Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

No. 2 counter.

Li Han and Lan Chuhan have completed the slaughter of 5 native ducks.

The duck, naked and visceral, was placed on the kitchen counter, glowing slightly.

The key is not the duck. Xia Yu looked at him and saw Li Han, sweating profusely, carrying five large Chinese iron pots.

"Such a big pot, 5 people moved in at once... What are they going to do?!"

Xia Yu couldn't help but inhale and mutter.

Look at the 8 small casserole in front of me.

Well, the momentum has been completely compared!

Of course, the momentum is a joke. In the finals, there can be no useless ingredients and kitchen utensils.Xia Yu watched closely and saw Li Han put five iron pots on the simple stove one by one, like an array in front of him.

"Lan Chu!"

Li Han turned around and shouted.

"Come and help!" Lan Chuhan whispered, and pointed to the white bag stacked beside the kitchen counter.

What is this?

Xia Yu's eyes widened before he noticed these bags. "It's definitely not flour. How heavy are six or seven bags of flour? I don't know how many servings can be made!"

But in addition to the relatively large amount of flour, Xia Yu broke his head and thought, it was hard to think of what kind of ingredients would have to be prepared so much.

Li Han answered him with practical actions.

"Wow—"

Tear open the mouth of the bag, pour it, and the white particles gushing out in a moment will fill a large basin.

Li Han continued to carry the bag, but Lan Chuhan calmly injected a viscous and translucent liquid into the basin. This was recognized by the professionals, and the stadium was full of gasps:

"salt……?"

"So much salt, mixed with egg white?"

The guests had a messy and hell-like expression.

But Xia Yu's heart was stunned, his head cocked, and there seemed to be a lightning strike in his head, and the chaotic thoughts became clear.

"It's definitely that kind of dish...that recipe!"

The sense of sight is too strong.

Thinking of Lan Chuhan's surname and the inheritance represented by this surname, Xia Yu was absolutely sure.

really.

Next, the process of Li Han and Lan Chuhan gradually overlapped with the memory image in Xia Yu's head.

Mix salt and egg whites and knead them into clumps.

The smooth native ducks do not need to be marinated or coated with extra seasonings. The two of them use salt clumps, like building a wall, bit by bit, to completely seal the native ducks inside.

As a result, there are five round objects on the No. 2 cooking table.

A fragrance of taro, which escapes the audience.

The big Chinese iron pot was piled up with taro filaments, and the earth duck, which was tightly wrapped in a ball of salt, was placed on the filaments. This scene fell on the lens, and there was a strong sense of the picture.

On the mountain platform of Yuanyue's "Red Leaf Hunting Conference", Tian Suohui covered her mouth and said, "...How come it is like building a nest with a white dome?"

A group of students nodded in agreement.

"Yes indeed!"

"The duck is wrapped in salt into a dome!"

Alice's eyes widened.

Morita Maki, who was in the first-year row, had no smile on his face, and his slender hands were entangled in a ball on the short table, and sweat was clearly visible on the desktop.She was tense inside.

"The momentum is so strong! The dishes of this combination are by no means ordinary..."

Xingping Chuangzhen's face was solemn.

"I always feel that this championship is not easy to win!"

"nonsense!"

Takumi, an Italian teenager at the next table, glanced at him, then stared at the TV, unconsciously, in a voice full of little fans, waved his fist and said, "But I firmly believe that Lecturer Xia is the ultimate winner!"

"Ha, Takumi, are you completely succumbing to Lecturer Xia?"

"This is an admiration for the strong!"

"What about me?" Xingping Chuangzhen said haha.

"Go away! Waiting for my next challenge, soon!" Takumi hummed.

Opposite one-year students.

The nine seats of "Ten Yuet Outstanding Talents" still pay attention to TV pictures.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the picture was occupied by the spreading flame.

The pupils of Isshiki Hui, Si Yingshi and others shrank sharply, staring at the five Chinese iron pots looming in the fire.

Lan Chuhan has already retreated outside the circle of fire, and the faint figure in the sea of ​​fire is naturally Young Master Li who also masters [Blast Flame] and other flame cooking skills.

The wine is overflowing.

One altar after altar of Luzhou Laojiao was opened and used as fuel for ignition and poured on five Chinese iron pots. As a result, the wine caused a raging fire.

Xiao Huangmao in the eighth seat, Jiu I Zhaoji, clenched a fist, and said uncomfortably, "This guy, it's starting again!"

