Food That Doesn't Glow is Not Good Food

Like most cooking worlds, although the Zhu family will also select some outer disciples to pass on this technique, most of these disciples will eventually become members of the Zhu family through marriage or marriage.

In other words, the Zhu family's wealth has been overturned, and there is no chance of rumors.

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Where did the young man in the venue learn this technique?

The gourmet from Huaxia was puzzled. He could even guess the reaction of the top management of Huaxia Zhu's family after seeing today's semi-final.

In fact, the other special chefs and gourmets who were from China or had connections with China also reacted one by one after the initial surprise.

"Xiaoyun, that cousin of yours is really fearless." Wu Shishi pressed her forehead with a strange tone.

Yunlong had a rare disagreement with her, "The Bailuo family doesn't need to be afraid of the Zhu family."

"That's right, let those old things come and see if they dare to act presumptuously in front of my family!" Xiaoyun feared that the world would not be chaotic, and there was no worry about the future on her face.

Although she is already a half daughter-in-law of Bai Luo's family, Wu Shishi only knows a little about many things, but even so, seeing Yunlong and Xiaoyun's reaction like this, she immediately came to her senses.

"That adult...is awake?"

Xiaoyun and Yunlong didn't answer, just looked at each other with a smile.

The conversations in the venue did not affect Xie Yunfei.

After taking out two pairs of silver chopsticks and washing them with clean water, he used the silver chopsticks to tear off the plastic wrap covering the dough and waved his hands lightly. Under the influence of the two pairs of silver chopsticks, it turned into a long round bar with a diameter of about four centimeters.

Spread the long strips straight on the kitchen table, and the silver chopsticks were quickly drawn across like scissors. In the blink of an eye, the long strips were divided into about a hundred small doughs of uniform size.

If it was normal, Xie Yunfei would definitely take out his rolling pin again and roll out the dough, but he didn't seem to intend to do that now that he was holding two pairs of silver chopsticks.

Standing in front of the kitchen table, he first closed his eyes and spit out a mouthful of turbid air. After about twenty seconds, he raised his hands again, and then, like Acacia before, his left and right hands started working at the same time. , While holding the sides of the dough with chopsticks, throw it up high.

In the process of tossing, Xie Yunfei used his wrist and fingers so skillfully that when the dough was flying in the air, without exception, they all rotated clockwise on the horizontal plane.

One, two, three...

It wasn't until the tenth dough was thrown that Xie Yunfei stopped, then turned around, and caught the first and second thrown dough with chopsticks.

The two doughs didn't stay on Xie Yunfei's chopsticks for a long time, but their rotation range was significantly improved under Xie Yunfei's control.

Toss the two pieces of dough again, and at the same time follow the other two pieces of dough...

Just like Acacia's teasing before, now Xie Yunfei is more like an acrobat than a chef, and almost every throw is greeted with bursts of screams in the venue.

Most of these screams came from ordinary audiences and reporters, but the expressions on the faces of those chefs, especially the special chefs with superb skills and excellent vision, seemed more dignified.

If the shape of the ten pieces of dough thrown up by Xie Yunfei is more similar to a ball, then after three or four tosses by Xie Yunfei, the shadow of a round cake has appeared, and as the number of tosses increases, the shape of the cake The surface area continued to increase, and in a short while, it turned into a huge dough cake with a radius of [-] centimeters.

Xie Yunfei didn't speak. After the first piece of bread of this size fell, he adjusted the angle of the silver chopsticks for the first time. With a light touch and then a pick, the piece of dough flew aside to the empty space that Xie Yunfei had cleaned up earlier. things on the kitchen table.

One, two, three, four, five...

Xie Yunfei couldn't see the slightest stagnation in his movements. In less than a minute, he finished rolling out ten pie crusts.

Then came the second batch, the third batch, the fourth batch...

Compared with Acacia's cooking process, Xie Yunfei's movements are undoubtedly more pleasing to the eye. In fact, at this time, with Acacia putting all the apple rolls into the oven, few people are paying attention to Acacia's cooking. Most people focused their attention on getting to know Yunfei, wanting to see what kind of dessert he planned to cook.

Xie Yunfei did not disappoint everyone. After the last batch of dough was rolled out, he paused for a while, put down the two silver chopsticks in his hand, picked up the kitchen knife at the same time, and came to the place where the face apples that had been processed earlier were placed. In front of the container, the empty left hand picks up an apple in the container.

Chapter 351 Scared (Fly)

Xie Yunfei moved quickly.

If the director who had already suffered once hadn't taken advantage of the time when Xie Yunfei was waiting for the dough to relax and asked the photographer to change the camera, perhaps the picture on the screen would still be the same as before, even if it was slowed down many times, it would still be just the same as before. Afterimages of Xie Yunfei's movements can be seen.

But even so, many viewers couldn't help but marvel after seeing the [-] times slower icon displayed in the lower left corner of the screen above the venue.

Xie Yunfei didn't pay too much attention to the shouts of the people around him. He was concentrating on cooking, and all his attention was focused on the face apple in front of him.

His fingers could feel the slight trembling of the apple of the human face because of fear.

These face apples seem to be really conscious, but unfortunately, Xie Yunfei has long been aware of such a fact. When he raised his knife and dropped it, the face apples were divided into two halves from the middle.

It was not until this time that the Face Apple truly lost its 'life'.

Xie Yunfei didn't have time to sigh, he cut the two halves of the apple face down, and waved the kitchen knife in his hand again.

Different from Acacia's method of cutting face apples into apple slices, the face apples processed by Xie Yunfei were all turned into small dices with a length, width and height of about five millimeters without exception.

Pour the cut dices into the water prepared by the sight to prevent oxidation, and add honey to further enhance the flavor.

Xie Yunfei, who has practiced countless times in the cooking space, does not show any jerky hands, and just proceeds with his own production step by step.

But at this moment...

"Judges, my cooking is ready." Acacia, who was standing at the kitchen table not far away, raised his hand after taking the last plate of apple strudel out of the oven, and said to the judges .

Jun Sakurai, as the host, was taken aback after hearing Acacia's words. After hesitating for a while, he said into the microphone, "Since Acacia's special chef finished the cooking first, we will start to draw out today's guest chef. The seventy-nine audience members of the temporary judges."

Although he really wanted to watch Xie Yunfei's next cooking process, Sakurai Jun did not forget his responsibilities. While speaking, he used gestures to get in touch with the director. Afterwards, the screen above the venue flickered, and it became a scene in many programs. Images of the lottery numbers will be used.

The selection process is not long, it can even be said to be very short.

The viewers who were randomly selected were also male and female, old and young, and even a first-class chef and two special chefs were lucky enough to be drawn.

The staff acted quickly, and within five minutes, the seats for the seventy-nine audience judges were properly arranged.