Chapter 122 Don’t underestimate the power of chicken 3
Jin Changguo twitched the tip of his nose, his heart was itching and uneasy like ants crawling over it.
The video studio is a closed space. The smell of milk and the fragrance are mixed together, restricting each other and not giving in. This is a real hardship for the group of people who are waiting for nothing.
Finally, Yu Jian made some movement. Now everyone stretched their necks and stared at her hand that was about to lift the lid of the pot.
I saw hot air spurting out, Yu Jian sprinkled some seasonings in the mist, then picked up the spoon and slowly stirred the soup noodles.
As if by magic, after the heat dissipated, what everyone saw was the milky white soup.
"This is impossible!" Wang Song stood up again, the surprise in his pupils and his face were surprisingly ugly. It was just a pot of clear soup, how could it have turned white? She clearly didn't see her adding dairy products!
"Incredible! It's really incredible. Come on, let's take a high-definition shot. Boss Yu actually made the chicken soup turn white!" the host exclaimed, quickly walked to Yu Jian's cooking table, and locked his eyes on the chicken soup in the casserole.
, the fragrance was so fragrant that it made his Adam's apple move unconsciously.
Yu Jian took an exquisite black-glazed ceramic bowl, put the white chicken soup in it, and sprinkled a few chopped green onions. The perfect color scheme of black and white was full of fairy spirit and noble aura.
In the big stove, the firewood rice is also ready. The five-color rice is cooked together, and the five elements are in harmony, which is beautiful.
On the other side, Tang Yuan's curry mango chicken was almost cooked. He tasted the taste, raised his eyebrows, and added some seasonings. The taste was beyond his expectation. The green mangoes were crisper, and after cooking for so long, they still remained.
Small pieces can be retained.
The plate should be a shallow plate, first draw a simple shape on the outside with raspberry jam, then put the golden chicken into the plate, and finally pour a spoonful of Greek yogurt and put a small mint leaf on it.
Everyone's eyes turned to the judges' bench sitting in front. Each of the five people had two small trays placed in front of them. They were eagerly holding their chopsticks and waiting to taste them.
"Now, please let the judges taste it first..." Before the host finished speaking, Wang Song took the lead in picking up the spoon and took a bite of Tang Yuan's yogurt mango curry chicken.
Curry has a strong flavor, which many people cannot accept, but when mixed with yogurt, it becomes much more refreshing in an instant. The chicken is soaked in soup, and the taste is milky, coupled with the taste of spices. The whole dish has an exotic flavor and layers of flavor.
The feeling is very obvious.
He nodded with appreciation on his face, took the microphone and began to say: "It's very good. This dish is like something I have never tasted. Just for Chef Tang's innovation, I will vote for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a lot of noise from the audience.
Li Xiang frowned: "What's going on with this guy? He hasn't tasted the food cooked by the little boss yet, so how can he vote first? It's not fair at all!"
"That's right!" Many people agreed.
The movement in the audience attracted the attention of the host. At the prompt of the director, he walked around to Wang Song and found an opportunity to remind him: "President Wang, I'm afraid the audience will have objections to what you did..."
The tone is all kinds of meaningful.
Sure enough, Wang Song glanced at the audience and received many disapproving glances. He smiled sarcastically and picked up the microphone again: "Of course, this is just my current thinking. I may try Miss Yu's dishes later.
I'll change my mind again!" Instead, he found a step to go down.
Putting down the microphone, he carefully said to the host: "Cut this section..." Otherwise, if it is broadcast, someone will definitely make a fuss about it. He secretly reminded himself that this is a public place now, so he must behave like everyone.
Jin Changguo looked at this little farce with cold eyes. He had heard about Wang Song, who was used to being a master who downplayed those who underestimated and flattered others. At the moment, it was okay for him to keep to himself. If he made any small moves, Jin Changguo would not spare him. This program
It is a bloody work written by a student's daughter-in-law, and there is no room for any dirty things to happen.
As he thought about it, he stirred the white soup in the black glazed porcelain bowl. He was worried and didn't care who made it, so he put the spoon into his mouth.
…
Thunder suddenly sounded in the breeze ten miles away.
Jin Changguo held up the spoon and petrified himself on the spot. He did not move for a long time, and even his facial nerves stopped, showing a slightly strange expression.
The judge next to him noticed something was wrong with him and carefully pushed his shoulder. The camera captured him at some point, and his enlarged picture appeared on the big screen.
Jin Changguo still maintained his original posture without moving, but his whole body slowly... entered a mysterious realm...
At this moment, I feel like I am in the peach banquet of the Queen Mother of Yaochi, drinking that sip of fine wine and jade dew, which makes me drunk and dreamy.
The corners of his mouth opened little by little and then curved slightly, giving his whole person a mysterious and solemn air.
And this scene, under the magnification of the big screen, allows everyone to see it really clearly.
The entire recording studio fell into extreme silence. Everyone held their breath and only heard the rattling sound of the camera's pulley rolling.
At this time, Jin Changguo finally made another move. His hand holding the spoon continued to reach into the black glaze bowl. This time, it was a piece of chicken soaked in soup, with slightly yellow chicken skin. In front of everyone's gaze, he put it in
in the mouth.
Chew once, then again, then the Adam's apple twitches and the swallowing action is clearly visible.
What does this taste like...
I just feel that the meat is tender, crispy and juicy, and the soup is smooth and delicious, as if it has touched the mystery of immortality.
"Hey..." He sighed quietly, then came to his senses, and lowered his head in thought to the black glazed bowl in front of him.
"I'm so worried. What's going on?" Li Xiang kept scratching his head and ears, wondering why Mr. Jin was scratching his head. He didn't say it was delicious or not delicious, but he could tell what it tasted like.
It's really annoying.
For a long time, Jin Changguo sighed, looking straight at Yu Jian who was still cooking chicken soup, and his hand that picked up the microphone tightened slightly: "I can't describe this bowl of soup from the little boss, everyone personally
Once you taste it, you will know how it tastes.”
These words caused an uproar. After waiting for so long, everyone only got an ambiguous answer from Mr. Jin. Some people immediately booed.
"Don't it taste too bad?"
"That's right, you still let us have a taste. Are you afraid that we won't eat it?"
Only Yu Jian’s fans probably got the true meaning of Jin Changguo’s words.
It tastes so good that I have no words to describe this delicacy!
Wang Song curled his lips and looked at the black-glazed bowl with a cold look in his eyes. What kind of immortal soup? How could a little girl make something like this that is recorded in history books? This soup is so bright and white, something must have been added.
thing.
Thinking this way, he looked down upon the bowl of soup in front of him even more, and moved further away in disgust...