After receiving the eldest lady’s teaching that cooking is very magical and requires the utmost imagination in cooking, our lovely Qianqian immediately understood it. Not only that, the little Loli also quickly understood it and started to draw inferences about other cases.
"Senior sister, I think the ingredients in this rock sugar and white fungus porridge are really too few, and it definitely tastes tasteless. I should add more fruits to add some sweet taste."
"Qianqian is right, let's have some more apples, oranges, and dragon fruit."
The unpeeled fruits just flew into the pot...
Seeing the mess in the pot, the eldest lady felt that the color was a bit light. She picked up a bottle of Shanxi old vinegar and poured half of the bottle in. The beautiful girl pinched her waist and thought with confidence.
“The sweet and sour white fungus porridge is the most delicious thing in the world!”
A bottle of deep black old vinegar just entered the pot, dyeing the already weird pot of porridge into an oozing pure black...
Finally, when the last sliced pear was put into the big pot that exuded a strange smell and the soup was black, Miss Yiyi finally completed her dish that showed her greatest imagination.
Rock sugar and white fungus porridge!
A simple calculation shows that there are currently two apples, three oranges, one dragon fruit, eight fungus, half a bag of refined salt, one snow pear, one banana, and some wolfberry berries in this dish called Rock Sugar Tremella Porridge.
Half a bottle of old vinegar, half a pot of unwashed rice, and a few rice worms...
Yes, it doesn't matter, just like Elder Tang said, this pot of porridge has nothing to do with rock sugar and white fungus porridge from the beginning.
At this moment, taking a big frying spoon, our beautiful and lovely Miss Yiyi is vigorously stirring all kinds of magical things in the pot. Her beautiful and tender little face is filled with a confident smile.
There are also two cute little dimples on it. When vigorously stirring the pot of weird and weird things, Miss Yiyi, who has the constitution of a cute king, will make a few "Hey, hey, hey, hey" sounds.
But for some reason, looking at Miss Yiyi vigorously stirring the pot of dark black porridge with a frying spoon, Westerners like Lao Wei and Brother Mao Zi always felt that the scene in front of them seemed familiar.
Because they always feel that in the fairy tales they read when they were children, the vicious witches cooking harmful potions are similar to the young lady cooking porridge in front of them...
"Gudong."
As if to confirm the misunderstanding of Lao Wei and the others, the rock sugar and white fungus porridge that the eldest lady stirred vigorously actually made a bubble...
Well, it's bubbling. Stir it gently and it will bubble...
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After evenly dosing the last bit of sauce on the steak, Ziming put down his spoon and stretched lazily.
Zi Ming pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and looked at the six delicious sirloin steaks on the table, with a trace of tiredness creeping across his handsome face.
Alas, even though I have made this dish countless times and can barely be considered the best in the world, after all, I have to cook for six people at once, look at six pots at the same time, and cook six pots at the same time in one go, which is still a little bit awkward.
Say it tiredly.
Zi Ming fanned himself with his chef's hat. He glanced sideways at the camera that was filming him cooking six pots at the same time. After a glance, Zi Ming waved his hand coldly, saying don't be so annoying.
Is it just cooking six steaks at the same time? What, this chef has not even used half of his strength.
Oops, I said stop taking pictures, go and go, don’t be so new to the world, what is there, what is this? Really, hurry up and take pictures of other garbage, although they are destined to become the defeat of this chef, but
At least I have to give a few shots to make sense of it, otherwise how can I show off the power of my good and evil chef?
Carrying the camera, the cameraman went to take pictures of the Bagongshan tofu made by Mr. Wang of Jiufeng Hotel without looking back.
Seeing this, Zi Ming snorted coldly and looked as if he should take it for granted. But as soon as he turned around, our good and evil chef almost broke his teeth, and the expression on his face was even more ferocious than his grandma's.
"You are so obedient!!"
Walking to the big pot for making porridge, he opened the lid and looked at the heat of the porridge. Ziming nodded and told Uncle Robert to lower the heat to the lowest level in five minutes. Then he walked slowly to the oven, ready to take a look.
How about the cake you baked yourself?
