All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Hearing the name of the fish soup Xiaolongbao, Katsuya Yuanno, who was testing the temperature of the oven, turned his attention to the stage.

"Hmm~ This is really the right person." The smile on Mo Bai's face disappeared.

Plagiarism is an unforgivable act in any industry.

Mo Bai would never have imagined that someone would actually do this kind of behavior, and still show good food in the five-star assessment.

"We have to find a way to beat him again."

Mo Bai, who had made up his mind, found that Katsuya Harano glanced at the stage, and then lowered his head to look at the oven.

"Wow, isn't this honest man too honest?!"

Mo Bai, who was still looking forward to Yuan Ye Shengya's reaction, lost more than half of his interest.

"Tsk, plagiarism is also subject to IQ tax."

"Xiaolongbao is definitely not a good dish, let alone in the gourmet world."

"Be careful, painting a tiger is not an anti-dog." Mo Bai glanced at the broad back of the hairspray man, shook his head and continued to prepare his own cooking.Cooking three dishes at the same time, and requiring them to be out of the pot at the same time, so the previous preparations are particularly important.

There are six fat and white steamed buns in a plain bamboo steamer, and you can see the abundance of soup inside from the shape.

"Not bad." Hayakawa Kumaji was flattered by Nakiri Senzaemon's compliment.

In an instant, he felt that the edema in his whole body was no longer painful, and his whole body was lighter by two hundred catties.

"It is really not easy to beat the veteran four-star Nagai Naoo's cuisine."

"But now, this is my dish!"

"As long as I can pass the five-star assessment, my prestige in the family will be raised to a higher level!"

"At that time, with the advantages of age and the inclination of family resources, it is not impossible to replace that guy!"

Kasuga Liu could no longer look directly at the fat paper who suddenly laughed disgustingly, his eyes moved to Katsuya Yuanno who had finished testing the temperature of the oven under the stage.

Chun Riliu, who faintly cast wolfish and tiger-like gazes in his eyes, began to breathe quickly again.

So, people still look at their faces.

After a while, Hayakawa Kumaji, who was sober from hilarity, suddenly felt cold when he saw the three judges who hadn't moved their chopsticks at the judges' table.

"You have to eat the steamed buns while it's hot." Hayakawa Kumaji reminded in a low voice.

"Have you finished introducing your dishes? The core of Xiaolongbao is only soup stuffing?" Coulson frowned again on the lines between his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes." Hayakawa Kumaji felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and felt chilly for a while.

"Then I have to make a comment. I think you don't understand at all."

Chapter 152. This is an auspicious sign

"The real core of the steamed bun is the skin." Nakiri Senzaemon suddenly called out to grab his lines.

After taking a deep breath, Coulson, who was about to choke, gasped.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Coulson's face, which looked like a boiled egg, coughed into a boiled egg. "Chef Nakiri is right."

Hey!So angry!

"When I was studying in Huaxia, I met a master by chance. The steamed buns he made were amazing."

"Actually, it's really a very simple steamed bun. The filling is just pork tenderloin and pork skin jelly mixed with scallion and ginger water."

"But now that I think about it, I can't help talking." Nakiri Senzaemon, who was stroking his long beard like a lion's mane, ended his memory, his round eyes were very imposing, and he didn't look like an old man at all.

Hayakawa Kumaji was intimidated by the divine light in Nakiri Senzaemon's eyes, and took a few steps back with a pale face.

"Even if the soup was left to cool, the round skin of that master's xiao long bao did not collapse at all, and when eaten, it was as if it had just come out of the oven, and the skin never felt mushy at all."

"Thinking about it, it can be called a qualified steamed bun."

"Gudu!" Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's description, Coulson and Masahide Yanagihara swallowed involuntarily.

"Such steamed buns must be delicious." Chun Ri Liu asked in a strange way.

All of a sudden, the three judges looked at her in unison, and Chunri Liu, who was stared at by the three bosses, felt a sense of Alexander.

"Yes." Nakiri Senzaemon retracted his gaze and nodded.

"The noodle aroma that echoes with the broth when chewing sublimates the xiao long bao, no matter how many you eat, you won't feel tired."

"It can even be called: Xiaolongbao that can make people addicted."

"All the mysteries are contained in what I call the skin. For this reason, I have been doing odd jobs in this master's shop for nearly three months before I was lucky enough to hear the master's teaching."

"Thin but not transparent, tough but not stiff, elastic but not loose."

"And to achieve this level, the master once said a mystery."

"Mix, [-] points." Nakiri Senzaemon made a scissors hand with his left hand, and his right thumb and index finger were spread apart. "Eight parts of unleavened dough mixed with two parts of fermented dough, so as to get the ultimate dough."

"This is really a master with a broad mind." Masahide Liuyuan and Coulson were in awe. People who can take the initiative to pass on the secret recipe are worthy of being masters.

However, Mo Bai lowered his head with a suppressed smile on his face.

Do you believe in the ratio of the pastry chef?These people are really too young and too naive.

They probably didn't know that there was a master who revealed the ratio a long time ago-the master of steel stick crumbs (Wu Wu).

