All Things That Eat Halberd Are Reborn

Girls from the Far East can find out that breakfast in the imperial capital is served with fried and roasted things, why can't Mo Bai detect it?

However, unlike Qu Yang's fried foods that are dim sum in the daily diet of the imperial capital, Mo Bai's fried foods are closer to flavorful dishes.

Mobai used both hands, one hand to sprinkle the pickled two-color radish shreds with thin powder, and the other hand to stir the meat filling and squeeze it into balls.

The shredded radish cakes and meatballs that formed immediately fell into the oil pan like a continuous barrage of bullets.

After a while, five large pots of oil were filled with even oily flowers.Without waiting for a break, Mo Bai took out the spring rolls and rice cakes that had been completed earlier in the processing of the ingredients from the refrigerator and put them into the electric fryer respectively.

After the color changes after frying, take it out to raise the oil temperature, and fry again.

Although controlling the progress of the nine frying pans, Mo Bai's calm demeanor showed that everything was in order.

When the frying is complete, set aside to drain the oil.

"So fast, so fast, so fast! Fried spring rolls, fried rice cakes, shredded radish pancakes, and dried croquettes! In this way, four more dishes have been completed! There are still ten minutes!" Alice, who was gradually getting excited, wanted to stand on the chair and cheer for Mo Bai. Waving the flag and shouting.

Quickly pour the oil in the oil pan into an unused steel drum, wash the oil pan, put it back on the stove, and moisten the pan with new oil.

Taking advantage of the rapid heating up of the oil pan, Mo Bai took the dinner plate and put it aside.

After the oil is warmed up, put the onion, mung bean sprouts and rice noodles into the pan and stir well in turn. After removing from the heat, put the oiled beef, chives, and scallions into the pan.

Under the smudge of the flame ignited in the frying pan, the mobai in front of the stove seemed to stretch out three heads and six arms.

Side by side, fried beef river comes out one after another!

"There are three more!" Gogen Ruri and Hojo Miyoko said in unison, as if infected by the atmosphere of Alice's frenzied calling.

Mo Bai picked up the fine noodles on the chopping board and came to the side of the household gas stove.

It is true that domestic gas stoves cannot reach a high temperature and rapidly heat up like the stoves in hotels that burn various fuels, but they are more than enough for boiling water and soup.

Of the six cooking pots constantly emitting steam, one is cooking chicken soup, and the other four are naturally waiting for the noodles to be added.

Put in the noodles, and pour the soup bowl into the clear yellow chicken broth.

Mo Bai brewed twelve pots of Tieguanyin without rushing.

Morning tea Morning tea, how can there be no tea?

I am really a witty group of people who use tea to replace a dish.

Mo Bai foolishly praised himself.

"There are two more!" Yeyezi felt that she had to keep up with the atmosphere at this time.

As a retainer, you can be deflated and paddling, but you must not weaken the momentum of calling!

Mo Bai finally came to a pile of twelve piles of dishes that looked like a tower that lifted the sky.

Yangzhou morning tea famous point - hot dry silk.

Scoop up the boiling water in the remaining cooking pot, pour Mobai down the top layer of shredded ginger, and then start the ruthless iron hand, hold the top of the tower-shaped pile of dried white tofu with one hand, and slightly tilt the bottom of the pan with the other hand to pour the previously poured Drain the boiling water.

Three times in a row, fortunately, Mo Bai was not scalded into a big pig's hooves thanks to his protective energy.

The soy sauce made from fragrant leaves, cinnamon bark, star anise, carrots, celery, and shiitake mushrooms is poured in, and sesame oil is added to enhance the aroma. Coriander and dried shrimps are adorned on the top of the tower.

The hot and dry shreds are finished.

"The last one... No, it's finished!" Erina was relieved.

If Mo Bai hadn't really shown all this in front of her, she really wouldn't have believed that someone could complete the terrifying deed of [-] servings of each of the [-] dishes in the [-]-minute countdown.

At the end, Mo Bai put the boiled noodles into a soup bowl filled with chicken soup, sprinkled with chopped green onion and torn chicken breast.

After everything was done, Mo Bai patted the bell announcing the end of the meal.

Time... There are three minutes left after the incident.

Chapter 624. It's not the stupid family who don't enter the stupid family

Mobai's eating room is very lively.

In the dining room, several IGO staff who are fully armed to the point of wearing protective clothing are carefully transporting the food to the transparent and closed food transport vehicle.

At the door of the dining room, a row of sullen-faced men in blue clothes lined up, leading the food trucks that came out of the room, and they were transported to the lobby in groups of three by elevator.

There is one thing to say, the elevator tray used for Qushui Liushang, Jichuan, and Chuancai is definitely not small, but in front of the 144 dishes completed by Mo Bai, it is completely insufficient.

It was originally a forceful elevator transmission method hidden behind the fins of Youlonglong, but it was abruptly transformed into a human transportation competition under the mass production of Mobai.

It has to make people feel that Mo Bai is still the man who can make the whole scene collapse.

After figuratively playing the lifting platform a few times and feeling the joy of going up and down, the dull Mo Bai turned his attention to Qu Yang's food halberd room.

The latter had already finished delivering the dishes, and continued cooking on his own without looking at the scene in the lobby.

"Oh? Can we continue to cook after the time is finished?" Mo Bai was thoughtful.

"Chef Mobai, we have already transported all your dishes. According to the count in the lobby, there is no missing dish, and no dish has been deformed." Hearing the message of "No inner ghost, transaction completed" came from the intercom, The squad leaders who were suffering in the food halberd room suddenly felt relieved.

