The competition time is two hours. Those who have completed their works within the time will be judged together when the time is up. Those whose works are not completed within the time will be deducted accordingly. The requirement is a Western staple food and a dessert. The rules are relatively fair.
Guo Jiaping looked at the table full of ingredients and asked eagerly: "Master Lu, let's... what should we play first?"
Lu Xiaozhan's smile faded and he said solemnly: "Cooking is the same as being a human being. You have to be down-to-earth and do it with heart. The first thing to do is - wash your hands."
Guo Jiaping: "..."
Lu Xiaozhan thought for a moment and said: "Boil a pot of water, prepare the oil separator, put a basin of cold water on the table, a plate, and prepare olive oil and spices."
Guo Jiaping lit a fire and boiled water to prepare everything. Most of the audience in the audience were paying attention to the one-armed chef. While they were discussing and guessing what dishes he would cook, they saw Lu Xiaozhan slowly closing his eyes.
Lu Xiaozhan took out another scarf from his pocket and said leisurely: "Xiao Duan, take the scarf and cover it for me. Let's see if I can beat them with my eyes closed."
Guo Jiaping didn't ask any more questions. He took the scarf and covered Lu Xiaozhan's eyes and tied it in a big knot behind his head. Seeing this, the reporters and the audience were in an uproar and talked about it. Several contestants curled their lips.
, expressed disdain for Lu Xiaozhan's actions, waiting to see him make a fool of himself. Sharapova looked at him with a worried look, and asked softly: "Lu, are you sure you want to do this?"
Lu Xiaozhan turned his head in Sharapova's direction, smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Blindfolded, Lu Xiaozhan still accurately dug out a bag of pasta. After the water boiled, he grabbed a handful and put it into the pot. He held a wooden spoon in his left hand and kept stirring slowly to prevent it from sticking to the bottom. His brain waves followed his thoughts.
The summons spread out in all directions, and Lu Xiaozhan used increasingly skillful control to condense them in one direction and probed into the pot in front of him. The light yellow spaghetti in the pot came into view. As the brain waves gradually deepened, the inside of the pot
The overall situation is clear at a glance, from the drafting process of the flour, to the maturity of the noodle, to the softness, it is all under Lu Xiaozhan's control.
After stirring at a constant speed for more than ten minutes, Lu Xiaozhan suddenly took the pot with one hand, turned it sideways and poured it into the stainless steel oil separator that had been prepared aside. He filtered out the hot water, turned around and immersed the pasta in cold water. The pasta had been completely cooled.
, Lu Xiaozhan picked up the cold water with the oil separator, flicked it a few times, and poured it into the stainless steel plate on the side. Put down the oil separator, stretched out his left hand to accurately pick up the olive oil, opened the bottle cap with his thumb, and poured a little into the plate.
Putting the oil bottle back on the table, Lu Xiaozhan waved his hand over several spice bottles, holding a bottleneck between each two fingers, and sprinkled all kinds of spices with his backhand. He put the spices back, pinched the corners of the plate with his hands, and shook it left and right.
For a long time, the noodles and spices and olive oil have been shaken evenly and spread flat on the plate. Under the bright light of the hall, it shines with an attractive light green.
From putting the pasta in the water to taking it out of the pot and then cooling it down and adding spices and stirring, Lu Xiaozhan's movements can be said to be done in one go, without any sense of sloppiness. It is rare to achieve such a series of skillful movements, not to mention that Lu Xiaozhan also uses a
Covering his eyes with a three-finger-wide black scarf, many reporters and the audience applauded and applauded. Even the judges on the judges' bench looked at his performance with surprise and approval on their faces.
.The players who had looked disdainful just now had expressions of horror on their faces.
Lu Xiaozhan stretched out his hand and accurately took out another bag of prawns, threw it on the table with a snap, pulled out a sharp deboning knife from the knife holder, opened the mouth of the bag, poured all the prawns on the table, and dropped the sharp knife in the palm of his hand.
