Food rights and wine beauty: turn a god to farm

Chapter 134
The Marquis of Huaiyang is a legend in Huainan City that has been passed down for 30 to [-] years and is still not forgotten.

When the older generation mentioned it, they always had reverence and gratitude on their faces, and they kept repeating his brilliant deeds back then.

The younger generation almost grew up listening to his stories, and they always have a vision and awe for him.

It's just that Hou Huaiyang returned to the land after he was disarmed. After returning to the fiefdom, he lived in seclusion, and few people could see him.

Now that I can actually see it, it will inevitably cause a sensation.

But what is even more surprising is the image of the other party, which seems to have nothing to do with the legendary person.

Huaiyang Hou didn't seem to know what kind of sensation he caused, he just smiled and communicated with the chefs around him.

It wasn't until the city lord appeared, presided over the competition, and the master of ceremonies introduced the contestants one by one, and announced the start of the competition, that everyone's attention was slightly diverted.

This time the competition is no longer as free as before, but with solar terms as the topic. According to the pattern of drawing lots, the names of the solar terms drawn are the corresponding chef's topic.

Soon, the results of the lottery came out, and the master of ceremonies announced them one by one, and the chefs also had different expressions.

Some looked dignified, some were full of confidence, some gloated, some looked happy, some were depressed, and some were anxious and nervous.

Hearing the master of ceremonies pronounce Lin Qing's name, he drew 'Bailu'.

When the master of ceremonies read the name and title, many chefs had already gone to the ingredients area to choose ingredients.

Lin Qing stood there thinking for a while, then turned around and went to the ingredients area, and quickly selected several ingredients.

Like his usual style, there are still mostly vegetables, but this time there is meat.

The meat he took was the most common pork and chicken.

Based on his previous performance, many people paid attention to him in this round, even many people in the jury were paying attention to him.

Everyone saw him quickly put the chicken soup on the pot and started to stew chicken soup, they couldn't help but wonder, could he be making soup again?

And this guess was soon confirmed that the other party was indeed making soup, but the ingredients he prepared were all scattered, and he didn't know what kind of soup he was going to make.

But looking at it, everyone was confused again, especially watching him wash the rice and put it into the pot, they were a little confused.

Is this for porridge?
"Master, what is Ah Qing going to do, isn't he planning to make chicken porridge?" Feng Hua couldn't help but leaned over to ask An Ning.

Kangkang and the others also looked curious.

"But the ingredients he prepared are too complicated. Wouldn't it be too complicated to make porridge?" Li Guizhi also whispered.

"It's pork, chicken, and a bunch of vegetables. It's a mess." Gu Ren folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, with a puzzled look on his face.

An Ning chuckled, and said meaningfully, "It's not porridge, it's not soup, it's soup."

Everyone was stunned.

"soup?"

"Mother, isn't soup just soup?"

"Of course not. Soup is soup and soup is soup. The two can be confused, but they are not the same kind."

"But he has already laid rice, and this posture is obviously about to cook porridge." Xue Yue couldn't help but interject.

"Because the stickiness of rice is the most suitable." An Ning hooked her lips.

At this time, half of the game on the field was already in progress, and Lin Qing had basically finished processing the ingredients, and began to cook slowly.

Everyone saw him quickly put the ingredients into the two pots separately, or burn them once, or stir them in.

After watching for a long time, everyone still couldn't figure out what he was going to do, but most of them were sure that he was going to make porridge, but the porridge looked too complicated.

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, that kid couldn't be fooled by the topic.

Even making a soup is better than making miscellaneous porridge.

But as time passed, everyone's eyes turned to Lin Qing again.

At first, I thought he was really going to cook porridge, but I saw that the other party suddenly poured a pot of porridge on the filter cloth, then wrapped it up, and tapped it lightly with a wooden stick to squeeze out a little bit of golden soup.

Then I saw him pour the small bowl of soup into the same filtered chicken soup, stir it over low heat, and slowly continue to put other ingredients in it.

"Is it still going to be soup?" The audience was confused.

Some of the judges finally saw what he wanted to do, their expressions were slightly surprised, and there was a hint of appreciation.

After Lin Qing cooked the soup in the pot, he poured it into several white porcelain bowls separately, and then put them into the steamer one by one for steaming, but after steaming for a certain period of time, he uncovered the steamer, turned off the fire, and then put in the last ingredient , Cover the steamer to keep warm.

At this time, the incense was already burning to the end.

After 2 minutes, the game time ends.

According to the previous ranking, Lin Qing ranked third.

After the second person's work was taken down, he uncovered the steamer.

A puff of white smoke came out of it.

The servants came over one by one, and they all showed a little surprise when they saw the things in the steamer, and then carefully carried the white porcelain bowl to the judging stand.

After seeing the contents in the white porcelain bowl, all the judges also showed surprise on their faces, and then thought of the topic that the young man had drawn, they all nodded appreciatively.

The light yellow soup in the white porcelain bowl seemed to have condensed and would not dissipate even if it was shaken, and the surface of the soup seemed to be covered with a thin layer of white mist by some unknown method.

In the middle of the white mist, there are stretched green vegetable leaves, with little drops of water hanging on them.

Only then did everyone suddenly remember that he put out the fire and covered the steamer behind him. They thought it was to keep warm, but now it seems that it should be to make water droplets.

This bowl of soup is very freehand, and you can easily see the artistic conception in it, as if you can feel the morning of the white dew season, the white mist between the sky and the earth, and the crystal clear dewdrops hanging on the vegetation, wanting to fall.

They were a little reluctant to break the scene.

But in the end they all picked up their spoons and started tasting.

As soon as the soup was in the mouth, everyone showed surprise on their faces again.

They originally thought that the soup below was condensed, but they didn't expect that what condensed was the layer above that looked like white mist.

The spoon pierced the layer of smoky water, and the aroma of the soup immediately came to the nostrils. When you scoop it up with a spoon, the soup is like a piece of amber, and there are dots in it. When you eat it, it is lubricated and sweet.

Those tiny particles hidden in the soup are like very mini meatballs, full of elasticity, salty and delicious, very surprising.

Looking at the expressions of the judges, the audience stretching their necks couldn't help swallowing desperately, complaining and urging to comment quickly. They were full when they came, and they will be hungry again.

"Brother Lin, what are you doing here? It seems delicious." Xiao Yao couldn't help swallowing hard.

"Let Brother Lin do it for us at night, um, that's it!" Kangkang clenched his fists, his big eyes filled with longing.

An Ning couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

She already knew what Lin Qing made.

Last night, I was so entangled by Kangkang that I finally made a dessert for everyone as a supper.

That dessert is similar to sago dew, except that there is no sago here. An Ning combined glutinous rice flour with meat to make some sago-like granules, and then made a sago dew, but the surface of the sago dew was double-skin milk layer , similar to pudding but softer than it.

Lin Qing really knew how to draw inferences from one instance, and used the dessert material from yesterday to apply it here. With such talent and savvy, it may be a bit of a shame to call her a teacher.

Of course, she won't let him go either. For such a good talent, it would be foolish to let him go. It's simply a unique gem in the rough.

(End of this chapter)