Great Cookery God System

Chicken neck turns into dragon head

"Did you see what he did just now?"

"Lying trough, this is the speed of being single for 18 years. I can see that there is a flash of a knife, and I don't see anything else."

Not only the audience sitting around is muddled, but also the chef beside Ye Chen.

"Which of you saw what he had just done?"

The cooks shook their heads at the same time.

Ye Chen holds the handle of the pot in his hand and turns the fire to the maximum. The flaming flame reflects Ye Chen's face. There are sweat drops on his forehead, but he doesn't realize it. He focuses all his attention on the food in the pot.

"Dragon subduing 18 fry, dragon have regret!"

Ye Chen drinks a low, the iron spoon in the hand is constantly stir frying in the pot, the people around can only see the food in the pot flying in the air again and again, and falling in the iron pot again and again.

"Hiss, is this boy dying?"

"It's impossible for people's bodies to endure such frequent shaking and stir frying."

"Wait a minute. Listen carefully. Damn it, there seems to be a dragon chanting!"

All the people are shocked, and several chefs who are closest to Ye Chen hold their breath and listen carefully to the sound of frying in the iron pot.

When the iron spoon touched the iron pot, it made a sound of gold and iron, mixed with the "Zizi" sound of food, and at a moment, ye Chen's iron spoon was on the wall of the pot!

When~

This is a very clear percussion sound, and just after this percussion, it is replaced by a deep sound like the sound of a dragon.

"Damn, did you hear that? It seems that there is really a sound of dragon chanting?"

"I seem to have heard it too. It's very light, but it's the sound of dragon chanting!"

"How on earth did this man do it?"

At this time, the eyes of chefs around Ye Chen all showed the color of horror, and in Ye Chen's iron pot, there was a steaming heat, and a strong fragrance floated in the air.

"What's so fragrant?"

"It's like chicken. It's awesome. I don't know which chef has made the flavor of chicken so good?"

"Other chefs have basically sealed their dishes. The smell seems to come out of that person's pot."

As time goes by, ye Chen's time is only 30 seconds.

"It's too late. Even if he's fried now, there are at least 20 seconds left from the pot. The most important thing in this qualifier is not the taste of the food, but the aroma of the dishes and the setting of the dishes. Everyone's setting of the dishes is carefully thought out. In ten seconds, he can put the things on the dishes at most."

"Yes, with such strength, it would be a pity to be eliminated in this way."

"What's wrong with being eliminated? If you lose a competitor, you won't get more hope."

…

The chefs around talked about it one after another, with different expressions, some gloating and others regretting. On the judging panel, mayor Du looked at Ye Chen with great interest. He couldn't help laughing and said, "two masters, you might as well guess, can this young man pass the preliminary contest?"

Gao Shuishui looks at Ye Chen and nods heavily: "yes!"

Looking at Gao Shuishui's confident look, he was stunned, nodded with a smile and said: "master Gao is so confident in this young man. My idea coincides with master Gao. I believe this young man will create a miracle!"

The host on the high stage looked at his watch, stood up and said in a loud voice: "the game is coming to an end, enter the countdown

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Ye Chen was not affected at all, but was still staring at the ingredients in the iron pot. The color of the chicken neck gradually turned to blood red. Just when the host called "three" and waited for me, ye Chen jerked the ingredients in the pot fiercely. The ingredients drew a beautiful parabola in the air and fell steadily in the next porcelain plate.

Ye Chen did not set the plate, potatoes, cauliflower and other ingredients in the air fell on the plate, and when the last chicken neck fell, the pupils of the people around him suddenly shrank.

When ye Chen threw it in, it was a chicken neck, but now standing in the porcelain plate is a dark red, lifelike dragon head.

Next to the potato cauliflower embellishment, give a sense of beauty of dragon cloud!

Ye Chen wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the food in the porcelain plate. He said with a smile, "it's good. Let's fight. Let's turn the chicken neck into a dragon head!"

Ye Chen looks at the dragon head in the porcelain plate, and his eyes can't help showing his satisfaction. It's high-end and high-grade.

But ye Chen does not know is, in hundreds of platform's most right side, the Okinawa Hongzheng one face looks at the leaf Chen not far away.

"Chongtian Jun, he is here. You must defeat him this time and win glory for our great Japanese Empire!"

Hiro okinata clenched his fist tightly and showed a dignified look on his face: "Mr. Watanabe, tianhejun, don't worry, I will beat him in this competition!"

"Time is up, please stop all the contestants. Later, our three judges will judge them in person."

With that, the host found that the contestants under the platform did not make any movements, but looked at Ye Chen's porcelain plate with dull eyes.

At this time, no one spoke, and the faces of several chefs near Ye Chen were shocked.

"How is that possible?"

"There is such a magic trick in the world!"

"Now I wonder if what I see in my eyes is true."

In the front row of the auditorium, many of the audience have already stood up, and their faces are shocked.

"Damn it, 666. I've seen you for a long time."

"My God, what the hell am I doing in broad daylight?"

"The first time I saw food, I could stir fry it like this. I directly stir fry a chicken neck into a dragon's head?"

"Yes, what I doubt now is whether the dish is refined or there is something wrong with the plate?" The audience in the auditorium didn't know why, but the chefs around them saw the fame. When ye Chen threw chicken neck into the pot, many people saw Ye Chen's hand, and left meat crumbs on the chopping board. It must be at that time that ye Chen did something they didn't know.

Ye Chen holds his head high and looks around. He trots all the way to the chef who borrows his chicken neck. He grabs the chef's hand and his face is filled with a bright smile.

"Thank you for your chicken neck. Maybe I'm making a little profit, but you're absolutely good at it. See, chicken neck has been upgraded and Jackie Chan's head is up."

Chef black face, want to get rid of Ye Chen's hand, but still hard scalp, face just squeeze out a smile, said: "brother, how do you do this?"