However, as soon as Ziming put on his anti-scald gloves, Master Luo Wen, who seemed to be yawning a little, came to his side.
With his hands behind his back, Master Luo Wen looked at him very seriously and said.
"how's it going?"
As soon as he heard Luo Wen's voice, Zi Ming immediately turned his head and said with a smile, "Master, don't worry, I will definitely win the first place in this round of competition. After all, you also know my cooking skills, and those stupid
How could the lambs have ever tasted such delicious food? It will definitely make them cry after eating it.”
Walking to the lotus table, looking down at the dozen or so dishes that Zi Ming had prepared, Master Luo Wen nodded with satisfaction, then took a bite of Zi Ming's sirloin steak and said with satisfaction, "Well, not bad, you
After all, I haven’t been disappointed. The old Chinese saying that if you don’t fight, you can’t achieve success, it still makes sense. By the way, has the Secret Party got it done?”
Looking at the steaming plate of steak in Luo Wen's hand, Zi Ming couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Well, young master, this plate is not for you..."
Young Master Luo Wen lowered his head to taste the tender sirloin steak, and then took the time to glance at Zi Ming. You must know that Young Master Luo Wen's eyes can always be classified as ****. In addition, he had just been raped by his own young master.
After a meal, Ziming immediately licked the dog and nodded obediently.
"Master, this plate is prepared for you. Also, could you please try my porridge later? I really need your precious opinion. You must know that your opinion is like a comet crossing the night, bringing me
That moment of light allowed me to find the right way home."
How can I put it this way, the flattery produced by this educated chuunibyou is so fresh and refined.
Sitting next to the lotus table, listening to the praises of the Good and Evil Chef God, and tasting the steak, Master Luo Wen nodded with satisfaction, then casually picked up a few bacon and enoki mushroom rolls and put them into his mouth.
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Alas, after all, I didn’t eat much in the morning (I was woken up by Zi Ming excitedly, and I was so angry that I couldn’t eat breakfast at all) and it’s almost half past ten now. Can Master Luo Wen not be hungry?
Well, in a short time, Master Luo Wen, who was tempted by Zi Ming's delicacies, ate two plates of bacon and enoki mushroom rolls in one go, and is now heading towards the third plate.
Well, Zi Ming looked at him with a bit more determination to die...
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In fact, Master Luo Wen actually wanted to have a little taste and just have fun. After all, as the actual leader of this group, he is still a leader who does nothing... Well, although Master Luo Wen doesn't do anything
However, as a leader, he must taste the results of his employees' work after their work is completed, and then give them a big reward! In this way, he not only encourages employees, but also reflects his level as a leader.
However, it is a pity that Luo Wen, who was already a little hungry, encountered the delicacies made by a world-class chef like Zi Ming.
One mouthful after another, one plate after another, I couldn't stop.
You must know that the dishes in the cooking competition are mainly beautiful, and the portions are generally relatively small. Not to mention that Zi Ming cooks all Western food, and the portions are even pitifully small... So after a while, Master Luo Wen
Half of the food was eaten, and now he was sitting on the lotus table, drinking thick porridge, looking very happy.
"Ziming, yes, you did a very good job. These dishes still taste as good as ever! This time, I'll give you the credit."
Master Luo Wen held the unknown thick porridge that tasted extremely delicious and said.
"I won't say anything more. Come on, work hard. You will be our number one hero this time. By the way, where is the cake? Hurry up and give me a piece."
Ziming watched sadly as his young master ate the dishes he had prepared for the judges. He watched sadly as the young master had already eaten half of the dishes and was so full that he hiccupped. Ziming felt really miserable.
However, even though he was suffering terribly, Ziming still did not dare to say a word on the surface. After all, his young master was an irritable old man and he really did not dare to give advice.
"By the way, your dishes are almost ready. Are you ready for the secret party's stuff?"
Holding the bowl of porridge, Luo Wen asked with a frown.
Ziming nodded quickly, "I will use my ability to give them a gift now, young master, don't worry."
Rowan nodded, "That's good, but just in case, you can also take care of the other two hotels. Forget it, just take care of the fat man. I don't like his dead look."