Rebirth as the God of Cooking in Japan

"Ok?"

"The combination of pork and horseshoe is some kind of meatball?"

Xia Yu did not forget to observe another kitchen.

To be honest, he was really curious about Wei Zhong's recipe.

The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength.

Moreover, this is a halberd that the loser wants to brand, comparable to a life-and-death struggle, how could Xia Yu naively think that Wei Zhong would still hide his hands at this time.

He worked hard to prepare "a golden arrow" and wanted to open a bow to hunt and shoot a golden eagle.

Where is Wei Zhong?

Since the dignity of the chef and the identity of the chef are placed on the gambling table as the winning condition, the recipe and the weight corresponding to the bet must be extraordinary!

"ball?"

Xia Yu frowned, "Is this a pastry range? Also, I can't think of ancient recipes related to meatballs!"

Did not go to tangled.

The opponent's recipe information is optional, and the decisive factor of victory is not in others, but in yourself!

Withdrawing his gaze from the outside, Xia Yu looked at the counter in front of him.

A small half-bag of fine flour has been piled up into a small hill. Xia Yu slightly inserted his hands into the mountain. The skin of his hands clearly sensed the delicate and smooth texture of the flour. He nodded secretly in his heart, without doubt, the basic ingredients provided by Liu are of high quality. Can't fault it.

"Then—"

Touching a black stick in his hand, Xia Yu was not in a hurry to make dough, but holding a stick, turned on the faucet in front of the sink, and took care of it with clean water and a rag, like a swordsman wiping the blade. Black stick.

He has become the chef of the white case, and the pastry stick is the weapon of battle!

the other side.

Wei Zhong's cooking rhythm can be described as swift and windy. Once construction starts, there is absolutely no hesitation or stagnation.

"Refined salt, green onion, minced ginger, rice wine, pepper..."

In the guest seat, Lan Fengxian in the center shifted his gaze from Xia Yuna to his opposite. In another kitchen, Wei Zhong was facing the conditioning basin filled with pork and horseshoes, putting in some common and common spices one after another.

"They are all very common ingredients!" Lan Fengxian said, but his eyes were full of solemnity.

"It's common!"

The famous Sichuan chef Wang Gong whispered: "In recent years, in the wave of fantasy ingredients, Wei Zhong adheres to the tradition. He has no experience of cooking with fantasy ingredients, but he has not failed. Moreover, the Chinese world has given him the nickname of his alternate pastry king. The more recognition, doesn't this explain the horror of this person?"

Hearing this, Grandpa Liu shook his head, "Not at all!"

He laughed.

"If I also have a pair of hands that can turn decay into magic, then I don't have much dependence on fantasy ingredients!"

The judges looked at Wei Zhong, who stirred the diced pork in the conditioning pot with both hands.

In the picture, the scarlet pork lean and fat pork are so distinct in color. This detail falls into the eyes of the industry can’t help but shocking. Just now Wei Zhong used a knife to chop a whole plate of pork, but these pork Ding, fat and thin but distinctly distinguished, doesn't it explain the horror of Wei Zhong's sword technique?

Wei Zhong is pinching pork!

"Flap, pop, pop..."

His hands were loose and tight, and there was a rhythm between the tightness, and the fat and lean meat mixed with water, egg liquid, and a dry seasoning, under the rubbing of his hands, gradually, the red and white interlaced each other.

If it is to make meatballs, at this step, Wei Zhong can use his hands to knead the minced meat into a ball, but he did not do that.

Pinch it halfway and stop suddenly.

Wei Zhong turned around to the sink, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands. He set up a Chinese iron pot on the stove and heated the pot. Instead, he took a box of self-prepared ingredients and poured some into the steaming iron pot. White rice!

Fried rice!

You don't need to talk about the frying techniques of top Lin Chu, they are very proficient.

In a moment, the scent of fried rice filled the stage, and at the same time the pot crackled. Wei Zhong looked down at the golden rice grains in the pot, nodded with satisfaction, stopped the fire, and directly picked up the hot pot.

"Huh-"

A whole pot of golden rice grains all poured into a flat-bottomed glassware.

Wei Zhong was expressionless and put on a pair of transparent gloves, using his hands as a rolling pin, and gently pressed the slightly fried rice grains in the vessel. The chick sound was captured by the loudspeaker and played to the audience.

