Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 202 Bamboo Egg Dictyophora
"The deadline for the end of the duel, from midnight, to half an hour later?"

"There is indeed such a rule."

"Same table and same stage, and scuffle review at the same time, so after the No. 1 finisher appears, the remaining contestants must move to the table together before the finisher's dishes are completely cold!"

Hearing Xiang En's announcement that the deadline was advanced, there was unavoidable commotion in the surrounding area, but the audience of the "Black Gala" was obviously mostly veterans of the gourmet world. Even if they hadn't visited in the past, they had already heard of the existence of such cruel dark forest rules.

These people, in unison, cast a formidable look at Wu Zheng, who had grabbed his position and abruptly accelerated the process of the duel.

"This first-hand opportunity, the advantage is too great!"

I don't know who said something loudly, which immediately resonated with everyone.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

The No.2 finisher walked towards the review table at this time, so a plate of black fried rice noodles was added next to the 'Lychee Meat' plate just now.

"It's 'Witch' Zhilin!"

Zhi Lin was obviously very concerned about the fact that she was not the first person. Putting down the plate, she cast a reluctant glance at Wu Zheng, who looked like a scholar, "Hmph, you're really fast!"

The corner of Wu Zheng's mouth was raised playfully, "Everyone, who wouldn't want to be the first to eat their own dishes under the rules of 'fighting at the same table at the same table' by the judges."

The two were obviously old acquaintances.

Moreover, a very important message was revealed in their words——

The order of serving is equivalent to the order of tasting!

It is not difficult to understand after thinking about it.

Since they are at the same table and on the same stage, there must be a saying of eating first and then eating, and when tasting, the order of "first and last" is too particular, especially when the strength is close, sometimes the food is served first, which means the first to attack The judge's tongue, the first vanguard to climb the towers and break the city, often has terrible benefits.

Brawl, unlimited.

It refers to the openness of kitchen utensils, ingredients and cooking skills.

After Wu Zheng and Zhi Lin, there are three other players who are not discussed and have a very low sense of presence.

Soon, the finisher of the sixth order appeared.

This is also the first "seed contestant" to present dishes to the judging round table.

"Seven Star Knife, Ren!"

The eyes of the first five contestants, as well as upstairs and downstairs, and almost the whole audience, all fell on Rennes' oversized dinner plate.

This plate just landed on the round table, and its position is not absolutely in the center. Instead, it was squeezed to the corner by the previous dishes. However, the extra-large plate is too luxurious, and the dishes on it have a strange appearance.

The four types of river fish that Renn took out from the bamboo basket before, and the heads of the four types of fish were in a state of standing upright looking up at the sky. At first glance, they were quite scary, and they had the inner flavor of "dark cuisine".

But when everyone took a closer look, they found that there was a neat layer of "silver flakes" under the four fish heads.

"It's fish skin!"

"It's so neat! Is it peeled off in one piece, and cut into thin strips in one piece?"

Several contestants, you look at me, I look at you.

Wu Zheng and Zhi Lin reacted with threats on their faces.

As expected of a guy who already has the title of 'Seven Star Knife', he really is a monster of knife skills!

Zhilin is more concerned about the underside of the fish skin strips, the delicate snow-white luster that reveals a small corner from the gap, no doubt, the next layer is the real secret of the river fish!
At this time, Han Wu and Shan Xiong brought dishes to the judging table almost at the same time.

They are seventh and eighth respectively.

So ever.

In the entire "showdown" venue, there were only the last two people left.

One was resting on his chin, petrified, just staring at the soup pot on the stove, which contained a pot of thick lobster soup that had been boiling for a long time.

The other, half naked, was dripping with sweat.

Suddenly, there was only a "plop" vibration, and the iron chain finally fell to the ground.

But by coincidence, the bamboo tube connected by the iron chain hook fluttered to the ground, and rolled in front of a bronze-skinned, ordinary-looking man.

"I, Yang Yi, finish—"

He said in a low voice, bent over and picked up the black bamboo tube in front of the toe of the shoe, wrapped it in cloth, and held it firmly in his hands.

