Not long after, all the milk in the box was poured out. Lu Xiaozhan continued to stir the dough in the bucket at a constant speed until the dough turned into batter and the batter changed from thick to thin. Then he took out his chopsticks and said to Guo Jiaping: "Strain it and prepare a pan.
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The batter has been filtered into a small bucket of light yellow viscous liquid. After heating the pan, a spoonful of the batter is poured into the pan, and it is spread out into a thin dough by turning it slightly. Lu Xiaozhan gently picks up the dough with his slender fingers.
One edge of the dough was dragged and flicked, and the dough completed a beautiful turn in mid-air and fell into the pot without hesitation. It was not until the whole dough had a strong milky aroma and turned light yellow in color that it started to rise.
Put the pot into the plate.
Lu Xiaozhan's fingers were nimble and he kept spreading the batter. After about ten minutes, all the batter in the small bucket had been spread into a creamy dough and piled on the plate.
After moving the cooked noodles, fried prawns and the plate of dough to one side, Lu Xiaozhan pretended to touch the table and came to the side of the French cook on No. 8, and said hello with a smile in French: "Bounce Pig (
Hello)."
The stiff-browed French cook also gave an ugly smile back: "Pig jumping." Lu Xiaozhan's skills just now were all seen by him. This kind and honest cook was so frightened that he completely lost his confidence and stood at the table.
He kept stirring the pot of melted chocolate in front of him.
Lu Xiaozhan pointed to the chocolate: "Mr. Marty, I'm sorry to bother you, but I forgot to bring chocolate today. Can I borrow some from you to make some chocolate decorations?"
Seeing that Lu Xiaozhan spoke fluent French, Marty said curiously: "I saw you speaking Russian with that Russian lady just now, but I didn't expect that your French is also standard. Mr. Lu, since you need it, take it first
Yes, this is made in France, I hope you can get used to it."
Lu Xiaozhan came closer and smelled it: "Jiacovoort? An old chocolate brand made in France, one of my favorite brands."
Marty was surprised and said: "Oh my God, you can identify the brand just by smelling it. It's amazing!"
Lu Xiaozhan smiled modestly and thought to himself: "Nonsense, your chocolate packaging bag is still on the table. Do you really think I am a god?"
Just as he was about to walk back with the chocolate, Lu Xiaozhan suddenly stopped again and said rather embarrassedly: "I know this chocolate is very expensive, so I'd better pay you some money. I'm not used to taking advantage of others for no reason."
As he spoke, he took out the money from his pocket, drew two hundred yuan bills and handed them to Marty. Marty smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, you are too polite." But he still took the money and put it in his pocket.
Until this moment, Lu Xiaozhan still had the scarf covering his eyes, and he was completing one process after another with the induction of brain waves, which made everyone at the scene very curious. But Lu Xiaozhan himself knew that although he is handsome and cool now, but his brain
The radio wave will become very tired after being used for a long time, so you must seize the time to complete the remaining processes.
He took out a square, thin piece of iron from the tool bag, which was used by pastry chefs to cut dough. Lu Xiaozhan poured the chocolate on the table, wiped it with the iron piece, and scraped it into a thin layer, before it solidified.
Draw straight lines on the surface, and then cut east and west.
When the audience saw Lu Xiaozhan covering his eyes and painting chocolate on the table, they all scratched their heads and guessed what he was doing. After thinking for a long time, they all expressed confusion about his post-modern performance art.
At this time, most of the contestants had completed their works and sent them to the judges' table. When Japanese contestant Mari Ozawa walked past Lu Xiaozhan's table with his work, he snorted and said in Japanese: "Pretentious."
Lu Xiaozhan straightened up and stopped him. He smiled and said in Japanese: "Ozawa-san, there is a male cat with yellow and white striped fur next door to our house who has recently suffered from pet depression."
Ozawa Mali was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Lu Xiaozhan still smiled and said: "It means: I am proficient in Japanese, please be careful when you speak."
Ozawa Mali's old face was ashen and he walked towards the judges' table without saying a word.
Lu Xiaozhan finished cleaning up the chocolates in front of him, returned the remaining ones to Marty, walked back to his table, and took the plate of spread dough.
"Xiao Duan, peel two bananas for me." Lu Xiaozhan felt the warmth of the dough and called Guo Jiaping over.
After Guo Jiaping peeled the banana, he handed it to Lu Xiaozhan and asked: "Master Lu, what... are you using this banana for?"
Lu Xiaozhan's face was expressionless: "Let's show it to the judges." Guo Jiaping didn't dare to ask any more questions and stepped aside with his hands down.
A burst of white light flashed, and the sharp boning knife danced at Lu Xiaozhan's fingertips again, and the banana was evenly cut into two-centimeter-long segments. Lu Xiaozhan picked up a piece of dough, placed the banana segment in the center, and squeezed it on the top of the banana.
Some fresh cream, sprinkled with some chocolate sauce, and then flexibly flipped with five fingers, lifting up the dough around it, pinching it gently at the edge, and a lifelike cabbage appeared on the table. Blindfolded Lu Xiaozhandan
With flying hands, he quickly turned a plate of dough into pink and cute cabbages. Guo Jiaping looked on dumbfounded and murmured: "Lu...Master Lu can do it with just one hand if he closes his eyes..."
Such a beautiful thing comes out, no matter you... you believe it or not, I do... I believe it."
Lu Xiaozhan cleared the table, took off his blindfolded scarf, and said to Guo Jiaping: "Let's go and see their works first." He went straight to the judging panel.
The first few contestants have finished judging, and at this time several judges are gathered around the table to review Ozawa Mali's work. Ozawa Mali's main course is a dark-colored mixed dish, and the three piles of dark and unknown
Something occupied three corners of the square entree plate. Mari Ozawa crossed his arms proudly and said: "These are the three most delicious delicacies in the world, foie gras, truffles, and caviar. I gave them to him.
The name is called the three armies of the sea, land and air force."
Lu Xiaozhan glanced at the dark main dish, suppressed a smile and said to Guo Jiaping: "It looks like three lumps of stuff to me. The name is quite domineering."
Several judges had just stretched out their spoons to taste it, but after hearing Lu Xiaozhan's words, their arms became a little stiff and they couldn't move their hands.
The food critic Zhu Meiyi pointed to the dessert next to the main course and asked: "Mr. Ozawa, what kind of dessert is this?"
Mari Ozawa looked a little embarrassed: "This is a baked cheese ring, but the fire head of the open flame oven here is a bit unstable, and the surface is a bit old."
The judges looked at each and every small cheese circle, which was brushed with egg yolk and baked under an open fire. Sure enough, as Ozawa Mali said, it was a little overdone, and the edges of the circle were wrinkled and shrunk. Lu Xiaozhan suddenly gasped.
He burst out laughing and said to Guo Jiaping: "Hey, what do those cheese circles with wrinkled eyes look like?"
Guo Jiaping frowned and looked at it for a long time, then asked uncertainly: "Butt...butt hole?"
Lu Xiaozhan curled his lips and said: "You are too vulgar. According to current parlance, that thing should be called a chrysanthemum!"
Several judges retracted their outstretched hands decisively and sat down with dry coughs. But Mari Ozawa stood there dumbly because no one translated for him, wondering why the judges didn't try his work.
Lu Xiaozhan and Guo Jiaping were standing there silly and happy, when suddenly someone behind them roared: "Lu, you've gone too far!"