Tiexian heirs in the city

"Indisputable, can you let me taste some of the chicken blood soup you made?"

The head chef suddenly stood up from his chair, walked to Gu Zheng's side, and asked in a low voice. He hadn't tasted Gu Zheng's fried eggs before. He knew he had lost, but the one who lost was dissatisfied. Now seeing The chicken blood soup prepared by Gu Zheng, coupled with the high evaluation of the judges, even he himself did not know why he came over to make this request.

"good!"

Gu Zheng agreed without hesitation. There was still chicken blood soup in the pot, and there was still half of the pot left, which was reserved for himself and Du Yang. He said just now that he would invite a companion today. Forget about them, besides, they have been helping me for the past two days, especially Du Yang, who asked for leave to accompany me to be a fan, so it is entirely appropriate to treat them to a bowl of chicken blood soup.

The head chef took a small bowl by himself, and Gu Zheng poured out a chicken blood soup that was about the same amount as the judges. The head chef didn't say anything, and left with the bowl, without using a spoon, and took a sip of clear soup directly from the bowl .

The warm clear soup, with a hint of sweetness, slid from the tip of the tongue to the throat, and the whole throat was instantly filled with this fragrance. The chef, who wanted to stop savoring it, unnaturally took another sip , This time I bit a piece of chicken blood.

When the chicken blood enters the mouth, a trembling deliciousness immediately fills the whole body. The chicken blood does not melt immediately in the mouth, but is accompanied by a slight pressure on the mouth, and the juice drops drop by drop seem to be pressed out of the chicken blood. , delivering deliciousness to the whole body quickly.

Fresh, fragrant and beautiful, the fishy smell in the chicken blood is indeed completely removed, this is not suppression, it is real removal, the fresh taste of the chicken blood is also perfectly preserved, the chicken blood without the fishy smell at all, exudes The umami taste is incomparable.

With just one mouthful of soup and one mouthful of chicken blood, the head chef knew that he had lost, he really lost, he was not wronged at all, and he was convinced that he lost, not to mention now, he will not be able to make this kind of soup in the future , This is not a little gap, this is the gap between heaven and earth.

It's ridiculous that he was still sure of winning at the beginning, he talked a lot, and even criticized Gu Zheng many times on the Internet, and now he blushes when he thinks about it.

"No dispute, you won, I apologize for what I said before!"

After drinking the soup in the bowl, the head chef bowed deeply towards Gu Zheng, and then left. Instead of returning to his seat, he left the hall directly to the back, and he didn't know where he went.

"I don't know how to describe this chicken blood soup. No words can express my feelings. I'll let Mr. Hua talk about it!"

One of the judges also slowly finished the soup in the bowl, and said with emotion, Mr. Wu and Mr. Hua were also drinking the chicken blood soup made by Gu Zheng, and there was only a little bit left in the bowl. Most of the judges This is also true.

The judge's words also focused everyone's attention on Mr. Hua, and several judges quickly finished the soup in the bowl, and even added the bottom of the bowl, and then looked at Mr. Hua.

The third game is not a play-off. As long as Mr. Hua can say one bad thing about the food made by Gu Zheng, and there are three judges who agree, then Gu Zheng loses, and other people's evaluations are useless. Everything depends on it. President Hua.

Mr. Hua also finished his soup, not a single drop was left. He didn't want to do this, but the taste of this soup made him unbearable. Give him another bowl and he can also finish it. No, ten bowls can also be finished. .

Putting down the bowl, after hesitating for a while, Mr. Hua stretched out his thumb and said loudly: "I am convinced of the indisputable cooking skills!"

Mr. Hua is not stupid, and a stupid person can't do such a career. He just has a good face and big ambitions. In fact, before this bowl of soup is ready, he has a premonition that he will lose this time. He doesn't know that Jixiang What happened to the shape change, but some judges knew about it and said it out.

A thing that exists in the legend, a thing that can happen only when the cooking skills are at the peak, how can he find faults, he can fabricate faults that don't exist, but the judges can't approve the faults that are fabricated, and there are no three judges. He will only lose more face.

After drinking the soup, he understood that this time he lost again, Gu Zheng's cooking skills were completely beyond his expectations.

At the same time, he also had some regrets in his heart. Gu Zheng made chicken blood soup this time. Chicken blood soup has a lot in common with their duck blood vermicelli soup. If he knew that Gu Zheng had such cooking skills before, how could he? Maybe let the head chef propose a challenge, just go to the door to poach people directly, if you can get Gu Zheng, let him be the head chef.

With the cooking skills of Guzheng chicken blood soup, it is very easy to improve the duck blood vermicelli soup, and the business of the store can be improved to a higher level.

It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world. The challenge was not only proposed by them, but he also deliberately suppressed Buzheng at the competition site. In addition, he knew the background of Guzheng. It may be difficult to ease the relationship between the two.

Regrets are regrets, but Mr. Hua did not give up. What should be fought is still to be fought. Seeing the surprised eyes of some people around him, he smiled slightly, stood up, and clapped his palms.

"Indisputable, you are worthy of being the son of Master Gu Ming. The green is better than the blue, and you are defeated by the cooking skills of the Michelin three-star chef. We are convinced and convinced!"

Gu Ming is the name of Gu Zheng's father. Before Mr. Hua finished speaking, Gu Zheng's expression changed.

"What, Buzheng is Gu Ming's son?"

"No wonder, no wonder there are such good cooking skills!"

"So he is the son of Gu Ming!"

Some of the judges showed shocking expressions. Gu Ming himself became famous in Shencheng. These judges are all from the food industry. Many of them know Gu Ming's identity. Gu Ming is also the pride of Shencheng's food industry.

It is not so easy to be a Michelin three-star chef. There are more than 2,000 Michelin-starred restaurants in the world, but only a little over a hundred have reached the three-star standard. Only the chefs of these more than one hundred restaurants are the real Michelin three-star chefs. chef.

In other words, there are more than one hundred three-star chefs in the world.

This statement is not rigorous. Some celebrity chefs are not inferior to these three-star chefs. In addition, some three-star chefs have left their jobs. They also have the strength of three-star chefs. In real terms, the number of such celebrity chefs in the world Much higher than that number, probably in the hundreds.

But even so, it is still a great existence, besides, Gu Ming is now an authentic three-star chef, and he has won many awards and reports in France. It is indisputable that he is his son. No wonder there is such a culinary skill. It's really not wrong.

There was a lot of discussion at the scene. Most of the people who came here today were from the food industry. Even if they were not, they would ask around like the people around them. Soon everyone understood what was going on. His father is not an ordinary chef, but a three-star chef, a world famous chef who came out of Shanghai.

Mumu's little hands were clenched together again, damn it, he said before that his father was just an ordinary cook, and he lied to her again, and he must look good after this competition is over.

The second is to thank the queen for not drinking, the sky is still blue, the reeds are green, and the friends who look at the green leaves in the distance are rewarded. Thanks to the small pocket at the door, the prodigal son turns back to cook vegetables. The two friends have donated 500 starting coins many times. Xiaoyu thank you for your support !