"Um?"

"A combination of pork, horse hoof, is it some kind of meatball?"

Xia Yu did not forget to observe another kitchen.

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

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

Besides, this is a food halberd that the loser wants to brand with a "uneasy mark", which is comparable to a life-and-death battle. How could Xia Yu naively think that Wei Zhong still has to hide his weaknesses at this time?

He worked hard to prepare a "golden arrow" and wanted to set off his bow to hunt and shoot the golden eagle.

Where is Wei Zhong?

Since the chef's dignity and the identity of a chef are placed on the gambling table as a condition for victory or defeat, the recipe corresponding to the bet and the weight will definitely be extraordinary!

"ball?"

Xia Yu frowned, "Is this considered a range of pastries? Moreover, I couldn't imagine the ancient recipes related to meatballs!"

Didn't bother with it either.

The opponent's recipe information is optional, and the decision factor for victory or defeat is not on others, but on yourself!

After retracting his gaze from the outside, Xia Yu looked at the desk in front of him.

Half a bag of fine flour has been piled up into the top of a hill. Xia Yu's hands were slightly inserted into the hill. The skin on his hands clearly felt the delicate and smooth texture of the flour. He nodded secretly in his heart. There was no doubt that the basic ingredients provided by Liu's family could not find any quality problems.

"So--"

He touched a black stick with his hand. Xia Yu did not rush to knead the noodles, but held the stick. He went to the sink and turned on the faucet and used clean water and rags, like a swordsman wiping the sharp edges, carefully maintaining the black stick.

He has transformed into the chef of Baikun, and the noodles are the weapons of fighting!

On the other side.

Wei Zhong’s cooking rhythm can be described as fast as the wind. Once the work starts, there will be no hesitation or stagnation.

"Salt, scallion, minced ginger, rice wine, pepper..."

In the guest seat, Lan Fengxian, who was in the middle, changed his eyes from Xia Yu's to opposite him. In the other kitchen, Wei Zhong was facing a conditioning basin filled with pork and horseshoe dings, and put some ordinary and common seasonings one after another.

"These are all very common ingredients!" Lan Fengxian said, her eyes full of solemnity.

“It’s right to be common!”

Wang Gong, a famous chef in Shu, whispered: "In recent years, in the wave of fantasy ingredients, Wei Zhong has adhered to tradition and has not had any experience in cooking with fantasy ingredients, but has never failed. Moreover, the Chinese community has increasingly recognized his nickname as the candidate King of Noodle. Doesn't this mean the horror of this person?"

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Liu shook her head, "It's not the case!"

He laughed.

"If I also have a pair of hands that can turn decay into magic, then I will not have much dependence on any fantasy ingredients!"

The judges looked at Wei Zhong, and he used his hands to stir and adjust the pork diced pots.

In the picture, the fishy red lean pork, fat and fuchsy pork, and the color is so clear that this detail is shocking in the eyes of industry insiders. Just now, Wei Zhong cut a whole plate of pork with a knife, but the fat and thin pork diced clearly distinguished. Doesn’t it mean that Wei Zhong’s sword technique is horrible?

Wei Zhong is pinching pork!

"Ba,ba,ba..."

His hands were loose and tight, and the elasticity was very rhythmic. The fat and lean meat mixed with clear water, egg liquid and a dry seasoning. As his hands rubbed, gradually, red and white intertwined.

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

Halfway through pinching, he suddenly stopped.

Wei Zhong turned around to the sink, turned on the faucet, washed his hands, and even put a Chinese iron pot on the stove, heated the pot, and took a self-made ingredient box and poured some white rice grains into the iron pot that was gradually steaming!

Fried rice!

There is no need to talk about the fried techniques of top Lin Chu, and he is naturally very proficient.

After a moment, a scent of fried rice spread out on the stage, and at the same time the pot was crackling. Wei Zhong looked down at the golden rice grains in the pot, nodded with satisfaction, and stopped the fire and directly picked up the hot pot.

"Swish--"

A whole pot of golden rice grains flowed into a flat glassware.

