Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 958 Different realms
The broth was stewed for four hours, and the audience below watched the carvings for four hours.

From Yang Song's solo sculpture to Ashikaga Kenjiro's double sculpture.

Sword light and sword shadow, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low.

"Good guy, I was already dozing off."

"No one thought that it would take four hours to look at the sculptures."

"Because of their fast hands, they can produce one every 10 minutes on average, and they are all lifelike."

"Noodle contest, I watched the carving for four hours."

"Look, Brother Song put down the kitchen knife first."

The eyes of thousands of people present all focused on Yang Song.

All the people watching, he went to wash his hands, then went to the stock pot, stared at it for a while, then sprinkled some salt in it, and turned off the fire.

Yang Song took another pot of water and boiled it again. Finally, he walked to the porcelain basin containing the dough, took out the whole dough and kneaded it.

Ashikaga Kenjiro also put down the carving knife.

"This little He countryman actually carved a Song brother."

"It really is."

Ashikaga Kenjiro washed his hands in the same way, walked to the stock pot, and repeated the spread of Po Yangsong.

"It's getting more and more incomprehensible. Did Ashikaga Kenjiro and Matsuko come from the same master?"

"Improbable, right? According to the information, this is the first time Ashikaga Kenjiro has come to China, and Brother Song has never been to any country."

"Kenjiro Ashikaga has a family background. He has practiced cooking since he was a child, and Brother Song grew up savagely."

"Then what is this confusing behavior trying to do?"

I don't know if it was intentional, but Yang Song took the first button, and Ashikaga Kenjiro also hurriedly started to button, but he was one shot behind Yang Song.

Yang Song once, Ashikaga Kenjiro twice.

Yang Song twice, Ashikaga Kenjiro twice.

……

The sound of noodles swaying continuously resounded in the air and struck the hearts of everyone present.

No. 11, Ashikaga Kenjiro stopped and looked at Yang Song proudly.

"I don't believe that you can really buckle more than me, and the noodles will definitely break next."

however,
No.12, No.13.

Yang Song never stopped, Ashikaga Kenjiro's face collapsed: "Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"Thirteen times, it only exists in legends. How could someone actually do it? Isn't your video edited?"

"I must be dazed and my ears are broken."

Yang Song deducted No.14 again.

boom!
Ashikaga Kenjiro was about to lose his footing.

"It's fake this time too?"

"No, I want to see it!"

He couldn't care less about anything and rushed over.

The noodles that have been buckled fourteen times are very well-proportioned, as if they can be stacked together to form a flat wall.

Yang Song swept some flour on it, as if it had fallen snow, such noodles don't need to be cooked, and you can tell at a glance that they must be delicious.

"Fake, I must be dreaming." Ashikaga Kenjiro stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but Yang Song raised his hand and handed a carrot boy out.

"Stand back, I don't like others touching my ingredients."

Ashikaga Kenjiro felt the icy touch left by Radish Boy in his palm, and finally believed that it was not a dream, it was all real.

"How on earth did you do it?"

"Fourteen times, fourteen times, after eleven times, the noodles should be broken."

Yang Song: "Mine, I don't understand yours."

Kenjiro Ashikaga: "It is really a miracle that the noodles are more flexible when the noodles are buckled [-] times."

Yang Song: "Please speak Chinese."

Ashikaga Kenjiro: "But it doesn't mean you win, at least my soup is better than yours."

Yang Song: "Let's learn Chinese, it's very easy to learn, even a three-year-old can do it."

Ashikaga Kenjiro: "I will never give up! Fourteen times of buckling noodles does not mean that your noodles are better than mine. You must know that our noodles are gentler than mine this time."

Onlookers:

"They just chatted like this, without any sense of disobedience?"

"Do you understand?" This is a person who doesn't understand any language.

"The donkey's lip is completely wrong with the horse's mouth." This is understandable.

Yang Song drove Ashikaga Kenjiro away, and the water boiled quickly.

Boil the noodles in clear water, and turn on the fire of the broth again.

Take out the boiled noodles, put them in a bowl with the broth, and then add the side dishes.

Yang Song raised his hand first, and Miss Etiquette quickly came over and took the noodles away.

Ashikaga Kenjiro's noodles were also cooked, but he didn't submit it immediately, but waited for about 10 minutes.

After the judges finished eating Yang Song's noodles, Ashikaga Kenjiro chose to submit.

On the big screen in the square, the faces of Yang Song and Ashikaga Kenjiro were compared on the same screen.

"Ashikaga Kenjiro has ham, sun-dried eggs, and shrimp on his noodles. Since when did this guy cook shrimp?"

"Brother Song's face only has shredded pork from the pork ribs, and a few shredded radishes, not even chopped green onion."

"In terms of appearance alone, the old boy Ashikaga Kenjiro won, our poor Song brother."

"He Guo's face looks really luxurious."

"I don't think so. Brother Song's noodles at least look refreshing."

As long as you are willing to look for it, there will always be advantages.

The judges ate very quickly, and even gobbled it up a bit.

This shows that they are satisfied.

Ashikaga Kenjiro looked at Yang Song provocatively: "After eating the noodles you made, the judges are still so hungry, now you know the difference between us?"

For some reason, Yang Song kept his back to Kenjiro Ashikaga.

"Have you no face to see me?"

"I don't know what kind of cleverness you used to buckle the noodles fourteen times, but I want to tell you that taste is the only way to win."

"Stupid and humble Chinese people, you don't even know what really wonderful pasta is."

Yang Song, with his back to Ashikaga Kenjiro, turned around.

this is nothing.

Yang Song was eating noodles with his rice bowl in his hands.

"You, how can you do this?" He was so serious, so serious, Yang Song actually went to eat noodles behind his back.

Ashikaga Kenjiro was very angry, and Yang Song was also unhappy: "Don't babble, I really don't understand."

"It's so rude!" Ashikaga Kenjiro pointed at Yang Song and cursed.

Yang Song ate the last mouthful of noodles before drinking the soup: "Keep your voice down, it will affect my eating noodles. You should also know that eating noodles quietly will make you feel better. You are too noisy."

He was so noisy that he didn't even want to drink soup.

"It's been more than four hours, aren't you hungry?"

"You still have the strength to speak."

After this reminder, the stomachs of the audience screamed in unison.

"I've been hungry for a long time."

"Brother Song, you actually only cook for yourself."

"I seem to be eating a bowl of noodles."

"What smells so good?"

Of course, Yang Song wouldn't just cook for himself, the people in Baifeng Pavilion were each holding a bowl of noodles, eating them in full swing.

Especially Chen Ming, this guy looks mighty and majestic when he eats noodles.

It's like a flood that has opened its gates, one bowl after another.

(End of this chapter)