At 9:45, the four participating teams in Group H all finished cooking their respective main dishes - porridge within the 45 minutes of the official start of the competition.
Jiufeng Hotel's shrimp casserole porridge is rolling slowly in the pot, and Tianyue Hotel's Zhuangyuanjidi porridge has also exuded a rich aroma. As the heat on the workbench continues to increase, various aromas
It constantly pours out from the pot cooked over medium heat, lingering in every corner of the venue, making people extremely intoxicated.
Mr. Wang, the chef of Jiufeng Hotel, was holding his big spoon at the moment, slowly stirring his shrimp casserole porridge, taking out a little bit with the spoon and taking a bite. The old man nodded and sprinkled an appropriate amount of pepper.
After adding powder and shredded ginger, the old man put the lid on the pot, then turned the heat to medium-low, and began to cook for the last half an hour, so that the flavor of the fresh shrimps could be fully integrated into the porridge.
On the other side, Chef Li from the Tianyue Hotel has asked his assistant to keep an eye on the heat of the porridge, while he began to stir-fry his first hot dish. In front of the powerful workbench, Master Li had a large pot in his left hand.
The frying spoon in his right hand was making him sweat profusely, and the meat on his face was shaking with his movements.
And our Good and Evil God of Cooking, Comrade Lu Ziming, is the magic weapon for the Demon Party to win this cooking competition, and he can be called the biggest focus of the event!
Well, although Zi Ming is a middle-schooler, and although Zi Ming is blind without his glasses, don't forget that from beginning to end, he is a true genius, otherwise how could he dare to deserve the title of God of Cooking! Although
The God of Cooking is what he calls himself...
Even though Zi Ming was the only one working in the Demon Party from beginning to end, and he had to answer questions from his teammates from time to time. While he was sweating profusely from cooking, he also had to teach a few apprentices.
..... Moreover, there is a handsome boy like Abel who only knows how to be cool and knows nothing about cooking, which makes Ziming exhausted both physically and mentally.
But as the god of good and evil chefs, and as a true culinary genius, Ziming relied on his superb cooking skills and techniques to surpass the other two professional hotels twenty minutes after the competition started.
Left behind!
Yes, it burned, Ziming completely burned!
"Ah, burn it - my little universe! This is my only chance, this is my only chance to prove myself!!!"
Looking at the burning Zi Ming, Luo Wen, who was standing aside with his arms folded, was full of emotions. He actually understood Zi Ming very well and knew why he was so desperate. After all, he, Abel, and himself were all together since childhood.
Those who grew up were all the second generation vampires of the Demon Party who had high hopes.
But in this environment, the abilities Zi Ming obtained were useless. Although few people said anything about him, Luo Wen knew that he wanted to prove himself, otherwise he would have left the Demon Party and gone to the human world.
When things are going well, why bother guarding them every day? Cook for them...
Luo Wen wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Ziming, come on, I believe you will succeed."
At present, Ziming has not only finished his porridge and is slowly cooking it, but has also finished the first hot dish, Sirloin Steak with French Mushroom Sauce. Now he is preparing the second hot dish, Bacon Enoki Mushrooms.
roll!
Elegantly frying the bacon in the pan, Zi Ming's delicate and handsome face was filled with pride and pride. Looking at the busy figures on the two workbenches directly in front of him, Zi Ming even more conceitedly recommended
He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.
The chefs of the majestic star-rated hotels can't even cook a world-renowned famous dish, and can only cook some shabby Chinese snacks? There are really some who are not good enough to make it to the table. Forget it, let me, the Good and Evil Chef God, teach you today.
Teach you what truly world-class cuisine is!
As soon as he thought of this, Ziming's eyes lit up.
"Keep burning, my little universe!!"
Ziming enthusiastically turned the bacon in the pot over, and was cooking his own food enthusiastically. At the same time, he looked at the chefs at Jiufeng and Tianyue Hotel with increasing disdain.
Well, indeed, compared to Ziming's famous Western dishes, the dishes prepared by the other two hotels are much shabby. Most of them are Chinese dishes, which are not too famous and cannot be compared with his Western cuisine.
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And even though Zi Ming’s current inner monologue is relatively unbeatable, he does have the capital to be proud of, and his superb cooking skills can be described as unparalleled in the world!
Not only is the cooking speed unimaginably fast, but even the knife skills are so perfect that there is no flaw. If someone takes a precise ruler and measures it carefully, they will find that the bacon rolls made by Ziming are
The thickness of each piece of bacon is not even different from one centimeter! The thickness is so uniform that it’s outrageous!
You must know that it only took him less than thirty seconds to cut the meat, but he managed to make every piece of bacon exactly the same thickness! Zi Ming's mastery of knife skills and the amount of ingredients used has reached an advanced level.
Needless to say, the heat during cooking and the various fine polishing of the dishes are even more so. Ziming's quick and elegant movements when cooking actually give people an indescribable taste.
It seems that the young chef is not cooking, but creating some kind of elegant work of art!
Not to mention that the judges looked at Zi Ming frequently, even the reporters and other staff present looked at Zi Ming who was cooking elegantly without blinking, thinking that if there were no accidents, this young man must be like this.
First place in the group.
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However, compared to the other three busy hotels, the situation here in Tianlong is much more magical. The reason why this place is magical is that not only does the chef’s workbench in Tianlong Hotel not have the atmosphere of a cooking competition at all, on the contrary, there is also
It reveals a strong feeling of a medieval witch brewing a dark potion...
Standing in front of a large pot filled with water, our beautiful and lovely eldest lady rolled up the sleeves of her chef's uniform and pinched her thin waist, looking full of energy.
