"Okay, okay, okay!" Huang Nuan raised his hands, ignoring the sticky liquid dripping down, and made a surrender gesture.
"Bring it here quickly, we're running out of time." Yu Jian said quickly, "Nuan, bring it here."
She had already finished processing the goose that Hun Yang had killed, stuffed its belly with minced meat, glutinous rice and spices, and sewed it tightly with cotton thread.
The lamb has been deboned and massaged. The meat is soft but not collapsed. When you bite a little, the translucent skin brings out the elasticity of the lamb. There is no smell of mutton. Huang Nuan let out a long "Eh" and picked up the plate to touch it quietly.
He asked: "What's the secret of your sauce? Why is there no fishy smell at all?"
Yu Jian "shushed" and answered her slowly: "I'll teach you later."
It's not that she's hiding anything. There are many rare things in this sauce, and it also contains many medicinal herbs, but its uses are extremely...limited. It only has an effect on Hun Yang Mianhu.
The white goose is coated with a layer of ghee fried with Sichuan peppercorns and inserted into the belly of the sheep. The long needle flashed in Yu Jian's hand, revealing densely packed stitches.
Huang Nuan had long been accustomed to the new skills she showed off all the time, and was attracted by the glutinous rice chicken at the Haicheng Restaurant next door. When he saw it, he realized something was wrong.
Why does Ah Jian also make glutinous rice?
"Is it different from theirs?"
Yu Jian lowered his head and thought for a while. Both the glutinous rice chicken and the eight-treasure duck evolved from the deceased Hun sheep. It can be said that they were a rival, but not a rival.
After all, the ancestors are here, and the descendants and grandchildren have to step aside, right?
Guan Shanyue watched every move she made, and the corners of her mouth covered by beard showed an imperceptible smile. However, Shi Jiachuan, who was sitting next to him and was a little distracted, shouted: "Lao Guan——"
Just when Guan Shanyue cast a doubtful look, the fingertips he pointed at Yu Jian trembled: "She...she...is she going to be Hun Yang Shihu?"
Guan Shanyue stared at him silently for several times, nodded slightly, and answered him.
Shi Jiazhuan suddenly became silent. He raised his chin and looked ahead. The little girl had already stuffed the mutton into the stove, and another little girl was arranged to squat and pay attention to the heat.
"Shaking tail feast."
His expression was quiet, with a trace of disbelief and disbelief, "Is she crazy? Does she really want to make all the tail-burning feasts?"
In just a few minutes, his thoughts ran through the entire competition scene, from the five-flavored falcon soup, to the Tai Chi Liang Yi soup, and then to the Tonghua soft beef intestines. Two of the three were dishes in the roast tail banquet.
Style. And looking at today's Hun Yang Shihu, no matter how stupid a person is, he will notice the clues.
This little girl actually wanted to recreate the dishes from the Tang Dynasty Shaowei Banquet by herself.
There was a hint of realization in his heart, he sighed, and then said: "She can't do it."
This sentence is an affirmative sentence.
But Guan Shanyue didn't like to hear it: "How do you know?"
Shi Jiazhuan slumped back in his chair, with a regretful coldness in his voice: "Ingredients. Many of the ingredients in the Shaowei Banquet are nowhere to be found."
Guan Shanyue looked into his eyes accurately, with a hint of disapproval in her eyes. She sneered, smoothed her beard, pointed at Yu Jian and asked, "Do you think she will win this game?"
Shi Jiazhuan thought seriously for a moment before replying: "She is very smart, but she will probably lose this battle."
With his many years of social experience, these six dishes test not only the chef's skill, but also teamwork and resourcefulness. How to be comprehensive and foolproof within a tight time is the real purpose of the organizer.
.
He also heard about all kinds of sadness.
This game is about the competition on the world stage in the near future. One step away is another step away.
"I have different opinions from you." Guan Shanyue smiled proudly, "I think she will win."
"How to say?"
Guan Shanyue glanced at him lightly: "I remember that there was such a character in your book. He was small and unknown, but he kept a low profile and waited for the opportunity to soar into the sky."
The historian pondered for a moment: "You mean Zhu Di?" Although his Ming Dynasty Food Record contains fictional parts, it still fits the historical figures. He smiled again and patted Guan Shanyue on the shoulder: "Old man
Guan, your joke is too big! You actually compared this girl with Zhu Di!"
In one sentence, we chatted to death.
Guan Shanyue instantly lost the desire to talk to him, twisted her shoulders to avoid his big trotters, and said with disgust: "If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"
This topic was nominally proposed by the organizer, but it was actually a plan by him and Chu Liangwei. The World Food Competition is imminent, and the people selected from this competition must have superb cooking skills, be tolerant, and more importantly
You must have a strong belief that can withstand all kinds of difficulties, and you must also be resourceful.
Judging from the last few games, the two Fangs from Xiangyuan Hotel were slightly deficient, which also indicates that even if they enter the finals, their results will not be very good. Chef Chen from Haicheng Restaurant can be called a great chef.
Yes, but he is already thinking of retiring.
The only ones left are Jiang Cheng from Guangling Banquet and Yu Jian from Yu Family Restaurant.
Yu Jian is good in every aspect, but he lacks one thing - his charisma.
Since the opening of Yu's Restaurant, although it has gained a little fame in the capital, it is just a drop in the ocean in China. Even if Yu Qiming has a place in history, history is only history after all, and the mistakes that have been made by predecessors must be carefully cultivated by future generations.
reason.
Chef Jiang of Guangling Banquet is different. Huaiyang cuisine is famous all over the world, and he himself has won many awards in various competitions. Coupled with the popularity of the Guangling Banquet platform itself, he has always stood at the forefront of Chinese catering.
The top person in the restaurant.
Privately speaking, Guan Shanyue was optimistic about Yu Jian. He felt that this girl just lacked a small opportunity. So after discussing with Lao Chu, he made a small change in the question... and in
Among them, add some special little links.
"Hey hey hey..." Thinking of this, he looked at the few groups of people on the stage and showed a slightly cunning smile.
Fang Zilu had already felt the dangers of society in several rounds of competition, and he was particularly concerned about the finals, and did not want to hold back his uncle. Looking at all the dishes he had planned, one of his local braised pork dishes had become as pure as fire.
The point of greenness.
Uncle Fang was very relieved to give him this dish, but he just warned: "Remember to fry it thoroughly."
Opening the oil pan, Fang Zilu poured in the oil according to his experience. When the temperature rose and small bubbles appeared, he added rock sugar and kept stirring and shaking with the spatula in his hand...
The oil will make a "cracking" sound, stir and shake, and in a few minutes the rock sugar will melt perfectly into the oil and turn into amber caramel.
Stir and shake...
Why???
Five minutes have passed. Why are the sugar grains still the same as before? They have just shrunk slightly.
He looked at the stove suspiciously. Oh, the flame was out——
Press and turn the knob, but it won't turn on. Turn it again, and it won't turn on again.
Just when he was about to squat down and study it carefully, he heard a shout from Guangling Banquet: "Why is it so popular!!!"
Immediately afterwards, other voices came: "My place is not hot anymore - staff? Staff, come and take a look!! My soup is reaching the boiling point, there can be no problem -"