Suddenly, a gust of delicious wind blew past Yang Yi's side.

Yang Yi, who had just straightened up and stabilized the bamboo tube with a cloth, froze for a moment, looked a few steps ahead of him, and simply picked up the whole soup pot, and said dumbly:

"So, am I the tenth order?"

Yang Yi's face was still sweating, and there was a kind of helplessness and weirdness written on it.

It's the ninth and tenth battles.

The order is so late, it doesn't matter what the order of tasting is, right?
Thinking so in his heart, Yang Yi suddenly saw Duanguo in front of him, stopped suddenly on the small steps, turned his head and said to him: "You should go first, and I will finish the work at the rear."

Yang Yi: "?"

His face, which was slightly stained with black ash, was full of doubts.

Witness this scene.

On the third floor, Yajian and Li Ke, who were about to go down and start reviewing work, looked at their colleague Yan Xian again in unison.

"They are all strange people, behaving in a confusing manner!" Li Ke, the female chef, muttered.

Asia Magazine strongly agreed, and said to the embarrassed Yan Xian, "It's worthy of coming from the same school."

Yan Xian: "I..."

Really not!

"clang--"

When the three judges went downstairs, 'Yizhangqing' Xiang En personally walked up to the huge bronze bell and knocked it down with a mallet. Then the magnificent and deep bell sounded from the bell tower here, spread throughout Wubao, and spread across Guangzhou. The outskirts of Zhoucheng echoed far away.

The contestants and spectators watched the three of them go downstairs.

Two 'five tiger stars'.

A top female chef with a [Super Sense of Taste].

Lei Hua, who concealed her identity, stood in front of the railing at the corner of the second floor, took a light breath and said, "What a 'black event'!"

Start with the first order.

Wu Zheng, who was the first to submit the dish, looked cautious next to Yakan and Yan Xian, and asked for a detailed introduction: "My dish is called..."

With a solemn expression, Yakan waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, we will taste it! And give the result!"

Almost at the same second, the three people holding chopsticks ate together.

"It really is 'Bamboo Egg'!"

Female chef Li Ke took the lead in commenting: "It's not surprising, such a fresh and elegant aroma, because it was bred under the bamboo forest, it can be said to be innate."

Bamboo eggs?

The contestants on all four sides of the round table looked at each other.

Yan Xian said with a smile: "The so-called 'bamboo egg' is actually the embryo of the bamboo fungus."

The sub-journal answered in a deep voice:

"It is more accurate to call 'Bamboo Egg' as 'Bamboo Sun Egg'!"

"This is a very difficult food to pick and preserve. It is necessary to pick the embryos before the early morning and soak them in special bamboo water for preservation. Before processing and cooking, a process of removing the 'stinky green smell' must be added. This is edible. The key technology of bamboo fungus eggs!"

Li Ke said with a smile: "There is no 'stinky green smell'! At least, my tongue didn't taste it!"

With such an evaluation from [Super Taste] Li Ke, this key process is almost perfect, and Wu Zheng's joy is beyond words.

However, the next sentence of the famous female chef changed the direction of the wind:
"It's a pity that the essence of the bamboo fungus egg, the milky white part called 'Meng Sun', can't combine with the minced meat you stuffed inside!"

"The smell of the mushrooms has been almost eliminated, and the fragrance is almost pure and fresh. Because of the slight fishy smell of the meat, it is like a bowl of rice mixed with sand!"

"Crack your teeth!"

"Diaphragm response!"

After speaking, Li Ke didn't even look at the pale Wu Zheng, and moved the chopsticks to the second plate.

As for Yakan and Yan Xian, they have already set their eyes on the second-order dishes.

The two looked at each other.

"There's no need to comment on this dish, right?"

"If it was 'poppy seeds,' it would be reasonable, but the juice that concentrates the poison..."

Yan Xian shook his head and sighed: "Anyway, this shouldn't be 'Dark Cuisine'."

'Witch' Zhilin was frightened.

(End of this chapter)