The next day, Su Zifang and Mu Fei arrived at the venue early in the morning and found that the cooking area had become much wider.

Probably in order to avoid all the cooking tables being piled up together for transportation in the end, the staff of the organizing committee emptied all the cooking tables of the eliminated contestants overnight.

Since Su Zifang's left and right contestants who were making large boiled dried shredded noodles have been eliminated, and the new contestants have not yet arrived, there is enough clear space for him to wipe the cooking table and think of ways to optimize his own shrimp tofu.

"Junior brother, what a coincidence!"

Just when I was thinking about what kind of chef would come next to me, I heard Wu Ping's voice ringing in my ears.

When he looked up, he turned out to be an honest and honest elder brother.

"Hello, Senior Brother." Su Zifang said hello in a low voice quickly, looked around again, and walked quickly to Wu Ping: "Senior Brother, no one knows that I am Master's disciple yet. You also know that I am a junior

Chef, it would be bad if others thought it was the master and uncle who were doing the inside job."

"Well, that's what you said. Then I'd better not call you Junior Brother, Master Su." Wu Ping's appearance changed instantly.

Su Zifang didn't expect Wu Ping to react so quickly. He was stunned for a second before he responded: "Good morning, Master Wu."

As expected, Wu Ping did not call him junior brother again, and the two chatted as if they were having a normal conversation.

"How are you preparing?"

"I didn't expect how to innovate. I guess it will be the same as before at most." Su Zifang shook his head. The instability of the initial buff gave him a headache, but there was no other good way.

"I also know something about the shrimp fu dish. The key lies in the fusion of eggs and shrimps. I wonder if you have tried steaming the two types of eggs separately and then putting them together." Wu Ping frowned and expressed his opinion.

Su Zifang:!!!

Even Xue Yi and Su Xingchao had been studying this problem for several years but could not solve it, but the chef in front of them, who had only been cooking for less than a year, pointed it out.

If he hadn't known that his senior brother was highly talented in cooking, Su Zifang would have doubted whether he also had some sort of God of Cooking system.

And if you think about it carefully, Wu Ping's experience is exactly a template for the protagonist.

Born as a fishmonger, he was born with good knife skills and a keen sense of smell. He was selected as an apprentice by a master chef. He mastered several classic Huaiyang dishes in one year. He happened to come across a Huaiyang cuisine exchange meeting and faced various second-generation chefs.

Defeating the opponent with his strength, he finally won the championship and appeared on the cover of "Celebrity Chef", inherited the Mei family banquet, and became a master chef of Huaiyang cuisine!

Thinking about it this way, the plot is actually easier to write than my own.

"What are you thinking about?" Wu Ping saw Su Zifang deep in thought and thought he was thinking about the possibility of the method he proposed, so he explained: "That's what I mentioned, because it is difficult to distinguish between eggs and duck eggs when they are mixed together.

Since they have different flavors, there is no point in using two kinds of eggs. Whether it is possible or not is another matter."

"No need to try, it's done this way. I've tried it before." Su Zifang opened his phone and scrolled to the video he had taken before and showed it to Wu Ping.

"Boss Su is really awesome, he even wants to get this method." Wu Ping praised seriously.

Su Zifang blushed and accepted the compliment with some shame. After all, he was lucky enough to see the shrimp tofu recorder personally demonstrate the cooking process through the system before discovering this method. Wu Ping was able to restore the shrimp tofu recipe purely by reasoning and guessing.

If you don't study the cooking process for a long time, but just speculate based on reading the fragments, then this talent is really terrifying!

"Master Wu, you seem to have a golden finger!" Su Zifang whispered.

"What golden finger?" Wu Ping looked confused.

Su Zifang patiently explained to him who was Boss Yuan, who was Jiang Feng, who was Su... no, who was the cheater, which made Wu Ping laugh.

"Are all novels nowadays so good? It seems that I haven't read them for a long time." Wu Ping smiled and then wrote down the titles of the books Su Zifang just mentioned, planning to read them carefully after the competition is over.

After all, it’s not good to read recipes every day, so you have to pay attention to the balance between work and rest.

"Since you already have your own ideas, just show it well. I believe you can do it."

"Ah, you too!"

While the two were talking, the other contestants and judges also arrived. Gu Pingping came on stage and said a few words casually, announcing the start of today's competition.

Everyone immediately went to select the ingredients in the order of yesterday's ratings.

However, what Su Zifang didn't expect was that the strategy of clearing the field that he didn't have time to implement was actually used by a Puzhong chef - he tried to move all the tofu by himself.

The reason given is that he heard that many chefs will make Wensi tofu today. Once the tofu is taken away, other people will lose out because of insufficient raw materials.

Su Zifang:???

He had a vague feeling that this Puzhong chef might become popular among chefs after today. After all, the way the chefs looked at him said it all. That kind of disgust and unreasonableness, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

The last time Su Zifang saw this kind of self-righteous approach was a few years ago in the Sino-French cooking competition. A French chef took away the Chinese cooking oil and showed off to his assistant that the Chinese side would definitely lose because Chinese food cannot be fried without oil.

Before he finished speaking, the editor cut to the Chinese cooking table.

The fat produced by the large piece of pork suet in the pot was so golden and bright that the French chef's face turned green.

…

Although he couldn't remember how he won or lost later, this scene has always been in Su Zifang's mind. He didn't expect to see a living example today.

Tsk tsk tsk, I can only say that Grandpa Yuan made many people too full.

Ignoring the organizing committee's treatment of the Puzhong chef, Su Zifang finished taking his ingredients and turned his attention to Wu Ping's cooking table.

Anyway, the cooking time is enough, and the method of shrimp tofu will not change much. It is just a good time to watch the cooking process of other chefs in the second round.

After all, after staying in Jingling for several months, he hasn't had time to taste authentic Jingling's four famous dishes. Maybe he can have an egg shaomai dish at Wu Ping's place later.

A killed duck with its feathers shed, a piece of pork belly, several eggs, a net of live shrimps...

After seeing the ingredients on Wu Ping's cooking table, Su Zifang was a little surprised.

"Aren't you making egg shaomai? Why do you feel like you are making duck, snow and crispy shrimp?"

I saw Wu Ping mince the pork belly, marinate it with a little rice wine, peel out the shrimps, chop them into pieces and make them into meat fillings.

Peel the duck and peel off the fat, put it into a pot and fry it over low heat to make fine duck fat, then apply it to the hand spoon. Place the hand spoon on the fire, carefully pour in the beaten egg liquid, shake it slightly, and make a ten

About 1cm of egg skin.

When it is still not set, pour the egg skin into a plate, quickly pour the filling into the middle of the egg skin, and wrap it into a Shaomai shape.

After repeating it dozens of times, two drawers full were ready.

Garnish with red peppercorns and chopped green vegetables at the closing edge, and then put it in the pot for steaming.

If there are no problems, Wu Ping can start playing with his mobile phone in the remaining time.

Anyway, with his abnormal sense of smell, as long as the ingredients are cooked, he will definitely be discovered.

Just when Su Zifang was thinking about when Wu Ping's egg shaomai would be cooked, the judges on the stage finally discovered that something was wrong with Su Zifang.

"Hey, look, that player hasn't started yet, does he no longer know how to do it?"

The speaker was He Jianmin.

From his angle, he just couldn't see Su Zifang's face, so he thought he was a Puzhong chef...
Chapter completed!