Looking at the pastry chef in this duel, Xia Tian felt a sense of Alexander.
"Hehehe, kid, you really know a lot. Even in the dark cooking world, few people know my true identity."
Logan looked at Xia Tian and revealed his identity at one glance, and said with some surprise.
"King of noodles? What a domineering title."
When Nakiri Senzaemon heard Logan's nickname, he couldn't help but sigh. Although he had never heard of this title before, he was a king, and since he dared to be called a king in the pastry dish,
He is definitely not a kind person.
"King of noodles, are you really over 100 years old?" Xia Tian looked at Logan in front of him and suddenly asked such a question.
"What do you think?"
Luo Gen asked with a sinister smile.
Xia Tian looked Logan up and down, and found that this old man really didn't look like an old man who was over 100 years old. Although his hair was white and his face was covered with old age lines, his eyes were still very clear and shining. Seeing this Xia Tian suddenly
He sighed: "Well, it would be great if I could still be as energetic as you when I am over 100 years old."
"Boy, if you really live to be as old as me, you will find that sometimes living too long is not necessarily a good thing."
Speaking of this, Logan's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of gloom, as if he was thinking of something sad.
And when the two people below were talking, everyone at the judges' table was a little shocked by the conversation between them.
"Miss Marlene, is this "pastry king" really over 100 years old?"
"Of course, distinguished guest."
Hearing Marin's answer, Nakiri Senzaemon looked at Logan with great regret. As the oldest judge among the judges, others may not care, but for an old man in his seventies, Logan's age is still high.
It's really enviable.
Nakiri Thistle looked down meaningfully. He was curious that he could still cook at such an old age. Are the people in the dark cooking world physically different from ordinary people?
As for Nakiri Erina and An, they were simply shocked that Logan was over 100 years old. After all, in Neon, although there are old people as old as Logan, they basically suffer from the geriatric diseases that should be suffered at this age.
, how can he be so clear-headed and speak clearly like Logan.
However, they didn't have time to think about it anymore. Xiang En walked directly to the judges' table and announced to Xia Tian and Logan:
"This pastry duel is not limited to items or time. Both parties will make satisfactory pastry dishes and present them, and then the three distinguished guests present will comment. Do you understand?"
Seeing that the two people below had no objections, Xiang En nodded and waved: "Then, the second round, the pasta showdown begins now."
"Boy, even though it's a bit bullying, I will do my best for the legendary kitchen utensils."
Xia Tian was about to pick out ingredients when she heard Logan reminding her.
"Yeah. I understand, old man, let's work hard together!" After saying that, Xia Tian took out a bag of flour from the nearby ingredients store and began to prepare the noodles.
Pour the flour on the cooking table and pour an appropriate amount of water. Nakiri Erina looked at Xia Tian with some curiosity. She saw Xia Tian rolled up her sleeves on both sides and tied them tightly, and then kept moving her wrists.
"Aren't you going to make a meeting? What is he doing?"
Just when Nakiri Erina was confused, Xia Tian suddenly shouted loudly, then made fists with both hands, and beat the entire dough crazily. The dough continued to change shape under Xia Tian's fists.
"Ah!" Nakiri Erina couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Haha, I didn't expect this young man to have a violent heart under his handsome appearance."
Nakiri Senzaemon laughed. Generally speaking, when kneading dough, due to the limitation of strength, it can only be divided into several parts for kneading. However, he did not expect that Xia Tian could knead the entire dough with the strength of his hands.
Dough.
Seeing this scene, Logan on the side couldn't help but admired: "Boy, I never thought you could knead and rotate the dough with two hands at the same time."
Xia Tian chuckled and said nothing, trying to find out more about the Wuming Neigong.
"This boy looks quite manly!" An, who was on the judging panel, gently raised her chin and said with her beautiful eyes slightly opened.
When Nakiri Erina heard An's words, she didn't know what was going on, but she suddenly felt a faint feeling of melancholy in her heart.
However, Anke didn't know that Nakiri Erina had a strange thought, and looked at Logan and chuckled: "That old man is so old, can he still knead authentic dough?"
"You can't say that, little girl, the name Wang Luogen is not for nothing." A voice suddenly reached An's ears.
"What!" An was surprised when he looked down at Logan, who was looking at him with a smile but not a smile. He was talking bad things about people behind their backs and was discovered. He immediately blushed in shame.
But at the same time, An An had a trace of doubt in his mind. The judges' seat was not close to Logan's cooking table, and his voice was not loud. How could it reach Logan?
But An had no time to think about this problem. She only heard Logan say to them: "Next, let's show you the cooking skills of the major pastry families in our Bailuo family!"
I saw Luo Gen pouring water into the flour, then putting a cleaned cane into the middle of the flour and stirring constantly.
Logan said while stirring: "This dough is not kneaded by strength. It is the rotation of the fingers, the rotation of the arms, plus the rotation of the stick. In other words, the essence of pastry lies in rotation. You can do it
The degree of rotation and the depth of rotation can reveal the pastry chef's strength."
Logan gave a soft drink, and the dough continued to stretch in the air under Logan's constant stirring. In a trance, it was like a silver snake flying in the air.
The circling and flying figure of the silver snake brought gusts of wind around it, and everyone on the judges' bench used their hands to block the oncoming wind.
"This is too exaggerated!" An smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind.
"Indeed." Nakiri Senzaemon was also surprised. Although he also knew that some long-established cooking families had their own family secrets, it would never be a magic trick like this.
"The Secret of the Bailuo Family, Bailuo Snake Transfer Training!"
Under Logan's shout, a ball of soft and smooth perfect dough was kneaded by Logan.
Then, Logan took out a jar and took out a small piece of dough.
"Grandpa, what is that?" Nakiri Erina looked at Nakiri Senzaemon in confusion.
"That must have been called old noodles by the former pastry chef!"
Nakiri Senzaemon was still well-informed, so he thought for a while and said.
"What's the old face?"
"I once heard some older generation Chinese pastry chefs say that every time the pastry chefs made steamed buns, they would leave some dough behind and then knead it into the dough for the next steamed buns, that is,
The yeast of the previous dough fermented the new dough, so it is called old noodles." Nakiri Senzaemon is a bit strange, because few people use old noodles now.
"Yes, this is Lao Mian, and the longer the history of Lao Mian, the better."
Nakiri Hisashi looked at the dough in Logan's hand and always felt that his dough was unusual.
"Boy on the stage, you are right. The longer the old noodles are, the more beautiful the skin and hair will be. And the old noodles in my hand are the old noodles handed down from the Three Kingdoms era, the ancestor of our Bailuo family.
——Thousand-year-old noodles.”
"What!"
The people at the judges' table immediately stared at the old noodles in Logan's hands and could no longer take their eyes away.