Wei Zhong wore a pair of transparent gloves expressionlessly, used his hands as a rolling pin, and gently pressed the slightly fried rice grains in the vessel. The sound of shrinking was captured by the loudspeaker and played to the audience.

The audience was stunned, what is this for?

Wei Zhong heard the riot sound, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, raised his palm, giving the camera a gap.

There was a lot of yellowed 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 rice noodles with obvious graininess with his hands, he divided the rice noodles into three equal bowls, and then put the dust of spicy ingredients such as pepper, yamia, amomum villoss, and thyme.

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

Three bowls, three colors!

"Three-color steamed pork powder!" Lan Fengxian said quietly, "The bowl of dark dust and red should be mainly made of the spicy flavor of red cardamom."

"The yellow bowl is mainly ginger!"

"White, mainly white pepper!"

As he said that, the Dragon Cook, Lan Fengxian, was full of doubts, "How do he plan to use these three-color steamed pork powder?"

Jing Chulin Chu, Wang Qian and Duan Hong, who were at the same table, looked at each other.

"Huh!"

Duan Hongzhi sniffed in air and said, "Old Wei is going to show off his Lin-level killer recipe, a super killer move... it's revealed!"

"Kill!" Wang Qian whispered, "That's right, it's the must-kill recipe. The new recipe he had just completed a while ago. I heard Lao Wei's tone. He seemed to be planning to push this recipe to the height of a dragon. He wanted to use this recipe as the key to push open the door..."

at the same time.

"Mianyang Sanshi!"

In the imperial capital, Yan Qi and Xia Qing, who were also paying attention to this squatter, had a serious face.

"The recipe created with the idea of ​​'Mianyang Three Steaming' technique is correct!" Yan Qi said slowly, "Three-color steamed meat powder, three-color phoenix fish. Huang He has the unique skill of 'Plain steamed three-color phoenix fish'. Since Wei Zhong is his favorite disciple, he naturally learned his Jingchu cuisine skills."

Xia Qing remained silent.

The so-called "Mianyang Sanshi" is simply to put it, steam meat, steam fish, and steam vegetables.

When it comes to specific steaming methods, there are more than a dozen types of soup steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming, steaming in the Chinese cuisine, and other things. Steaming is just one of the techniques of "steaming".

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

Xia Qing looked at it and his eyebrows jumped.

Wei Zhong straightened up the bowl of red steamed pork powder and sprinkled it all over the fat and lean pork he had stirred before!

So, the mixture of the whole basin was dyed with a grainy red outer dress.

This is obviously just a corner puzzle of Wei Zhong's recipe. He kept turning to a tank, grabbed the lively freshwater fish from a water tank, slaughtered it with a sharp knife, cut off the fish's keel bones with a skillful technique, without any unnecessary movements.

Soon, on the chopping board, there were slices of paper-thin fish meat.

With a knife flower, carve some patterns that are not easy to observe with the naked eye. Wei Zhong's smile bloomed more confidently. He grabbed the bowl of white "steamed meat powder" with his hands and evenly covered each piece of fish with a layer of powder.

Then.

Wei Zhong picked up a round pumpkin on the kitchen counter and took the knife to dismember the pumpkin, and obtained some small and exquisite pumpkin pieces.

"Hu..." Looking at the suffocating cooking performance in the picture, Xia Qing exhaled gently, "This person is very close to the dragon level, or rather, he has already knocked on the door!"

Yan Qi couldn't help but applaud, "Look, his 'Mianyang Sanshi' technique, mixing, dipping, rolling, putting the meatballs into powder, putting the fish fillets into powder, putting the pumpkin cube into powder... Each technique is so wonderful that it is absolutely amazing. Even if we old seniors roll up their sleeves and replace them, they 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 a hint of unspeakable amazement in his eyes.

At the same time, the ruddy halberd on the high side of the White Jade Tower in the imperial capital couldn't help but murmured in surprise: "If this recipe is done, it will be a classic that comes from the best!
Chapter completed!