Eternal Food Paradise.

Chapter 392 Time White Maple

"I'm done!" Lai He raised his hand to signal.

"?"

The crowd was stunned, as if they had just escaped from the fragrance overflowing both sides of the canal and the huge tree shadow.

Seeing that the master of ceremonies was a little dazed, Lai He didn't immediately ask the drummer to sound the horn for the end of cooking, and said loudly in dissatisfaction: "According to the rules, if any contestant finishes cooking, the other party has to stop forcibly, and the gong is not played yet." announce?"

Yisehui made a "click" and made good use of the built-in camera function of the park to capture this scene into a high-definition large picture and send it to the "Shiji World Exchange Group", just like a war reporter, reporting and following up the competition in real time:

He posted the picture and attached a sentence:

"Chef Lin, Lai He, within half an hour, he finished his 'food halberd dishes'."

It can be said that all members of the exchange group, no matter the seniors or the backward waves, have been paying attention to this game from the very beginning.

After all, the players who are the main force of the "Phoenix Mapo" brand are their own people. Don't be too familiar with them, they have a strong desire for support and a sense of substitution.

"Less than half an hour?"

"At this time, we students can also do it, but we must know that generally speaking, 2% to [-]% of the two-hour cut-off time for food is left for us to think, so that we have enough There is room for error. If there is a major mistake in cooking, you can start all over again, there is enough time..."

"With the theme of "Ma Po" and "Tofu", the structure of the dishes and the content of the main ingredients determine this cooking competition. Not only this round, it is estimated that it will end quickly!"

Yisehui then hurriedly took a few close-up pictures of Lai He who finished the dishes.

This name is Chef Rin of the "Twin-tailed Scorpion".

From the other side of the Wanfu Bridge, which is crowded with people, slowly go to the judging platform set in the center of the bridge.

clang!
While he was walking, the master of ceremonies had asked the drummer to ring the bell:

"The first round is over!"

"Stop it!"

The eyes of the whole audience were unanimously cast on the kitchen area of ​​"Phoenix Mapo".

"Fortunately, the dishes I cook are not complicated or cumbersome, and require a long time to cook." Xia Yan didn't show any panic at all. When Lai He raised his hand to bring the dishes, he didn't hurry, stopped the fire, and collected the juice , plate.

Seeing Xia Yan following Lai He closely, he also presented the dishes to the jury.

Click.

Yisehui, a war reporter, is quite competent. He knows that the friends of the "Shiji World Exchange Group" have become online cloud viewers. Unfortunately, they can't go to Sichuan to watch the excitement. At the same time, they want to see some exciting content, so a series of dishes Close-ups, close-ups of characters, like no money, on the chat box interface, frantically swiping the screen.

Of course, there are some chat words mixed in on the page.

The commander-in-chief Totsuki, whose ID has not been revealed so far, is "Lonely Fisherman", Nakiri Senzaemon, commented:
"It seems that in this paradise world under the background of ancient China, the chefs here prefer to use such an uncertain cooking time rule? One side is finished, and the other side is forced to end. This will inevitably require the chef. In the process of cooking decisive battles, not only You must absolutely control your own rhythm, and you must also grasp the opponent's pace, at least in terms of rhythm, you must not fall behind too much."

"Simply put, there are extremely high requirements for the chef's ability to control the overall situation!"

These words made the current students and graduates in the cloud viewers feel terrified, especially those who have already started to work hard in the paradise world but have not yet held a cooking showdown, and they can't help thinking about life.

From this, the chat group started a topic, and many group members followed up to express their opinions.

Senzaemon, who successfully brought up the rhythm of "controlling power", smiled unpredictablely in the tea room of Nakiri's house.

And on the spot.

The lineup of guests headed by shopkeeper Lan completed the tasting of Laihe's dishes one by one.

"After all, it's Chef Lin, so I can't fault it!" An old judge gave a thumbs up.

"Lin Chef's "Ma Po Tofu"? Let's not talk about this dish. If it is marked that the cook is a Lin Chef, and it is sold at a public auction in a big restaurant, I am afraid that one dish will be worth a thousand dollars."

This judge, an elder of the Kitchen Association who is known as a mapo expert, shook his head and said something that had nothing to do with dish evaluation.

"A dish is worth a thousand dollars!"

The No.3 and No.4 judges cherish words like gold, and then lower their heads and continue to eat the tofu dishes on the plate, spoon by spoon, eating very slowly, with the sense of sight of eating delicacies from mountains and seas.

However, they are only representatives of Jinguancheng scholars and celebrities, and they are far inferior to the other three in terms of professionalism.

At last.

The guest platform behind the judging booth was full of local officials and celebrities, including Prince Jiang and Lan Feihong, all of whom looked at the chief judge sitting in the middle in unison.

Lai He was also looking at shopkeeper Lan, but his eyes were more flickering than steady when he looked at the shopkeeper of "Datong Restaurant".

It's not that Lai He is not confident.

If he himself evaluates his performance this time, it will be mediocre.

The foundation of "Zhen Lin" has been brought into play, and there is no obvious mistake.

But that's... that's all.

Lai He, who has been fighting all the way from Liangshanbo, also knows that if this kind of ordinary and ordinary dishes are moved to the duel stage, it is easy to be beaten up by opponents who perform exceptionally well.

But at this moment, Lai He is not worried about such a scene at all.

Because, someone who can beat him violently.

It can only be an opponent at the same level who has performed exceptionally well!

Lai He kept telling himself whether his opponent, Xia Yan, had such a culinary skill level:

how can that be possible!
How long has it been since the Battle of the Inhuman Hall?

You said that I would like to believe that you were promoted to a false Lin, but to be promoted to a 'True Lin' opened up your own way of being a brilliant Lin chef.

Even if Lai He was killed, it would be impossible to believe it.

So, listening to the sound of approaching footsteps behind him, Lai He turned his head slightly, and threw a provocative smile full of victors at the junior who was advancing:
"It's really brave of you to challenge me by name!" Thumbs up, and then he moved out of the way.

To the provocation, Xia Yan retorted bluntly:
"You can clearly come up with works with [-] or even [-] points, but now your answer sheets on "Ma Po" and "Tofu" questions, why do I feel that you only have [-] points, and it feels like you have just passed?"

"Besides, to pass the exam, it depends on the signboard of Lin."

The implication was that Lai He could tell that he did not have the characteristics of "Zhen Lin", and his "Ma Po Tofu" was not qualified to be the duel dish in this competition.

Can't help the blue veins on the forehead twitching violently:
"You will know right away that the dishes containing the profound meaning of the word Lin will make the special-grade and pseudo-Lin who have not really opened the door, how desperate!"

boom!
No more verbal arguing, what he answered was the sound of plates falling on the table.

"Please--"

The plate that Xia Yan lifted, or should be called a large soup pot, is right, it is the kind of rice or fresh soup that you usually see in the middle of the table when you go to a restaurant to open a table. The amount of the container is enough for a whole table. big basin.

Huh?
Lai He, who cast his gaze for the first time, was stunned.

Shopkeeper Lan and the other four judges: "..."

"Ah this..."

Prince Jiang on the stage opened his mouth wide.

As for Lan Feihong, in his eyes, there seemed to be only the slightly rippling clear soup in the pot on the table.

The spectators at the scene were also fried, and they were all boiling.

"Is this Ma Po pure white?!"

"what!"

"how is this possible!"

"I know, he gave up 'bean paste', that is, he didn't use chili oil and red oil for coloring, but in this way, he castrated the soul of Mapo himself. In a sense, it's a terrible spirit..."

(End of this chapter)