Looking at the phone with her left hand and holding her waist with her right hand, the eldest lady read the recipe on the phone very seriously.
"First of all, to make rock sugar and white fungus porridge, you need fifty grams of glutinous rice. Qianqian, please pour the glutinous rice into the pot."
Qianqian, who was standing on a stool barely taller than the workbench, stared at the bag of glutinous rice on the ground, and the little loli scratched her little head in confusion.
"Senior, how much do you need to pour?"
Hearing this, the eldest lady licked her fingers.
"Well, a bowl is 50 grams. If six people eat it, it will be 300 grams. If you leave some for Huang Xiao M and Uncle Liu, it will be 400 grams. Then, that is..."
The eldest lady suddenly raised her little head and said with a smile, "Then just pour a bag b(￣▽￣)ｄ."
"Crash." Twelve kilograms of unwashed glutinous rice were just poured into the pot. In an instant, it filled two-thirds of the inside of the pot, and there seemed to be a few surging rice inside.
The rice bug...
After filling the rice, Miss Yiyi clapped her hands happily, and then she and the cute little silver-haired loli continued to make their rock sugar and white fungus porridge.
Holding a mobile phone in her left hand and a seasoning jar in her right hand, Miss Yiyi looked at the recipe and sprinkled what she thought was rock sugar but was actually refined salt into the pot. She also whispered in her mouth, "The right amount of rock sugar, um, then
If there are 50 grams of glutinous rice in a bowl, five grams of rock sugar will be enough, one-tenth of it. If it is 400 grams, 40 grams of rock sugar will be needed... Qianqian, hurry up
I'm going to get some rock candy, these are totally not enough."
"Okay senior!"
Watching the eldest lady pouring refined salt into the pot earnestly and shouting that it was not enough, the three old guards on the side were really frightened.
Elder Tang spoke silently as if he was indifferent to life and death, "From the very beginning, this pot has nothing to do with rock sugar and white fungus porridge."
Brother Maozi crossed his arms and sighed sadly, "I'm not very good at cooking, but I prefer to eat barbecue, which also makes me more sensitive to various ingredients, so I'm sure the eldest lady is adding it to the pot."
The thing poured inside is definitely not rock candy."
Lao Wei lowered his head sadly and leaned on his knees, looking like he was defeated by life.
"Miss, you didn't calculate the accounts this way, and you didn't cook the dishes this way. You can't use this theoretical formula to cook. In other words, porridge and sugar are one to ten... Who are you?
How did you come to this conclusion..."
It's a pity that our lovely Miss Yiyi didn't hear the tragic complaints from the three people behind her, so she continued to stride forward on the road of dark cooking.
"One white fungus? But if so many people are going to eat it, I need to put more."
As she spoke, Qianqian threw a large bag of fungus into the pot, without cutting it, and threw in eight big fungus...
Looking at the recipe, the eldest lady casually grabbed the bowl and plate beside her with her right hand.
"Five grams of wolfberry? This much is almost enough."
A large bowl of wolfberry flew into the pot...
After pouring everything written in the recipe into the pot, the eldest lady folded her arms and stared at the normal things in the pot for a long time before Miss Yiyi said seriously.
"Well, I always feel that something is missing, because the porridge made this way is a bit too monotonous... Now, let's put two more bananas in it, it will definitely taste more delicious!"
Before Tang Monk and the other two could stop them, six bananas fell directly into the pot without even peeling off the skin...
At this time, not only Tang Seng and the others almost had their eyes popped out, but even Qian Qian felt something was wrong.
"Senior, isn't this bad? The recipe doesn't say to put bananas in it. Will it make it unpalatable?" The silver-haired little loli looked at the eldest lady in confusion with her big, watery eyes.
There is a hint of worry in it.
Seeing this, the eldest lady touched Qianqian's little head lovingly, and at the same time clenched her little fists and said.
"Qianqian, you don't understand. Cooking is to use our imagination to the fullest. Otherwise, if we keep doing the same thing, there will be no future for our cooking skills!"
Tang Seng and the other three stood behind the eldest lady with tears streaming down their faces.
Miss, please don’t change, otherwise there will really be no future for cooking!!
Under the guidance of the eldest lady, the doubts in Qianqian's big eyes disappeared, replaced by deep excitement.
"Oh, that's it. As expected of a senior, she is thinking about the long term! Yes, for the future of cooking, we must work hard to change and make innovative dishes!"
"Qianqian, you are so smart, come and have one."
Opening their arms, the two beautiful girls kissed each other seductively. Not to mention, the collapsed expressions on Elder Tang's and his friends' faces disappeared in an instant.
"Hehe, it's so beautiful."
“Really good.”
"Oh, compared to beautiful girls, the cooking competition is nothing. Beautiful girls are king. Besides, Taoist priests have spent money, so why should we worry about it? Just cheer for the eldest lady honestly!"
As soon as Elder Tang finished speaking, Miss Yiyi, who was hugging Qianqian, said with a cold face, looking like an iceberg beauty.
"What are you standing there looking at? Two hot dishes and one cold dish are all yours. If you don't make it right, you will all go back to the hotel to clean the toilets."
Tang Seng and the other three were stunned.
"Miss, what did you say? Should we do it too?"
"Finish it within an hour, or you will go back to the hotel to clean the toilet after this game."
Tang Seng and the other three were silent. After a while, the three of them rolled up their sleeves together.
"The poor monk wants cold vegetables."
"Senior, let me serve the first hot dish."
"Haha, I can only fry eggs, so I seem to have no choice..." (To be continued)