Sliding around, a bright white light danced out. He turned the sharp knife and used the back of the knife to arrange the prawns on the table in the same posture. When the tip of the knife was inserted and picked, the shrimp heads fell to the side.
Seeing Lu Xiaozhan's blindfolded sword shadow and his swift skills, the audience was about to applaud, but saw him flip his wrist and the sharp blade quickly scratched the back of each shrimp one by one, without causing the shrimp to move at all.
After cutting the last shrimp, Lu Xiaozhan smoothly turned the sharp knife and inserted it into the knife holder on the table, inserting it into the narrow slit on the knife holder. Lu Xiaozhan pinched the tail of the shrimp with his thumb and middle finger, and touched the shrimp with the tip of his index finger.
The whole shell fell off, leaving only a complete shrimp tail. After all the shrimp shells were removed, Lu Xiaozhan took out the sharp knife again, turned the blade sideways, picked out the backs of the shrimp one by one and gently patted them flat.
Lu Xiaozhan inserted the sharp knife back and called Guo Jiaping: "Dip in egg liquid, fry until golden brown, and pour in teriyaki sauce."
"Boom..." The audience finally erupted, with thunderous applause. The horrified contestants were already sweating profusely, and they were all frightened by Lu Xiaozhan's miraculous performance and lightning-quick and precise knife skills.
Shaking and under great pressure, Sharapova looked at Lu Xiaozhan in surprise, put down what she was holding and clapped along with her.
Guo Jiaping was so impressed by Lu Xiaozhan's dazzling knife-wielding skills that he quickly came over and started following Lu Xiaozhan's instructions.
Lu Xiaozhan no longer paid attention to Guo Jiaping's process of frying shrimp, wiped the table with a piece of cloth, poured about one pound of special bread flour, piled it into a ball, opened the center, patted in six eggs, thought for a moment, and added
I took two egg yolks, pinched a pinch of sugar with three fingers, put a small piece of butter, and poured in a little milk.
Lu Xiaozhan suddenly took a few steps to the sidelines, smiled at the audience, and shouted: "I forgot to roll up my cuffs. Can any of my friends come up and help me?"
"I'll come, I'll come!"
A dozen figures stood up under the stage, shouting and rushing forward. Lu Xiaozhan was startled and said with a smile: "This, this, this... you are so enthusiastic towards me, how can it be embarrassing for a foreign cook?"
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The last person who rushed to help Lu Xiaozhan roll up his cuffs was a young man. After helping him, he excitedly raised his flour-covered hands and ran off the stage with a silly smile, showing off to the people around him.
Lu Xiaozhan walked back to the table, his smile faded, he took a deep breath, inserted his left hand into the flour, and said loudly: "Slowly and evenly, round and round as you wish. Cloud hand!" Mixed flour, eggs and milk with his palm, he slowly drew on the table
Make circles.
The audience was in an uproar again, shouting: "Holy shit, Tai Chi?" "Chinese quintessence of kneading dough?" "Is this guy really a cook?"
After a while, the flour had been completely mixed with the milk to form a dough. Lu Xiaozhan turned his palms diagonally and tossed the dough up. As he turned his wrists, the dough rotated back and forth on the palms and backs of his hands, gradually spinning into a round sphere.
Lu Xiaozhan felt with his fingertips that the surface tension of the dough in his hand had reached the extreme. He threw it into a barrel with his backhand, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table, inserted it into the dough, and shouted: "Xiao Duan, pour the milk!"
Guo Jiaping had already finished frying the prawns and was watching blankly. When he heard the call, he quickly came over, picked up the milk box and slowly poured it into the bucket.
Lu Xiaozhan lowered his shoulders and held the chopsticks with his elbows, and said loudly again: "Light, soft, and continuous. Cloud Sword!" He turned his wrist and gradually melted the milk into the dough. The audience shouted again: "Holy shit, Tai Chi Sword?"
"Chinese quintessence and mud?" "This guy is definitely not a cook!"