The audience was dumbfounded, what is this for?

Wei Zhong heard the commotion, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his palm was raised to capture the gap between the camera.

There was a pile of yellowing dust on the bottom of the glassware!

This is undoubtedly rice noodles!

"These rice noodles are... steamed meat noodles!" Seeing this, Lan Fengxian was suddenly moved and thought of a mixed ingredient involving top traditional cooking skills.

Sure enough, after Wei Zhong pressed out the grainy rice noodles with his hands, he divided the rice noodles into three equal bowls, and then put in the different bowls the dust of pepper, sana, amomum, sagebrush and other spices.

When the yellowed rice flour is mixed with the spice dust of different colors.

Three bowls, three colors!

"Three-color steamed meat noodles!" Lan Fengxian said in a low voice, "The dark and dusty red bowl should be mainly made of red cardamom."

"The yellow bowl is mainly ginger!"

"White, mainly white pepper!"

With that, Lan Fengxian, the Dragon Chef, was full of doubts, "How does he plan to use these three-color steamed meat powder?"

At the same table, Jing Chu Lin Chu, Wang Qian and Duan Hong looked at each other.

"Ho!"

Duan Hong sucked in a cold air and said, "Old Wei is going to show his Lin-level must-kill recipe, super killer... it's revealed!"

"Sure!" Wang Gan said in a low voice, "That's right, it's the new recipe that he has just perfected a while ago. I heard Old Wei's tone, he seems to be planning to push this recipe to the end. Height, you need to use this recipe as the key to open that door..."

at the same time.

"Mianyang three steamed!"

In the imperial capital, Yan Qi and Xia Qing, who were also paying attention to this halberd, looked solemn.

"The recipe created based on the technique of'Mianyang three steaming' is correct!" Yan Qi slowly said, "Three-color steamed meat powder, three-color phoenix fish. Yellow crane has a hand in'powder steamed three-color phoenix fish'. Since Wei Zhong is his proud disciple, he naturally learned his unique skills in Jingchu cuisine."

Xia Qing was silent.

The so-called'Mianyang Three Steams' are simply steamed meat, steamed fish, and steamed vegetables.

When it comes to specific steaming methods, the details include soup steaming, clear steaming, shell steaming, deduction steaming, stuffed steaming, bag steaming, sealed steaming, etc. There are more than a dozen kinds of steaming. Fan steaming is just one of the techniques of Chinese cuisine. Kind.

"Look—" Yan Qi reminded, and pointed to the screen.

Xia Qing glanced, his eyebrows twitched.

Wei Zhong directly picked up the bowl of red steamed meat powder and sprinkled the fat and lean pork that he had stirred before!

As a result, the entire mixture of the basin was dyed with a grainy red outer garment.

This is obviously just a corner puzzle of Wei Zhong's big recipe. He non-stop, grabbing freshwater fish from a water tank, slaughtering them with a knife, cutting off the keel of the fish with a sharp knife, skillfully, without a trace of extra action.

Soon, there were pieces of fish on the chopping board that were as thin as paper.

Cut flowers and carved some lines on the fish slices that are not easy to see with the naked eye. Wei Zhong's smile bloomed more confidently. He grabbed the bowl of white'steamed meat powder' with his hand, and covered each piece of fish evenly. Layer powder.

then.

I saw Wei Zhong picking up a round pumpkin against the kitchen counter and cutting the pumpkin into pieces with a knife to obtain some small and delicate pumpkin pieces.

"Huh..." Seeing the suffocating cooking performance in the screen, Xia Qing exhaled gently, "This person is very close to the dragon level, or rather, he has knocked off!"

Yan Qi couldn't help applauding, "Look, his'Mianyang three steaming' technique, mixing, dipping, topping, and rolling, powdering meatballs is rolling, powdering fish fillets is dipping, and pumpkin Fanning is the top...Every technique is so wonderful, even if we older generations come to the stage and roll up our sleeves, we may not perform as well as him!"

Xia Qing said: "Seeing this, I probably know what his recipe looks like."

"I know too." Yan Qi nodded, with an unspeakable exclamation in his eyes.

At the same time, the Zhu Ji on the heights of the Imperial Capital Baiyu Building couldn't help but mutter in surprise: "If this recipe is completed, it will be a classic!