Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 118
An Ning observed the two of them carefully for a while, and then all her attention fell on the young man.

Probably in order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to steal the lesson, there are partitions on the edge of the stove, and she can't see the situation on the table through the partitions.

However, judging from the young man's movements, she should have a very solid foundation, and from the scent she emits, she can easily distinguish some ingredients and seasonings, and then deliberate and guess the matching and production process.

Judging from these, comparing the two, she felt that the boy should be better.

The young man's movements and process looked tedious and gorgeous, like a chef in a high-end restaurant performing his cooking skills, but she felt that the other party's foundation was a bit weak, and his movements seemed a bit frivolous. Judging from the taste alone, there was always a sense of confusion.

"Mom, are they competing?" Kangkang looked at the situation inside and listened to the discussions around him, and seemed to be a little confused. This match seemed different from what he had seen before?

"Yeah." An Ning reached out to hug him, and continued to stare at the boy.

Kangkang looked at her for a while, then couldn't help but lay on her shoulder, and whispered to his ear, "Mother, if that little brother loses, will he also cripple his right hand?"

"Oh, why do you think that little brother will lose?"

"No, it's just that the little brother seems to be sick. Didn't mother say that being in a bad state will affect his performance?"

"Hehe, you remember clearly." She often used these words to perfuse Wei Sichen, so as to save him from picking and choosing.

"Hehe, Kangkang remembers everything mother said." The little guy hugged her neck softly and coquettishly.

"Yes, then I said to eat in moderation, do you remember?" As he spoke, he poked at his chubby belly.

The little guy quickly hugged his little belly, showing his little canine teeth and giggling, "I have some, and I only eat a little bit of a lot of things." He compared his thumb and index finger as he spoke.

An Ning patted his little butt, and stuffed him into Wei Sichen's arms, while pinching his calf, "Look, you are almost becoming a little fat pig, and your mother can't hold you in your arms."

"No way, it's not a fat pig." The little guy immediately pouted and retorted.

"Hurry up, according to this momentum, now is not the future." An Ning pinched his pouted mouth amusedly.

Kangkang was depressed, turned his head and muttered, "Mother hates it!" Then he turned his face and lay on Wei Sichen's shoulder, as if he wanted to get angry with her.

An Ning laughed, and patted his little butt, "Hey, your temper is getting hotter."

"Mother hates it!" The little guy raised his hand to cover his butt, turned his head and pursed his mouth to complain.

Wei Sichen looked at the interaction between the two mothers with a smile, and his eyes were full of smiles.

He raised his hand to hold the little guy's buttocks, made a protective gesture, and said to An Ning, "Okay, be careful to make your hair blown."

But the competition in this meeting is coming to an end.

When An Ning and the others came, the competition had already been halfway through, and the two of them were going through the final process almost at the same time, so they also started to get serious, keeping a close eye on the situation of the two of them inside.

However, contrary to An Ning's expectations, most people seemed to support the boy, presumably sympathizing with him.

Of course, some people scolded the young man for not knowing how to live or die, not knowing the heights of heaven and earth, not learning from his elder brother's lesson and coming to revenge. Even if he wins, it is meaningless, and losing will only make things worse.

Kangkang seemed to be affected by the serious atmosphere, stretched his small body over An Ning's shoulder, and asked, "Mom, who do you think will win?"

From the way the little guy stared at the boy, it was clear that he wanted the boy to win.

However, she didn't taste the dishes or see the process, so she couldn't judge, but if she only inferred from the previous two points, she felt that the chances of winning were higher for teenagers.

But if you go deeper, you don't know.

After all, the three above are so-called orthodox chefs, and the other young man competing is also an orthodox chef. If the judging team is with the young man, or if some false judgments are made due to prejudice against wild cooks, it will be very detrimental to the young man. .

Soon, with the sound of a gong, the young man seemed to be the first to finish.

The opponent was wiping his hands with a clean white handkerchief, and while signaling to the person next to him to bring the finished product to the referee's table, he looked at the boy who hadn't finished yet with disdain and mockery, as if he was sure that he would win.

But the young man was not affected, and he continued to do his unfinished procedures in a calm manner. From this point alone, we can see the young man's heart and part of his character.

An Ning appreciates this resolute and unafraid temperament, but he is still so young, and he should be talented in cooking.

The young man's dishes had already been served, divided into three plates.

It was a meatball that resembled a lion's head.

The meatball is about the size of a baby's fist, and the skin seems to have a layer of frozen skin, so it looks a little clear and round, and the color is purple, looking like a purple pearl from a distance.

From the looks of it, it's pretty good.

But An Ning saw that after the meatball was bitten open, the bite surface was smooth and dense, so she probably knew the texture and taste of the meatball.

The best performance of meatballs is firmness and Q-bouncing, no matter what material they are, especially this kind of big meatballs, if the overall taste is dense and smooth, it will be easier to get bored and there will be no bright spots.

However, several judges nodded and seemed to be quite satisfied, which made the supporters of the youth start to worry.

At this time, the young man also finished the last process. After the gong rang, the rich man who had been watching the show asked for help to serve the three dishes.

The boy cooks vegetarian dishes.

Compared with the seemingly luxurious meatballs of young people, vegetarian dishes are much simpler, but they are not inferior in terms of hue alone.

The young man used three different colors of vegetable dishes, which were three kinds of radishes, namely green radishes, purple radishes and white radishes.

The reason why the appearance of the dishes is not inferior to the young chef's meatballs is because of the other side's plate arrangement and knife skills.

The radishes are cut into almost transparent thin slices, and then laid out layer by layer, and made three-dimensional by filling, frying and other methods. It looks like three blooming white lotus flowers floating in the plate, and there are slices of lotus below. The leaves, the tips of the white lotus petals are slightly purple, lifelike, it looks extremely pleasing to the eye, as if you can still smell the slightest lotus fragrance.

This dish also surprised and amazed the three judges.

After the three plates of lotus vegetable dishes were put down, the judges moved their chopsticks one by one.

They all tasted the three-color radish slices one by one, then looked at each other, and communicated with each other in low voices, as if they had reached a certain consensus.

Knowing that the answer came out, everyone was so nervous that they forgot to breathe.

The judges in the middle looked at the proud young man first, and said, "Your purple pearl balls have improved a lot. It is a bit like your master's craftsmanship. The taste is dense and tender, and the color is not bad, but the taste is not enough."

(End of this chapter)