Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

"no need."

brush!

I don't know when the kitchen knife appeared in his hand, and the brush danced like a wind, and the people who looked at the white blade were stunned.

Old Man Sun looked dumbfounded.

The old man Li swallowed his saliva and hummed in a hoarse voice, "Are you going to be an entertainer?"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Li pulled his left hand, and the white radish he had previously received stretched out like noodles.

"No, he's finished cutting the radish."

There are a thousand slices of radish, not many, not many, as Wu Li's left hand stretches horizontally, they are scattered one by one.After reaching the limit, the light wind blew the willow-like toss gently, and the scattered radish slices flew into the air like a dance.

The transparent slices of radishes hung in the sky like bright moons rising in the evening. Seeing this miraculous image, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Is this true?" Chen Chichi felt that he was dreaming and pinched his thigh subconsciously.

"Ow, what are you pinching me for?" Zheng Yan was angry.

"Fortunately, if you can call it out, it proves that what we see is true."

"You..." Zheng Da became annoyed, "You suspect it's fake, so you pinch yourself?"

Guigui's two big eyes protruded outward, Zhang Xinyi's mouth opened into a cute O-shape, Deng Chao, Li Chen and Yuan Hong, the three men looked like prehistoric monsters that were just dug out, all of them Spartans.

Looking at it, the radish slices that are as crystal clear as the bright moon float to the ground like snowflakes, forming an extremely holy lotus flower on the blood-stained marble floor. The layers are dizzying.

"This, this is nothing short of a miracle!" The two little old men stared at Wu Li in amazement. As the top chefs in the domestic chef circle, it's not like they haven't seen a knife with good workmanship, blindfolded tofu carving, and flower carving. Tuanlong, there are many people.However, there is no one who can practice sword skills like the one in front of him.

Chef's knife skills not only need talent, but also need to study hard.The untalented practice is like a bird all his life, and the talented who refuse to endure hardships are just as vain.How did Wu Li learn to start chopping vegetables in his mother's womb? It's impossible, right?

How do they know that the reason why our anchors have this ability is not only because of the young master of China, but also because of Hua Tuo, because of Li Shuwen, and the combination of the three skills created the miracle of the full moon lotus picture in front of us.

"Are you confident to win him?" Takeda Masao turned his head stiffly, and a simple action took a minute.

"I'm very sorry sir, Koji has lived up to your expectations. If you are a swordsman, you won't be able to reach this level even if you practice for a lifetime. He is a true master. No, he has surpassed the master."

Takeda Masao clenched his fist angrily and wanted to slap him.However, looking back at the lotus flower on the ground, he swallowed his anger again, "We are comparing cooking. Knife craftsmanship is only one of them. Show your confidence as a Hokkaido chef."

"Hi!" Koike Koji lowered his head and shouted hi.

"Prepare me a big red-crowned rooster, and be sure to lead that one." Wu Li looked at the short fat man and put forward a request for ingredients.

Chicken farmers in the countryside know that there is a chicken king in every flock.This chicken king is arrogant and domineering all day long. Other roosters will not only smash their combs and peck blood, but also peck off their feathers to show their unique status in the flock.

There is only one chicken in a group. It eats the best, has the most wives, and is the only one to show off.

"Are you going to fight the dragon and the phoenix?"

The two little old men were shocked. In ancient times in Kyushu, there were four divine beasts, Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. Based on these four divine beasts, the chefs invented the four major banquets.Today, the Qinglong Banquet and the White Tiger Banquet have gradually disappeared due to the problem of ingredients, and only the Xuanwu Banquet and the Vermillion Bird Banquet remain.

Maybe ordinary chefs will think that there is no difference between them, just two ancient banquets with intimidating names.However, these top chefs all know that a chef who can do a good Xuanwu feast is not necessarily a good Suzaku feast.Assassin and snake are cold in nature, they can be handled very well together, which is very beneficial for the chef to play.

The rooster and the snake will have a big problem together. They are inherently resistant to each other, and it is hot and cold. If you want to do it well, the difficulty is doubled.In today's chef circle, there are some things that can be done, and none of them can be done.

"Prepare me three pillars of long incense, a handful of yellow paper, and half a bowl of Erguotou."

Since he was going to fight the dragon and the phoenix in the ancient banquet of Suzaku, Wu Li simply fulfilled the ancient rituals to show his respect for the sages.

I don't know when the big turtle that ran to the baby's feet secretly got out of the small half and pulled its head, touched the baby's leg lightly, and shed tears pitifully.

Baby raised a finger and hissed, and looked at Da Hei Niu and the others. Just as a group of people and the students were about to get the turtle away, the dog-leg translator called out, "What are you doing, put down the turtle."

Chapter 450 The little devil starts to panic

I'll just slap your code on me.

The Japanese dog leg shouted, but it made the king angry, and his two mung bean eyes stared at him fiercely, if it wasn't for the baby to stop him, he might have to rush over and desperately, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Wu Lina The chicken has replaced you, you must thank the chicken when you look back, do you know?"

Hahaha……

"The baby is so cute."

"Thank you chicken, go to the stomach to thank you?"

"Trust me, put that bastard down. Be honest with me, and then I'll simmer you."

Whoosh!

The big tortoise, who was about to bite people just now, quickly shrank his head back when he heard this.

While they were looking for the rooster, Wu Li asked for paper and pen again, and wrote a simple tablet and placed it in the center of the offering table.

From the four most popular cuisines of Lu, Sichuan, Cantonese, and Huaiyang in ancient times, to the eight major cuisines of Lu, Sichuan, Guangdong, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian, Hui, and Hunan today, to the palace, official, The six major factions of temples, stores, medicinal foods, halls, and countryside, the chefs in the Kyushu culinary world have an extremely complex lineage, and the chefs of each lineage worship different ancestors.

Like the previous two, they worshiped Yi Yin, who ruled the big country like cooking small fresh food, as the patriarch, and some worshiped Taihe Gong, who taught professionalism, as the patriarch, and some worshiped Zhan Wang, the inventor of chicken essence, as the patriarch, and some worshipped the emperor. Zhuanxu's great-great-grandson, good at nourishing qi, able to adjust the cauldron, entering the pheasant soup in Yao, and the first professional chef in Kyushu in Pengcheng', Peng Zu, was the most holy teacher of Dacheng.

The tablet written by Wu Li is the fifth, and it can definitely be ranked first in terms of cooking skills, but the character is really bad.

This patriarch, Yi Ya, also known as Di Ya, was a man of Yong who was favored by Duke Huan of Qi in the Spring and Autumn Period.Although he had the animal act of steaming his fat son and giving it to Jiang Xiaobai to rinse his mouth, the history of his culinary skills has never been evaluated before or since.

Confucius believed that even if the Zishui in Shandong Province and the Mianshui in Henan Province were mixed together, Yi Ya would be able to tell them apart; and Mencius was a little jealous and indignant, reluctantly admitting why the world is so kitsch. To follow Yi Ya's taste.

The three incense was lit, and the yellow paper was served. Half a bowl of 56-degree red star Erguotou, half splashed on the ground, half in the hand, just one word, drink.

This is the practice of the chef in the early years to strengthen his murderous aura by borrowing the remaining leeks that his ancestors enjoyed. The next step is to slaughter the animals.

If one of the chefs is the most murderous, and Yi Ya, who kills his son and cooks, says that he is second, no one dares to say that he is the first.