The strongest gourmet food system

Chapter 716 Chapter 249

The early morning sunlight shines warmly on Zheng Ke's face through the window.Zheng Ke scratched his neck and opened his eyes.I glanced at the paper on the desktop. It was crumpled, and the fonts on it were distorted along with the paper.

Zheng Ke didn't know when he fell asleep, he only knew that he slept soundly this time, and he opened his eyes as soon as he opened his eyes - he turned on his phone, it was 9 o'clock.

I'm going, it's so late?
Zheng Ke hurriedly washed up, got off the elevator quickly, and found the-blue organizer to ask for ingredients.

"10 o'clock! Deliver it to the kitchen before 10 o'clock." Zheng Ke urged.

"Ah? Time is too tight."

"There is still half an hour, come on, I believe in you." Zheng Ke gave the staff a thumbs up.

The staff was crying, "Hey, brother, your request is a bit overwhelming.

Zheng Ke didn't have time to think about other people's feelings. The preparation time left now is no more than 23 hours. If you count the need to rest, it is estimated that it is only [-] or [-] hours.Not even time to eat.

When he came to the restaurant, he ordered two boiled eggs and a cup of milk tea. After eating briefly, Zheng Ke came to the kitchen he applied for.

As soon as he took out the condiments he used and placed them on the operating table, the staff entered the kitchen with an incubator in their arms.

"Mr. Zheng, the ingredients you want."

"Thank you." Zheng Ke smiled politely, took the incubator, put it on the operating table, opened it, glanced at the ingredients inside, and frowned.

"Well, Mr. Zheng, the hotel doesn't have cod either. I've already asked someone to buy it." The staff quickly explained.

"Well, there are not enough clams...can you buy some more clams?" Zheng Ke asked.

"How much do you need?" the staff asked.

"Ten catties... By the way, it must be fresh. I don't want to lose on the ingredients. Also, send all the ingredients before 12 o'clock." Zheng Ke reminded.

"...Hey, I see." The staff nodded repeatedly, and after confirming that Zheng Ke had no other needs, he left the kitchen like a fly—he was really afraid that Zheng Ke would stop him again and add other ingredients.

Zheng Ke poured a tank of clear water, poured the clams into the tank, and let the clams spit sand.Then, other ingredients were taken out one after another.

Wine, milk, butter, lemon, saffron...

After thinking about it all night yesterday, Zheng Ke finally gave up on using fish stock because he remembered another dish - the mussel soup he made during the Japanese competition.

Of course, it's okay to make mussel soup again, but the consequence... is that he will compete with the mysterious Australian player for the remaining one spot.

Originally, he also felt that it didn't matter even if he lost the game.But after being reminded by Catherine, he still made up his mind to try his best to win this game if possible.Otherwise, he really doesn't have enough confidence in the face of an Australian player who has never met before—if he is overshadowed, he will probably be depressed to death.

Considering these, Zheng Ke made up his mind to make a dish that surprised even Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo, and the basis of this dish was mussel soup.

After the clams spit out sand, Zheng Ke poured the clams into the pot and stir-fried them together with the shallots. The thick water vapor continued to rise. At this time, he poured in half a bottle of white wine and started to simmer.

After a few minutes, Zheng Ke poured the boiling soup into another pot, then added saffron and pepper to the soup, and continued to boil.

What Zheng Ke needs is thick soup, so when there is half of the sauce in the pot, pour in the milk and stir while cooking.

The strong fragrance, as the steam gushes out continuously, enters Zheng Ke's nasal cavity, and the strong fragrance spreads all over Zheng Ke's body.

"That's the taste." Zheng Ke was overjoyed, picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of thick soup, and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, Zheng Ke's face became extremely ugly, and before he had time to think, he spat out the thick soup in his mouth into the sink.

Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!
Zheng Ke frowned, stuck out his tongue, and there was sand in his mouth and throat.

After rinsing his mouth with clean water several times, Zheng Ke's face returned to normal. He was almost killed by his cooking, but where did the sand come from?
Zheng Ke glanced at the uncooked clams and covered his face helplessly.I was really crying stupidly by myself-some clams did spit out the sand, but there were still a few clams with their mouths tightly closed.These clams without opening their mouths opened their shells after being heated, and the sand inside also flowed into the soup.

Now that the thick soup has been boiled, it is completely impossible to filter it.

Zheng Ke shook his head helplessly, this pot was considered useless, and he could only boil it again.

Although a dark thick soup was boiled out, Zheng Ke was more confident.The deliciousness of the thick soup has been lingering on his taste buds for a long time.The downside... well, besides the sand, there is also a strong salty taste.

Tianfang Beiyuan.

Almost all players from all over Asia have been eliminated, leaving only two players from Japan who are still competing for the final spot.As a result, the restaurants and lounges were almost filled with reporters and players from all over Asia.

After Park Shenyong and Lee Dongseong lost one after another, Yin Xiuli also became more relaxed. Her daily work was to update FB based on the interviews done by other reporters, and then summarize the reasons for the Han players' defeat.

When she was sitting by the window in a daze, a limousine was parked next to the building, the hotel attendant quickly opened the door, and two Westerners got out of the car.

The person walking in front was not too tall, wearing a purple suit, with Mobican hair, three stud earrings on each ear, and a pair of black sunglasses. He looked fierce, and his age was about Around 40 years old.

Behind him was a tall young man with a handsome face and silver-white hair, making him almost a prince charming in the hearts of girls.More importantly, he also showed kindness to the girls around him from time to time, and his charming smile made the women scream.

The moment Yin Xiuli saw him, her heart beat fast, and she wanted to strike up a conversation with the silver-haired young man, but the silver-haired young man didn't stop in the lobby at all, and entered with Mobigan head under the escort of four security guards. elevator.Only then did the commotion in the hall subside.

"Damn it, even they are here." A reporter exclaimed.

"Eh? Who are these two?" Yin Xiuli asked in confusion.

"You don't even know about them?" the reporter asked in surprise.

Yin Xiuli shook her head. Their magazine only cares about the Korean cooking industry. If it weren't for the fact that there were two Korean contestants participating in this competition, she would not have deliberately come here.

"The Mobican head is the 25th-ranked Western gourmet Claire Clarke, known as 'Ghost Tongue', and the silver-haired young man is the 20th-ranked 'Prince', Ferdinand Turner."

Suddenly came 2 TOP30 gourmets?

Yin Xiuli frowned. It seemed that tomorrow's game would attract a lot of attention.

(End of this chapter)