Qin Hao'ou turned around and left the playing field. He was afraid that he was dreaming, so he pinched himself hard, grinning in pain, and then left with peace of mind.
"Master, who is he?" Si Ji asked curiously.
"He's my apprentice!" Xia Jin recalled.
There was an explosion when she was frying the pot. She thought she was the only one who came to this world, but she didn't expect that her little apprentice Xiao Douding also came!
It's just that my cute little shota apprentice turned into a greasy uncle, so he was a little frightened.
But to be able to meet an acquaintance and my disciple in this strange world is really a blessing among misfortunes!
Xia Jin has many things to ask Xiao Douding, but now is not the time to chat. There are many people here with mixed opinions, so it is better to keep a low profile as much as possible. Besides, she is here to compete today!
The gong on the second floor rang, and the competition began!
Each chef began to process the ingredients and was required to prepare a dish within the time of one stick of incense. The top three winners were eligible to compete with Qin Hao'ou, the chef of Desheng House.
The sound of chopping vegetables could be heard, and all the chefs in the competition venue showed off their knife skills in various ways.
Xia Jin also started to process the ingredients. This dish requires four kinds of poultry and four kinds of fish. The meat is deboned and pounded with a rolling pin into a puree. This is the key to the chewy meatballs!
Xia Jin took a deep breath and started tapping with a rolling pin in each hand.
The man in gray next door was attracted by this technique.
Knocking the meat paste is a skill that every chef knows, but when Xia Jin was beating it, an afterimage appeared! What’s even weirder is that the meat paste floated into the air as the stick hit it. This wasn’t the end of it.
She continued to pound.
It feels like playing cotton, but with a rolling pin, and the lump of fleshy flesh underneath that seems to come alive is controllable cotton!
"Is this what the old man said... the Splitting Wind Stick Technique! During the rapid beating process, the ingredients will become elastic and jump slightly. Even the master has not mastered this stick technique, and it is said to have been lost.
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Ziyuan and the man in gray stared blankly, forgetting that they were here for a competition, and the other chefs were also attracted.
After a while, Xia Jin stopped beating and put the meat paste on the plate. The meat paste from the four types of poultry was pink and tender, and the fish meat paste was crystal clear.
Xia Jin pinched off a small piece and rolled the two types of meat into small balls. One side was pink and the other side was transparent white. The meatballs were ready, and next was the soup stock.
Xia Jin added the picked bones to the casserole, then added two ends of fresh abalone, and with a flick of her fingers, a cluster of three-flavored real fire wrapped the casserole.
The next thing to do is to wait!
Xia Jin stopped what she was doing and realized that everyone around her was looking at her.
"Don't you cook?"
With this reminder, everyone remembered that they were here to compete and quickly started busy with their work.
From the viewing seats on the second floor, the waiter led Lin Ziyi and the others up to the private room on the second floor.
As soon as Lin Ziyi sat down, he stood up suddenly!
Holding the viewing window with his hand, his cold eyes flickered slightly!
"Brother Ziyi! What are you looking at?" Qi Tianxiao followed his gaze and saw a familiar figure in the crowd at a glance.
"He's here too!"
After saying this, he blocked his mouth so that Brother Ziyi could not know, otherwise he would have to catch him and interrogate him.
After all, he and Xia Zheng were not familiar with each other. How rude to be caught and interrogated for no apparent reason...
Lin Ziyi withdrew his gaze and sat back on the chair, lowered his eyes and picked up the tea cup, frowning...I don't know what he was thinking.
"Brother Ziyi!" Qitian Xiao pointed to the opposite bakery, "Master Song is over there!"
The person Lin Heshou went to the Ma Tou Gang for a secret talk was Master Song. Master Song was the minister of the Ministry of Rites and was the favorite disciple of Prime Minister Qu.
He will have a secret conversation with Lin Heshou, which must have something to do with Prime Minister Qu!
"Sir Song loves food. Every year when the Desheng Building holds a cooking competition, he comes to be a judge. We just take advantage of this opportunity to start!" Qi Tianxiao said.
"But how to start? He is protected by guards around him. If he takes action, he will be alerted!" Mu Gu analyzed.
Qi Tianxiao held his cheek, this matter still depends on Brother Ziyi.
"Brother Ziyi, do you have any plans?" he asked.
Lin Ziyi said one word lightly: "Wait!"
Qi Tianxiao could tell that Lin Ziyi already had his own plans, so just wait!
He lay at the window and looked down, looking at Xia who was busy cooking... I didn't expect that he was really a cook!
Not long after, the gong sounded: "Time's up!"
Everyone stopped what they were doing, and those who did not finish the dishes were automatically eliminated. The completed dishes were placed in front of the table, and the maids came over to take them away one by one for the judges to taste.
The judges for this competition include Qin Hao, two retired imperial chefs, and Lin Chang, the owner of Jinshilou.
There are a total of twenty people who finish the dishes within the specified time. They will taste the twenty portions one by one before deciding whether to stay or go.
"This year there are many more newcomers coming to compete than last year," said Mr. Liao with a sigh.
"There are a new generation of chefs emerging in large numbers, and the dishes are also innovative. All this is thanks to Chef Qin's creation of the competition!" Mr. Li sighed.
"Senior, you are so complimentary!" Qin Haoou cupped his hands, looking humble.
"Chef Qin has not been innovative in these years. I wonder if he can handle it if he takes over the old lady's birthday banquet? If not, I, Jin Shi Lou, can take over!" Lin Chang shook his folding fan.
Qin Hao'ou frowned. Jinshi Building was opened opposite Desheng Building. It had been opened less than five months ago, but it had stolen the limelight from Desheng Building.
The dishes there are very popular. Once you go there once, you will want to go there a second time, a third time, or even every day.
Over time, Desheng Building seemed much deserted.
"Mr. Lin, you are so young and have a bad tone? You have only opened it for five months, but my Desheng Building has been open for ten years! In terms of qualifications, you are not qualified to hold a birthday banquet for the old lady!
"Qin Hao'ou snorted coldly.
Lin Chang took a sip of the tea and said with disapproval, "It seems that Chef Qin is very confident? How about this? On the day of the finals, our Jinshi Building will also send a chef over to compete with Chef Qin. If I
If my chef loses, I will announce to the public that my skills are not as good as others. Jinshilou is willing to be ranked second. If my chef wins, then Chef Qin will automatically give up hosting the birthday banquet of the old lady and give me Jinshilou.
Let’s do it! How about it?”
Qin Haoou laughed, "Okay, I promise you! But there is a condition attached!"
"What conditions?" Lin Chang asked.
"No matter who you lose to, you have to declare to the outside world that you defeated me! Even if that person is not me!"
"Chef Qin, do you think there is anyone else in the capital whose cooking skills can match those of Deshenglou and Jinshilou?" Lin Chang disagreed.
Qin Hao'ou looked at Qin Hao'ou with a half-smile.