"If it's okay, we'll go down first."

"Wait." Mo Bai called to stop the few people who wanted to leave. "While diners are judging, what can I do now?"

The several squad leaders who were stopped looked at each other, and they all saw the inexplicable eyes behind each other's masks.

They made a question mark slowly and neatly.

As a chef who has already participated in a round of Qushui Liushang Shiji, you still ask us staff what can we do?

"I'm laughing so hard, you are a fool, so you really don't know the specifics of Qushuiliu's food halberd, so you came to compete?" Xiaobai, who was monitoring the situation in Quyang's food halberd room, laughed wildly.

"No, no, no, no!"

"Shut up! Do you still want to be beaten?" Mo Bai slapped the kitchen knife, and he immediately calmed down under the threat of force.

Although the leader explained the general rules to him, it seemed that he had neglected the specific procedures.

During the period, Mo Bai concentrated on the research of the scroll and did not delve into it.

In the end, on the way here, according to Liu Xueyi's personality, the meeting should give him a popular science, but the latter didn't know why he didn't mention this at all.

It wasn't until he saw that Qu Yang was still preparing the dishes after the round was over, that Mo Bai realized that there might be a more specific process for Qu Shui Liu Shang Shi Ji.

Mo Bai didn't know whether to say that he was negligent, or that the grandfather and grandson lost the chain inexplicably.

This wave is really silly.

"Uh...Chef Mobai, the specifics are like this." Resisting the urge to complain, the head of the team began to explain.

"After each round of two-hour duel, the chefs of both sides can have [-] minutes of free time while taking advantage of the gap between the judges and diners' evaluations."

"The chefs of both sides can go to the rest room to rest, or they can stay in the dining room to draw up the next round of recipes."

"Then it's okay to continue cooking like the opposite side?" Mo Bai Lingkong pointed to the dining room next to the lobby.

"This...of course it's possible, but it's not appropriate to do this when the outcome is not yet decided. After all, the winner can determine the type of cuisine for the next round." The team leader who was pulled away by others hastily shut up.

"If Chef Mo Bai is okay, we'll leave." Under the mask, the head of the class who consciously made a slip of the tongue saw sweat on his forehead.

"Well, go ahead, you may have to trouble you in the next round." Mo Bai didn't care about the team leader's words.

Just kidding, if the cooking and ingredients are restricted, stealing... ahem, how distressed he will be if he can't learn the recipe?

As the saying goes, only the brave who wiped out the boss equipment is a good brave.

How could he be so ignorant?

Mo Bai watched the slightly embarrassed figures leave the dining room, and turned his head to look at the lobby below through the glass wall.

The diners of the jury have already started the tasting.

Compared with Mobai's display stand, which was so full after the golden light, that it couldn't fit in the end and added two tables, the unpretentious cakes, fried foods, bean juice and other dishes on Qu Yang's display stand seemed a bit less distracting.

This scene was faithfully recorded on the curtain.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this brat Qu Yang is really good at it." Facing the comparison of dishes on both sides of the curtain, the rich old man shook his head.

"It's just a strategy." The skinny old man remained unmoved. "If you really don't do well, even the old Tie who is used to talking will not give you a vote."

"The courage to risk offending others is not weaker than the young man who cooks 144 dishes." The rich old man knew that he was an old hermaphrodite.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, let's have hot dried shredded rice, three shredded spring rolls, steamed chicken feet, shredded radish pancakes, dry croquettes, and fried beef."

The rich old man's words attracted the attention of people around him.

The skinny old man's old face was a bit embarrassing, this old fool was as embarrassing as ever.

"Okay, your food will be delivered right away." The eyes of the lady waiter at the table were crescent-shaped, and she couldn't help laughing at such an edible old man.

"Where is this old gentleman?"

"Have a cup of Tieguanyin, hot dried shredded rice, rice rolls, and fried beef." Different from the rich old man, the skinny old man orders all the dishes that can be seen.

Soon, the food taken by the two was delivered to the table in small portions by the full-time meal sharing staff with serving chopsticks and spoons.

Although it is served in a small bowl and plate, it does not look petty, but rather delicate.

Temporarily shielding the rich old man who was feasting on the side, the skinny old man picked up the teacup sent and moistened himself.

Blow off the heat and take a sip, the warm tea enters the throat, leaving the fresh fragrance of green tea on the lips and teeth.

The skinny old man was about to put down his teacup and gave a pause.

This cup of Tieguanyin tea can only be regarded as good tea, which is slightly different from the tea he usually drinks, but the tea aroma brought by the aftertaste after entering the throat is unexpectedly fresh and comfortable.

"Interesting, it seems that there is indeed something to look forward to." Taking another sip of tea to confirm that the feeling is correct, the skinny old man picked up the long chopsticks and lifted the rice rolls in the bowl first.

“Intestines are pink and white, long and thin, with little filling and sauce.”

"Yunan's capital rice rolls?" As expected of a retired boss, he recognized the cut rice rolls just by looking at them.

The long chopsticks pick up several layers of silky and translucent rice rolls, and the sauce on the long portion further reflects the tenderness of the rice rolls.

In the mouth, the deliciousness of the sauce spreads on the tip of the tongue, and the soft and smooth rice skin is soft and smooth, but still elastic and firm, like layers of gauze, gently brushing over the mouth during chewing.

When the taste of the sauce gradually disappeared, the grainy minced meat brought a double change in taste and texture.

"Wonderful." The skinny old man put down the empty bowl and praised in admiration.

Chapter 625. The first round, an oppressive victory