Shiji: taste bud reversal

358. Requiem

Blanch all the beef brisket to remove the smell, then put it in the pot, add the celery, shallots, carrots, onions, bay leaves, black peppercorns, and rice wine to remove the smell and increase the flavor, and then simmer over low heat.

In less than ten minutes, the overflowing aroma spread throughout the venue.

Shiraki left a large pot of beef in the pot to simmer while he began to make the sauce.

Pour oil into the pot, when the temperature is moderate, add flour and stir-fry, wait until thick, add tomato sauce and keep boiling the pot, and finally add the original soup in batches to slowly reconcile.

The sauce is delicate and viscous, and the mellow texture hangs under the fusion of brandy, and the rich aroma is mixed with a wisp of fruit wine.

The people on the field were already stunned.

Whether it is a person who can cook or a person who can't cook, at this time, everyone is focused on the "Seventy-Nine-Three" god looking at the constantly busy figure on the field, watching the ingredients glow with new vitality in his hands, simmering and mixing in the pot at a dazzling speed, and there is no other thing in his mind.

If someone saw this scene at the scene, I believe he would not have the slightest doubt that even if an earthquake suddenly occurred at this time, the audience at the scene would not be affected at all.

As the opponents of Bai Mu in this round of the game, the two closest to Bai Mu, Claude Firou and Huang Zuiwang's situation is no different from the audience, and even, with their abilities, they can feel more deeply what is happening on the stage at this moment.

Countless ingredients blend with each other in the pot, which is not only the sublimation of the fragrance, but also the immersion of the senses, the sound of the wind, the boiling of water, the burning sound of fire, all the elements constitute a rich and quiet calming song, as if to forcibly drag human consciousness to another dimension.

Most of the judges who know little about cooking are unconsciously introduced to that vast world, like babies in swaddling clothes, easily attracted by the spinning wind chimes and soft lullabies in front of them, and embracing this strange culinary field with ignorance and interest.

However, as the best of the late-night cooks, Claude Firou and Huangzui Wang's insight was not comparable to that of the judges who were brought together by Naginata, and they felt the impact more intuitively than anyone in the audience.

It's a shock that goes straight to the source!

In front of Shiroki's cooking, any kind of cooking knowledge and technology they had mastered in the past was useless, and the generation difference was so obvious that they even suspected that they and Shiraki's knowledge were not the same era, and they were ignorant of his operation, unable to understand the principle, but they could intuitively feel the delicious food brewing in the pot and gradually taking shape.

At this time, the two of them experienced the same excitement and powerlessness as Kohei Chuangzhen, and they had a feeling of guarding Baoshan but not knowing where to start.

The essence of the cuisine is close at hand, but it seems that they are separated by a dimension, and they cannot get a glimpse of the truth.

This feeling of confusion reminds them of the time when they first got into cooking, no matter what they saw, it was very new, and they couldn't do anything.

"W-"

Unconsciously, the wok in front of Huang Zuiwang made a mushy sound, but he didn't realize it, all his energy was focused on the cooking opposite, time lost its meaning at this moment, and even the staff in charge of reminding the timekeeper did not have the slightest reaction at this time.

And those judges who were still bitter not long ago, how can they still find a sense of satiety at this time.

They even have the illusion that their chests are pressed against their backs when they are hungry, as if they have another stomach in their stomachs, and they don't want to care about anything but want to eat a big meal right away.

"The Chinese beef stew is ready, please serve. "

I don't know how long it has been, but Shiraki interrupted the nearest waiter who was staring at the dish and swallowing his saliva, and reminded him loudly.

"Ah?...... Yes...... Yes, I'm sorry!

The waiter foreman who was awakened by Bai Mu was stunned for two seconds, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and then he suddenly reacted that he was still in the middle of the game, and immediately bowed to Bai Mu, and then beckoned the waiters behind him to serve the dishes he had already plated to the judges' table.

After the judges on the judges' bench came back to their senses, their faces were full of red light, and they had long lost their previous appearance, waiting for the waiter to serve them food....

The audience also woke up at this time.

"Shhh What a fragrant taste, is this the aroma that ordinary beef can have?"

"Suck, I want to eat... Why isn't it a public review, but a share of those who see it?"

"The academy is too inhumane!" (read the violent novel, just go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"Yes, how good it would be for me to be the judge, I promise to judge fairly, and I will not favor the white wood master. "

"Don't say it, this review is too unprofessional, it's just a disaster, it's really me who can do it, I really don't know where the center found this group of people..."

"Wait a minute, look at the cooking table of those two late-night cooks, is it boiled?"

"Huh, really?!"

The cameraman, who had been in a daze for almost half an hour, was reminded by the audience, and then he woke up like a dream and pointed the camera at the cooking table of the two late-night cooks.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but at first glance, it's a cooking accident.

The wok in front of Huang Zuiwang was emitting black smoke, and there was a black unidentified object in the pan, which looked like some kind of mixed dipping sauce.

Claude Firou's situation was even worse, he was boiling beef broth, but in his distraction just now, the powder in the soup had completely glued its contents together, and now the steak was not like steak, and the soup was not like soup.

The two glanced at each other, and at the same time saw in each other's eyes an embarrassment that was exactly the same as their own. 1.1

After a long silence, Claude Firou suddenly changed his usual paralyzed face, the mouth that was hidden under the mask twitched slightly, and he said to his companion on the side very friendly, "You can ask first." "

The corners of Huangzui's forehead jumped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "No need, you should please first." "

"Everyone is a companion, you don't have to be polite to me. "

Claude Firou raised the syringe in his hand, and the incomparably treacherous blood kitchen utensils were glowing with a terrifying chill at the moment.

"Huh. "

Huangzui quietly showed his poisonous claws.

This scene of friendly exchange made Barnibel and others behind him watch it with relish, and they almost laughed out loud on the spot.