding the handle of the ladle. The iron ladle was immediately turned over in the boiling oil.

"Ah!" Many people exclaimed, they had never seen such a liquid on fire, and they were so frightened that they thought it was going to catch fire.

But the woman poured more than twenty pieces of ribs the size of walnuts from the plate beside her into the oil along the side of the pot with a calm face. The oil fire went out immediately, but the smell of meat was everywhere.Just when it was slightly golden, she took out the colander and put the spare ribs into a porcelain plate, and then used a smaller iron spoon to pick up a spare rib, adding starch and a kind of red soup successively like stirring oil before. Spinning through the juice, the hot ribs were evenly coated, but not a single drop of starch and red soup was spilled. When the ribs were covered with starch and red soup, she opened her mouth and said to her behind: "Ice !"

This word was beyond everyone's expectations, including Ouyang.In this era, it is unheard of and unseen to dare to use ice in cooking.

The entire hall was extremely quiet in an instant, even the old lady got off the front chair, and was supported by two women to the side to watch.

The female chef was not affected by the crowd. The boy behind her took out two pocket wooden barrels from the wooden box in a row, opened the lid and poured pure ice cubes into another porcelain basin.The female chef continued to spin the spoon, but it turned into a basin of ice cubes!

After turning around five or six times, the pork ribs coated with a layer of starch and red juice are wrapped in a layer of crystal clear thin ice, which is really tempting!

Then continue to cook all the remaining ribs in the same way, without any pause, but the movement is slightly slower at the end, but it does not affect the sensation caused by this move.

All the ribs were put into a large porcelain plate, and the ribs wrapped in thin ice made a clinking sound when they touched each other.

The female chef took the pot holder, and took out a clean white towel from the wooden box to clean her hands and face.Then he smiled and looked at the stunned people around him as if he was okay.

"This, could it be... Gu Gu meat!" Ouyang was already in a state of dementia, staring at the ice meat on the plate and swallowing a mouthful of spit.

His words were heard by everyone in the hall where needles could be heard, and the female chef was no exception.

She turned around quickly, staring at Ouyang with unprecedented surprise and doubt in her eyes, and opened her jade teeth lightly: "Who are you!"