Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

Chapter 901: The Fist of the Sandbag (Part 1)

Liu Ying's "Lanxiao" is actually the most temperament among the seven same dishes on the table.

What is the temperament of the dishes?

Just like human beings, there are poems and books in their belly, and the temperament of the dishes is also emitted from the inside out. To put it simply, humans are almost all visual animals. In this world where appearance is important, if the chef can For the “color of the dish” and the appearance, more hard work will be able to attract bees and butterflies the first time.

However, at this moment, the seven Lantern Festival snacks on the table, only in terms of appearance, are numbered 1, which is Liu Lan's work, red, red, green and green in a whole plate, and the color alone blows up the players.

But everyone still stared at Liu Ying intently.

Including Liu Lan himself, all their pupils narrowed down to look at the small porcelain basin number 7. The exquisite lanterns lined up neatly above the venue cast mournful lights down, so the clear soup in the basin, sparkling, and just In the flash, Liu Lan once again saw the faint golden shavings from the field of vision before!

Not only Liu Lan, the venue riots, a sound of riots spread:

"Did you see it, did you see it?"

"In that basin, why is the fat and white Lantern Festival surrounded by gold? What is in the soup?"

Ye Feizhou, Grandpa Liu, and a group of elders of the Liu family had already left the meeting, standing around the judging platform, pointing to the basins numbered 7 one by one.

Grandpa Liu, holding a cane in one hand and a beard in the other, approached and observed the Lantern Festival snack at a distance of less than ten centimeters.

"No stuffing?"

He asked suddenly.

Liu Ying looked at the crowds of people standing across the table and was so nervous, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Yes, yes!"

"Please give me a spoon—"

Ye Feizhou said warmly to her. Liu Ying bit her lip, lowered her head and handed out a metal spoon on her side. The camera turned to Ye Feizhou. The disciple of the heavenly king held the spoon and stirred it in the ceramic basin!

Wow!

Wow!

The calm noodle soup was broken by ripples. Under the clear soup, the plump, white lanterns suddenly covered a veil of golden light.

The four fell silent.

People went to look at the bowl again, and those white lanterns suddenly turned into gold ingots under the water.

Ye Feizhou took a breath, shook his hand, and stopped stirring with the spoon.

A large, colorless and invisible net is covering him...

The air became heavy, as if it was because of too many noodles and delicacies. At this moment, he vented his own taste. The torrent of multiple tastes mixed, and the air flow made a heavy buzzing whine. Ye Feizhou heard it, his face changed drastically, and he said this What kind of web of taste is it? He just took a weak bite and his head exploded.

Too much information is coming!

"Well……"

He couldn't help holding a bowl and a spoon. With the tendency of a hungry ghost, Ye Feizhou directly swallowed a Lantern Festival and chewed.

Boom!

Like a big hammer, it hit the depths of the stomach pouch.

Obviously it's just a yuanxiao.

However, the tongue seems to taste all the delicious noodles in the world such as ramen, pasta, udon, etc., lying in the standard Ge You position, limp in the mouth, stunned!

"This kind of taste is a fantasy ingredient!" Ye Feizhou was shocked.

What follows is a strange scene.

A group of qualified judges gathered around the table and put down their bowls and spoons, unwilling to take a second bite.

Upon seeing this, the stadium booed loudly. The hostess Qi Qingyan handed a microphone to Ye Feizhou, who was the first to wake up, and asked curiously: “Eat a spoonful and stop. This means that you have a very good sense of the work of contestant Liu Ying. Bad?"

"Do not!"

Ye Feizhou looked at the camera, his facial close-up was reflected in the broadcast screen, appearing rigorous, "On the contrary, my evaluation of the work of Contestant No. 7 is—"

"excellent!"

what.

The boos turned into exclaims.

Qi Qingyan was slightly surprised and said, "Why?"

"Yes……"

The speech was interrupted by a riot.

At the entrance of the venue, a group of industry authorities in suits and leather shoes flooded in. The leader was a chef dressed up with a white upper body and a pair of black cloth trousers.Wei Zhong put the kitchen hat in his hand, and he was straight, and walked straight to the stage!

"Huh?" Tang Yuqiong, who was watching the selection in the live broadcast room with millions of viewers, frowned, "This is Wei Zhong? Why is he dressed like a cook?"

Wei Zhong!

Zhu Qing reacted subconsciously, turning his head to look to his side.

Uh, the teenager who was sitting with his legs high and leaning forward instantly lifted his legs, his feet were straight, and his upper body was slightly leaning forward in the seat.In the young man's eyes, there was only the alternate pastry king, unaware of the gaze on the side.

There was a sudden excitement on his face.

And, the dazzling and dangerous light in the eyes.

Zhu Qing couldn't help but whispered: "This kid is treating others as prey!"

"coming!"

Jing Chu, Baiyun Pavilion, and Huang He sat in front of the TV.

Imperial capital.

Zhu Ji also put down a scroll of ancient recipes in his hand, and raised his head to cast a slightly gloomy look at the screen on the wall of the study.

In the same big city, in an old courtyard, Xia Qing and Yan Qi, the old friends, sat cross-legged on a futon in a tea room.Yan Qi saw Wei Zhong, who suddenly broke into the camera and dressed in neat clothes, smiled: "It's menacing!"

Xia Qing's expression was rather weird.

"This Wei Zhong, do you know that he is a step slower?"

Hearing this, Yan Qi laughed loudly, "If the old fellow Lan Fengxian had not informed us, we would have never imagined that the boy who has been on the defensive and always passive would actually come to visit the seniors in Shu and ask him to host a show. Fresh halberd."

"Brother Xia, remember the tone of Lan Fengxian's call that day? I was totally frightened, hahahaha!"

Xia Qing couldn't help laughing when he thought of the call he received that day.

Who is Lan Fengxian? Among a bunch of old monsters, he was called a thousand-faced fox, but it was such an old fox that was frightened by his grandson. Xia Qing remembered the trembling tone on the phone.

Thinking about it, that kid really scared the old man.

Yan Qi stopped laughing and moved his eyes to a sword hanging on the wall of the tea room.

"How sharp this sword is, it still needs to be out of its sheath, so that others can take a closer look.

"Then..." Xia Qing said deep and slowly, "Liangjian!"

Feitian Pavilion.

Wei Zhong suddenly took the stage and brought a group of people. The aggressive and unkind ones, and the audience saw some signs of something wrong.

What's wrong?

The hostess Qi Qingyan rushed on stage to Wei Zhong and interrupted the selection process. Her senses were quite bad. Such rude behavior shouldn't happen to an alternate pastry king who is well-known in the gourmet world.She frowned and reminded: "Chef Wei, it is now in the ranking stage of Liu's selection. Since you are not qualified to score, please sit down at the guest table!"

Wei Zhong just glanced at the hostess and ignored it.

"Lady Liu, can I say a few words?" Wei Zhong seemed to be asking, but he didn't wait for Old Lady Liu to answer at all. He pointed to the Lantern Festival snack on the table.

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