Reincarnating to Become a Japanese Chef God

Chapter 887: Fake Counterattack (Part 1)

Although they are all rice cakes, as far as the dishes are concerned, the appearance is generally speaking, they are completely different in three styles!

The Su-style rice cakes of Ye Feizhou's group are long square-shaped, mint green in color, and have a warm and delicate texture. Several pieces are placed on a white plate, and they have a refreshing breath.Just like him, a gentleman, gentle as jade.

The Fuzhou Caitou Kueh and Carrot Cake of Weizhong Group are mainly made of rice milk and potato flour mixed with other small ingredients. At first glance, they look like fried tofu chunks.

In fact, these pastries are indeed fried in a pan before they are served, and they are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fragrant aroma.

The five judges, including the female director, were stimulated by the taste, and the appetite in their eyes suddenly became rich.

The eyes of the judges stopped at the work of Wei Zhongzu.

"It's Caitou Kueh!"

A judge wearing glasses and a gentle temperament, rolling his throat up and down, trying his best to endure in the lens, "...The smell, dried shrimps, mushrooms, sausages, and other ingredients have been completely integrated. This is not like a student's. The level of cooking is too high, just watching my appetite is going to get out of the cage!"

Lu Qinghong just stared at Wei Zhong's palms, and said, "The only time I intervened, did the dishes become reborn! It really is that kind of magical cooking skills, I'm afraid there is only the line of Baiyun Pavilion..."

She was interrupted by Wei Zhong waved.

"Try it!"

Wei Zhong said indifferently, "Although this is not my work, it condenses part of my own efforts in it."

Next to him, the No. 1 high school student student, clenched his fists, was uncontrollably nervous and sweating in front of five famous judges.

Wei Zhong patted him on the shoulder and gave an appreciative look, "You are already pretty good!"

"Thank you!"

With the recognition of idols and predecessors, high school students and teenagers are even more happy and excited.

Lu Qinghong nodded to the left and right, so the five judges all picked up the chopsticks, set down the chopsticks, and picked up a piece of "cai tau kueh", biting their teeth and chewing in their mouths.

Unexpected taste!

There are dried shrimps, shiitake mushrooms, sausage diced and other ingredients, which should have complex and diversified tastes, but the imported cakes give a burst of fragrance to the mouth and nose!

If you continue to chew deeply, the vegetable flavors of celery grains and green garlic will invade more fiercely. Suddenly, Lu Qinghong stopped chewing and looked strange, "How can there be a smell of the ocean..."

"Haha, it's seaweed!"

An old reviewer laughed: "Cai Tou Kueh is not only available in Fuzhou. Chaoshan and Zhangzhou also have their own special Cai Tou Kueh. In this way, where are the characteristics of Fuzhou Cai Tou Kueh? It is this seaweed. It’s the finishing touch!"

The old man is obviously an authority on XX folklore and cultural studies, and there is a look of admiration under the stage.

Seaweed!

Other reviewers know the status.

"It's no wonder that the so-called "backing on mountains", "sea" and "sea", the reason why seaweed is used as a special raw material into Caitou Kuih by the Fuzhou people is related to the geographical location of the neighboring sea, and it is also the gratitude of the local people for the nurturing of marine mothers!"

Lu Qinghong swallowed the cakes in her mouth, her mouth still spitting, this time she bit the larger piece of Caitou Kueh, chewing and chewing.

Obviously it was devouring, but there was a refreshing smile on his face.

The freshness of the sea continues to spread to the depths of the soul. The trace of "delicate" hidden in the pastry makes the female director sink. She seems to go to the pier in Fuzhou, in the sunny day, stretch her arms, far away On the horizon, the faintly visible fishing boats seemed to be held in her arms.

Scroll into poetry.

From the local cuisine to the hometown.

Through the tasting, Lu Qinghong saw Fuzhou, a young man of craftsmanship. This is the higher level of food, and the humanistic feelings are more important than color and fragrance!

The so-called "meaning" of food also includes these plot feelings.

no doubt.

In this round of rice cake competition, Wei Zhongzu produced quite strong works!

quickly,

"Huh—" Lu Qinghong wiped his mouth, looked at Wei Zhong and the high school students seriously, and commented emotionally: "To be honest, it's almost the Lantern Festival. Those who should go to school, those who should go to work, the taste of the year is quickly fading. Go, but your group of works makes me miss my hometown again and want to go home!"

She raised the scoreboard--

19 points!

Seeing this, other judges also wrote on the sign, and then held it up.

"19 points, 19 points, 20 points, 19 points..." the hostess said intently, "Oh oh oh, four 19 points, one full score, the guard team in this round of competition, the final total score is 96 points. Congratulations!"

The high school student was excited, "96 points, a high score that the program group hasn't seen for a long time!"

Wei Zhong frowned, and he was quite dissatisfied that he did not get a full score with the help of the "Hand of God" cooking skills.

"Get out and get out of—"

A voice said, "It's our turn!"

Wei Zhong was squeezed away, and couldn't help staring at the rude young chef, "Huh, is this a hurry to enter the Palace of the King of the Gods? Not to mention, 96 points are 96 points, how can these two people surpass?"

He thought, the contemptuous look in his eyes was almost ready to show.

In the strong pastry field, there are strong students who inherit the local characteristics of rice cake cooking. How to lose?

"what!"

Xia Yu grabbed the spotlight, and the five judges realized that the dishes of the Demon King Group had been ignored.

They stared intently, stunned.

A plate of white and delicate, greeted the eye!

On the white plate, there is a "rice cake" that is as white as frost. The plate and the rice cake are like a whole, which makes the eyes straight!

There is no green and coolness of Ye Feizhou's "Su-style Mint Rice Cake".

There is no feeling of Weizhong's "Fuzhou Caitou Kueh".

The rice cake dishes of Xia Yu and the No. 9 migrant worker uncle are plain and milky white, and the smell is also the original rice cake, without other impurities, pure and natural.

"Geyang rice cake?" The old man with authority in folk culture recognized it all at once.

"No!"

Judge seat fryer.

"Geyang nian gao, also known as Dahegu nian gao, is well-known in the Chinese world and can be said to be the king of nian gao dishes!" There was a loud voice, "this kind of nian gao, two ingredients are indispensable -"

"One is Dahe Mi!"

"The second is high-quality spring water!"

"They are the secret of Geyang rice cakes!"

Hearing that, Xia Yu just shrugged: "I understand these!"

Female director Lu Qinghong coughed.

"Well, in fact, when deciding on the topic of the bottle sign, when preparing the ingredients for the'nian gao', our program team considered that three instructors or students might be familiar with Geyang nian gao and plan to present such dishes, so we specially supplied Dahe Rice, high-quality spring water..."

"Just now, Chef Xia asked for ingredients from our program team!"

Lu Qinghong explained to everyone.

"Really?" The judges looked at the female director, and then at the calm Demon King Xia, they opened their mouths, more suspicious words were blocked in their throats, and it was uncomfortable that they couldn't spit them out.

Who is the Demon King Xia? If it is replaced by other newly promoted Lin Chu, the judges are probably yelling constantly and it is impossible to let it go.

"Ah--"

The ridiculous voice broke in.

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