Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 996 The Mystery of Jajiang Noodles
Yang Song was still cooking the sauce at this time.

"It's really slow!" Ashikaga Kenjiro looked like a big rooster, with his head held high and his chest high, full of ambition: "Are you trying to delay the time? Could it be that if you delay for a while, the judges will be able to eat your noodles? What a joke."

Yang Song ignored him and continued to stir the noodle sauce with a small spoon.

"If you lose, you lose. You have to afford to lose." Ashikaga Kenjiro seemed a little earnest.

Yang Song threw some chopped green onions into it at the right time.

Ashikaga Kenjiro said endlessly: "Stupid, what are you doing with chopped green onions in it? Be careful that it will be mushy, and it will hurt your teeth when you eat it."

The water boiled, and Yang Song started to cook the noodles.

"You don't know how to grasp the time. When the noodles are cooked, the sauce will be cold."

This guy probably forgot the truth that the villain died from talking too much.

Yang Song cooked the noodles slowly, and then slowly stacked the vegetables and poured the sauce.

Even raising hands is lazy.

The cheongsam lady came over to serve the noodles, but Yang Song only asked her to bring over a bowl.

"Chef Yang, there are three judges, and you still have two bowls here."

"I know, just give me a bowl. It's very hot, so it's not suitable to eat too much."

The cheongsam lady reluctantly took the bowl away.

The people who eat melon stared at the remaining two bowls, and their saliva began to secrete.

"Will I have the remaining two bowls?"

Yang Song picked up one of the bowls and sent it to the outside, and everyone raised their hearts: "Is it for me? Is it for me?"

He handed it to Meng Shihan.

"Sure enough, Brother Song never forgot women."

"Is there another bowl?"

"Yeah, there's another bowl. Brother Song only has a daughter-in-law at the moment."

Yang Song ate the last bowl by himself.

Sitting in the middle, Mr. Lu was in charge of mixing the noodles. He did the first and second mixing, but there was no response yet. Wait until the third mixing.

goo goo goo...

The two judges next to them began to swallow their saliva.

"How on earth is this fried sauce made? Why is it so fragrant?"

With stirring, the aroma of Yang Song's fried sauce wafted away, to be precise, it was completely volatile.

"Old Lu, it's my fault. You are too old, how can I let you cook noodles?"

"It's still me, the three of us, I am the youngest, young and strong."

"Get out of here."

Zhajiang noodles, the process of mixing Zhajiang is a lot of fun.

Mr. Lu quickly mixed it three more times, and it was completely mixed.

This seemed to be a signal, and the judges on both sides of Lu Lao lowered their chopsticks as fast as lightning, and scooped noodles into their own bowls.

Originally thought, they were bound to fight over the face.

As a result, the chopsticks were released and pulled into the bowl, and the sides were automatically separated.

"Three noodles?"

Yang Song gave the three of them a bowl of noodles. In fact, there were only three noodles in it, but these three noodles were long enough.

Each of them has a stick, which is three small bowls.

"So mysterious? Let me taste it."

Ashikaga Kenjiro couldn't help being nervous: "Do you think you can do magic?"

One noodle per person, tangy and tangy, with vegetables and noodles, it is very convenient to eat.

"This face has bullet teeth!"

"This sauce is fragrant, fragrant, and delicious!"

"And why is the shredded cucumber so refreshing?"

"Scallions are always fragrant, and there is a sense of layering. How do you do it?"

The three judges ate all the vegetables and noodles, but couldn't figure it out, so they unconsciously scraped the sauce on the wall of the bowl.

"The scallion oil is boiled very well. It maintains the cooked aroma of the scallions and the sweetness of the raw scallions. It echoes well after being cooked for a lifetime. It's so delicious."

"There is also this fried sauce, the meat inside tastes very textured, the burnt and crispy meat is fried, the soft and juicy lean meat, Chef Yang actually combined the fat and lean meat of pork belly Separated? This saber technique simply breaks through human imagination."

What is pork belly?
Fat and thin, the two are inseparable, this is pork belly.

If you want to distinguish the fat and thin of pork belly, you will test your eyesight and knife skills.

"Separate the fat and thin pork belly?" Ashikaga Kenjiro opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to close it for a long time: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, did you old guys eat something wrong?"

The average age of the three judges is only 45 years old, and the oldest Lu Lao is only 50 years old.

"When He Guo went to invite us, he behaved like his third grandson. What is he doing with his face now?"

Ashikaga Kenjiro ran to Yang Song's stove: "Give me a taste of your fried sauce."

Yang Song frowned and didn't want to give it.

"Don't pretend to be confused, I saw that you fried a lot and put them in that ceramic jar." He pointed to the [-]ml porcelain jar next to him.

Yang Song: "I can give you a taste, but it's not free."

"Why? I can also give you a taste of my jajang." Ashikaga Kenjiro also did a lot, just to pretend to be aggressive after winning.

"Here, try what champion fried sauce is!" He planned to pretend after winning.

Yang Song: "In China, freeloading is not popular."

Ashikaga Kenjiro was furious: "How much? I'll give it to you."

He took out his wallet and took out a large handful of colorful banknotes.

Yang Song: "Cash only accepts soft sister coins."

"I didn't!" He yelled at Yang Song.

"Credit card or mobile phone transfer is fine."

Ashikaga Kenjiro couldn't transfer money by mobile phone, so he swiped his card, and Chen Ming delivered the POS machine neatly.

"600 yuan, thank you." Yang Song said, dug a spoonful of sauce into the bowl, and handed it to Ashikaga Kenjiro.

Chen Ming twitched the corner of his mouth: Brother Song is a bit dark.

Ashikaga Kenjiro stuffed the sauce into his mouth, and was about to let out a little snort regardless, and then said two sharp sarcastic remarks.

He froze, as if struck by a chain of lightning.

"This fried sauce has a rich sauce and the aroma of the pork cubes. People can't help but chew the meat. After chewing, the crisp and juicy meat is perfectly unified with the thicker soy sauce. Followed by The slightly sweet onion and scallion grains, as well as the scallion oil hidden in it, are very refreshing and fragrant, how can you think so refreshingly?"

This reminded Kenjiro Ashikaga of his own childhood.

It was in the countryside, and his grandma would always make fried noodles for him. The green onions pulled from the field, with dewdrops, were like crystal pearls, crystal clear, and the pork was bought just killed in the morning. Pork is soaked in ice cubes in water.

Kenjiro Ashikaga, who was sweating all over outside, can finish a big bowl every time.

"This sauce actually tastes like my childhood grandma."

Ashikaga Kenjiro's eyes were moist.

His grandmother may not be able to separate the fat and lean pork belly, but the taste of his childhood grandmother's fried noodles is the best taste in Ashikaga Kenjiro's memory.

Only the sauce squeezed out by Yang Song can awaken the beautiful memories.

"So what? If the sauce is fried well, it doesn't mean you win. Don't forget, in addition to the sauce, there are also noodles. My noodles this time are better than yours, and the judges have already praised you." Already!"

Ashikaga Kenjiro said again: "And I have a more precise grasp of the heat. The sauce is poured on the noodles as soon as it is cooked."

(End of this chapter)