Galactic Garbage Station

“How can you pick a chicken-ass?” The hostess was somewhat crying, and the audience at the scene and in front of the TV said it was difficult to understand. Does he keep other chefs in his eyes or not? Or do you have a strange feeling about chicken-ass?

“Do it yourself.” Cao in the front row of the audience smiled coldly. If Su Zheng had chosen the material well, he might have had a slight chance. Even if he lost, it might not have been so embarrassing. I didn't think he would have chosen the chicken-butt-ass, which was a dead end.

“Cough, I always thought a really good chef, with whatever ingredients, could cook. Even with a chicken-ass that the average person would throw away, you should make a delicious taste.” Su Xiao said lightly.

In that sentence, some chefs in the audience saluted each other. But there are also some chefs who snort and feel arrogant and arrogant. They're all top chefs, they pick the best ingredients, and you pick the chicken-ass, and you want to win?

The audience at the scene and in front of the TV felt almost the same way. Some felt that Su Jin's spirit was praiseworthy, others felt that he was not on his own. Later, he was doomed to pay for his arrogance.

“I'll go, Brother Po, will you stop messing around?” Qin Xu Lan, who had great confidence in Su Xian, was somewhat worried.

“Brother really.” Suya stamped her feet in a hurry.

“Will this guy lose?” Wang Yan's eyes flashed a light. I don't know why I would really like to see Su Yan eat once.

Seeing the audience react violently, Su Zheng was somewhat helpless. The other two days he studied the selected dishes. Although he mastered the ability to control fire, after all, time was limited, and he learned only the simpler one, that is, the Fire Phoenix dance, the other ones would not.

“All right, that's it for the introduction. Here's the chef, let's start cooking.” The male and female moderators said in unison that all the chefs had started immediately. The finals, because they were live, had different rules, with 30 per cent of the votes cast by the audience, 60 per cent of the votes cast by the judges and 10 per cent of the order in which the dishes were completed. In other words, the sooner it is done, the better, the better, the better, the better, the better, the better, the better, and the better. Such an even-handed match would be a bit difficult to chase if it was dropped directly by 10.

So, thirty-four chefs compete for seconds. A time is like a dagger and a dazzling sight.

At this point, the live cameras are switched to telescopic shots to capture all thirty-four chefs, of course, so that the audience in front of the TV can only see the panorama and not the details. The broadcast is fully focused, ready to cut the lens, where it cuts wonderfully.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the audience. The whole scene is top-notch chefs, knife masters, who are supposed to be even-handed enemies, hard to tell the difference. However, almost the vast majority of the light is concentrated on Su Xin. The conductor also shouted and cut through the lens.

Only Su Zheng appeared as if he had four hands. Between the swords, he cut all kinds of ingredients. It was so fast and confusing. A piece of chicken-butt flashed in his hand. After a few seconds, a beautiful pattern appeared. Many audiences were surprised. There were some untouched chicken-butt that actually seemed to become good looking and elegant. It was like a work of art.

However, some people's materials were relatively simple, so they were prepared earlier, several chefs had started to lay down pots, so many people's eyes were drawn to the past, the camera was also cut past, the male and female hosts followed the introduction, the atmosphere was tense and warm.

“Wow, my God!” All of a sudden, the whole group shouted.

“Cut, cut over.” The conductor was excited, pointing to Su Jing.

“God, what do I see?” Men and women are equally excited to host.

Only, Su Jing's dishes are served too, unbelievably.

While he was frying, he used a spoon to ignite the flame, a flame in the pot, creating a beautiful view, like a fire phoenix spreading its wings, so that everyone could see.

“Damn it, I know why this dish is called the Phoenix Dance, we all guessed wrong. ”

“God, how is this possible? I've never seen a pan burn so beautiful. ”

“Look closely, not the whole pot burned, but a string of flames led by a spoon. ”

“It's amazing how it's done. ”

All the audiences on the scene and in front of the TV were shocked, and it was the first time they had seen people cook so gorgeous.

Even the chefs present couldn't help but look a few more times, some distracted and almost missed their dishes. Zhou Fresh, Song Xueju and five other judges on the jury chair were also stunned. Even if they read all the food in the world, they had never seen such gorgeous fried vegetables.

“This guy is amazing!” Dong Kaoru was thrilled.

“Turns out he was so handsome when he cooked.” Wang Siya laughed, although he had eaten Su Xian's dishes many times, he rarely saw Su Xian cook his dishes.

“It's gorgeous, like magic.” Zhu Jianhua and Peng Ming sighed.

“Actually, this is the first time I've seen him in the kitchen the other two days, and I think he's studying this, and he's doing something new.” Shi Qingqing smiled and saw the colorful ripples in his eyes.

“Dude, that was awesome!” Qin Xu Lan in front of the TV is once again full of confidence.

“Still like this?” Zhou Lan stared.

“My brother is good at it.” Suya smiled.

“It was amazing.” Tang Xiaoyu and several other roommates were excited.

“How could you do that?” Wang Yanzhang opened his mouth and could not close it for a long time.

No one is surprised, because no one has ever seen or heard of the fireworks that can burn a phoenix spreading its wings to dance, and at this moment everyone understands the name of the dish "Fire Phoenix Dance”.

“Wait, you can't keep burning, can you? ”

“Yeah, the average chef, even if the pot burns, burns it. It's weird that it keeps burning. ”

After shock, some careful audiences began to worry.

Because Su Zheng's pot had a phoenix dance on it, they couldn't even see what was going on in the pot, so they didn't know what was going on in the pot, and they all felt that it might be paste. If that's the case, then it doesn't make sense. After all, it looks good and doesn't taste good. Judges have 60 percent. Besides, if the audience sees the paste later, they probably won't vote either.

“Selling Xuan Yi.” Cao was shocked at first, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help but laugh and wait to see the show.

“Look, Su Jun stopped.” At this moment, Su Xin suddenly stopped the frying and the flame on the pan was extinguished. Then, Su Zheng lifted up the whole pan and poured the dish into the plate.

The audience at the scene and in front of the TV, they were stunned and ready? Even if it's a blast, isn't that too fast? Back and forth, are there three minutes? Are those chicken butts cooked?

However, after a good look at the dishes, they were stunned and many couldn't help but swallow the water. Cut out a patterned piece of chicken-butt-ass, all golden butter, with peppers, onions and other ingredients, it looks fascinating. This dish makes people feel super delicious at first glance, I can't help but want to clip one in my mouth, it must be smooth oil.