The seemingly thick-browed and big-eyed master crumbs directly revealed the ratio of the golden ratio of siu mai.

Golden ratio siu mai!

As soon as it sounds like a killer feature, you just say that, can you believe it?

Master Shiquan, a leading figure in the Guangzhou culinary industry, commented on the golden ratio siu mai as follows: "The shrimp still retains its elasticity after being ground into puree, the delicious vegetables are full of hearty taste, the egg yolk is soft and sweet, plus The smooth taste of Jinhua ham is oily but not greasy. The most successful part of this siu mai lies in the balance between the portions of these four ingredients, they will not cover up the taste of each other, but can be blended into one, which all depends on the proportion of the portion.”

Then the thick-browed and big-eyed chef started his performance: "Meat is eight, shrimp is five, vegetables are five, and eggs are five. It is a balanced ratio of eight to five, which is the golden ratio of taste. With this optimal ratio, the best flavor can be produced.”

Eight to five, one point six is ​​true.

But what about the whole?Is it the golden ratio to simply use meat compared to other materials?

Only those who have stepped on this pit can understand how deep it is. Unfortunately, Mo Bai happens to be one of the thousands of people who have been pitted.

As the name suggests, this person is crumbs.

Closer to home, of course, Mobai does not doubt the ratio of [-], on the contrary, what Nakiri Senzaemon said is probably something that has been verified.

What he really doubted was what happened after Erbabi.

The ratio of yeast dough to no-leaven dough may be true, after this?

what flour?What muscle?Even expanding the production area, what variety, which season of wheat, hand mill or machine...

The noodle skin that can still feel the chewiness after cooling down, and the echo between the noodle aroma and the broth, is the real core hidden behind this!

Never listen to the ratios in the mouth of the chef of the white case, just like never ask the recipe of the chef of the red case.

This master - very bad!

All in all, it was very painful for Mo Bai to hold back his laughter.

The line of sight was brought back to the stage.

Nakiri Senzaemon, who is not specialized in white cases and fortunately not specialized in white cases, is still in the pit, pointing to the steamed buns that have begun to collapse in the plain steamer; "Unfortunately, you didn't grasp that This ratio."

After finishing speaking, Nakiri Senzaemon put his hands in his long sleeves and stopped talking.

Cold sweat rolled down Hayakawa Kumaji's forehead, he no longer had the joy he had just now.

No matter how you look at his Xiaolongbao, it seems that he will suffer.

"Hmm!" Masahide Liuyuan cleared his throat. "Chef Nakiri has finished his evaluation, so let's talk about mine next."

"Chef Hayakawa, serving this dish, it seems that you have not fully grasped the core of this assessment."

"The focus of this assessment is to examine the chef's ability to identify unfamiliar ingredients and create dishes on the spot."

Masahide Liuyuan got the point right, and the chefs in the assessment were in an uproar.

They all ceased fire and started to look squarely at the broken golden catfish, because the former's implication was equivalent to stating that the ingredient called broken golden catfish had other secrets.

"Can you tell me how you feel about the broken golden catfish?"

"Emmm... the taste is very fresh, and the meat is very thick." Feeling that he had stepped on a big thunder, Hayakawa Kumaji's teeth were trembling, and he tried to recall the feeling when he tasted the fish. "And...and..."

"Okay, I've figured it out." Masahide Yanagihara stopped Hayakawa Kumaji from contemplating intermittently, and pricked the skin of the steamed bun with chopsticks.

In an instant, an indescribable stench spread out, making people sick.

Unprepared, Coulson's face turned green on the spot, and the hard-boiled eggs immediately turned into green-haired preserved eggs.

"Staff!" Coulson hastily covered his mouth and nose with a wet wipe and called out to the staff, and the staff carrying the air freshener immediately swarmed up.

Immediately afterwards, it seemed that it was time for the stench to erupt, and a stream of stench burst out from the cease-fire cooking tables of the chefs who were being assessed.

"What the hell is this!?"

“My cooking!!!”

"What the hell! My cooking stinks too!"

"Who!? Who put shit in my cooking!?!"

The assessment venue was shrouded in an unspeakable smell of fish. Fortunately, it was barely maintained at a level acceptable to humans, and it did not reach the level of some kind of pickled fish.

The staff with gas masks and oxygen masks rushed out quickly, and the scene was full of chaos.

The ink-white man with black lines in his breath took over the oxygen mask from the staff.

So, did you already think of this scene when you used the broken golden catfish as an ingredient for the assessment?

Mo Bai glanced at the golden markings on the broken golden catfish in the fish tank—this is an auspicious sign!

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PS: I originally planned to pay back 50 chapters. If there is no author now, I don’t know how much I owe.

Chapter 153. Ingredients that cannot be put down to the chef are not good ingredients

"This is impossible! This is not my cuisine!" Hayakawa Kumaji, who was unprotected and blasted by a stink bomb against his face, was bombarded by dozens of stink bombs in succession, under the spray of countless air fresheners and oxygen. Under the blessing of the mask, he finally woke up from the situation of rolling his eyes.