"Yes!"

Kobayashi's gentian shows its sharp little tiger teeth.

Li Han's flame cooking skills, they have seen the first stage of the competition, and were deeply impressed.

Looking at the flames sweeping the stadium, Jiu Wo Teruki, Kobayashi Gentiana, and others were in a subtle and complicated mood. It seemed that there was a kind of anger of territory being violated. Such flame cooking skills should belong to the "flame magician" of Tomotsu. Yes indeed.

Unknowingly, Xia Yu's [Blow Yan] had already imprinted a personal mark on the minds of these students.

"Huh, it's really hot!"

The angle of view returned to the arena, Tang Yuqiong retracted his gaze from the fire at the No. 2 counter.

"Elder Tang, let's start too!" she said.

Tang Shan retracted a carving knife with deep eyes, nodded, Tang Yuqiong saw it, stretched out his hand on the big iceberg in front of him, and tapped it lightly.

Wow!

Great avalanche!

Like the Xia Yu carvings in the past, the fine ice particles splashed in all directions. When the movement stopped, the iceberg became more rough and simple. However, unlike before, the Dufeng mountain was divided into five peaks. It looks like five fingers erected. The middle finger is the longest and the steepest, and the thumb is the thickest but the most stable.

When the camera swept over, the iceberg was shining, and the inside did not seem to be completely frozen, but had a strange flow.

The audience did not expect Tangshan to be a master of ice sculpture, even Xia Yu was surprised.

"It's not working!"

Casting his gaze at the Wuzhifeng at No. 3 cooking station, Xia Yu bounced out such a word inexplicably in his heart.

Shen Yun!

Being able to touch this word, the ice sculpture cooking works will shock the viewers' hearts, and it is enough to explain the skill of Tangshan.

But obviously, carving is only the first step in Tangshan and Tang Yuqiong's cooking works.

Xia Yu calmed his heartbeat and turned his gaze back to look at the row of casseroles in front of him, and then he was afraid that he would start to doubt life.

After half an hour.

"All right!"

He quickly turned off the flame valves of eight stoves.

Zhu Qing followed him closely and violently pulled the wet cloth covering the dough.

Mulu was delighted to see a few balls of fully leavened dough on the countertop. These doughs were several times larger than the original ones. Zhu Qing's fingers stabbed the blue dough at will, leaving almost deep finger holes for penetration, "Very good!"

"The finger hole hasn't retracted! It's completely expanded!"

Involuntarily, the personal kitchen utensils for the queen were revealed again, that is, the pair of silver chopsticks. Zhu Qing used the chopsticks, like a bean-clamping storm, and moved several times a second, each time a small piece of dough was separated. The efficiency was amazing.

After a while, the four-color dough turned into a pile of evenly-sized noodles.

"You roll the dough, I will pack it!"

Zhu Qing pointed to Xia Yu and his dark pastry stick.

The filling is sufficient and the dough is ready, and the next step is to enclose the filling.

The "Zhenhun Bao" is simple in appearance, but it is retro, and it retains the original appearance of the steamed bun. In fact, it is more like a stuffed steamed bun.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing were sweating on their foreheads, and it was obviously not easy to pack them.

At this time, the stadium has a voice:

"The flame is getting smaller!"

"It's done!"

At the No. 2 cooking station, the overflowing aroma of Laojiao wine gradually dissipated, and the flames were decayed and extinguished as the alcohol ran out.

Da da da……

Footsteps.

Li Han walked out of the 5-burning Chinese iron pot with a gray head and said to Lan Chuhan: "Lan Chuhan, it's almost there!"

The two met by coincidence, watching the timer.

"Elder Tang!"

Tang Yuqiong trembled slightly and put down a shiny shovel tool. She seemed to have filled a gap in the Wuzhifeng iceberg. At this time, the iceberg looked like a delicate fish tank at first glance, with shadows inside...

No. 1 counter.

Smoke billowed from the steamer on the cooking pot.

"The fire is here!"

Xia Yu ceased fire.

"But it's still a prop!" He murmured.

"Do you mean that..."

Zhu Qing raised his hand and pointed. At the corner of the stadium, a number of craftsmen invited by the competition officials were evacuating from a bamboo boat.

Frozen, Xia Yu bends down to thank the craftsmen from afar.

"Then, serve it--" He chuckled softly.

Zhu Qing smiled and said: "It's time to show!" 8

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