God of Cookery Live Room

Chapter 19 Like a Tornado

Chen Er lifted the lid of the brewed tea cup very slowly, then took out a small translucent jade bottle, and gently poured a few drops of liquid into it.

The game clock just struck.

A special person came over and took away the tea from the contestants one by one.

A long table was set up in front of the front camera, and dozens of judges from the jury stood up one after another and began to score.

The referees took a look at the tea, first to see the fineness of the tea, and then to smell the fragrance.If these two items fail to meet the standards, they will be directly given a yellow card for elimination.

There are less than [-] cups of tea left, and the referee will choose the one that looks good, taste it, and then score it to make a choice.

Of course, there are also some referees who simply score based on the aroma and color of the tea soup.

For tea masters, there is no need to sip some tea to know whether it is good tea.

As for the fans in the live broadcast room, most of them saw this kind of tea ceremony event for the first time, and they were quite excited for a while.

For this qualifying match, Chen Er is quite confident.So he just stood there quietly.

There is neither the excitement of the fans in the live broadcast room nor the tension of the contestants on the spot.

The man in the white shirt who had just talked to him poked his head again.

Pointing at a referee with a beard, he said, "In a qualifying competition like this with tens of thousands of people participating, only good tea can attract the referees to pick it up and taste it. Unlike other people's tea, most referees can give scores immediately with just one look. .”

He was very proud of what he said. It seemed that the tea in the referee's hand was his.

Chen Er raised his eyes and saw that the referee just took a sip of the teacup in his hand, and then kept nodding, seemingly quite satisfied.

Chen Er sniffed lightly, and he smelled a high-alcohol aroma mixed with a touch of fresh sweetness, which is the unique aroma style of Keemun black tea.

It is indeed a bit of a skill to choose Keemun black tea, known as the "Queen of Black Tea", in the qualifying round.

However, he didn't know the temperature of the tea well enough, maybe he was a little anxious during the operation.Because the water temperature is not high enough, the unique aroma of Keemun black tea is not cooked out.

The brewed top Keemun black tea is sweet and pure, mellow and fresh.A bit like the fresh sweet smell of ripe cherries rinsed in mountain spring water.

Obviously, the cup of Keemun black tea in front of him is not enough.

Seeing Chen Er's indifferent appearance, the man in the white shirt suddenly became unhappy.

"What's your expression? Is the tea I made not good enough?"

Chen Er said calmly, "If you can make the water boil on the stove for ten more seconds, you can make better tea."

When the other party heard this, he immediately exploded.

"It sounds like you understand it very well. Do you know what kind of tea this is? This is Keemun black tea of ​​the ceremony tea level! I'm afraid you can't even afford a single tea leaf!"

After speaking, he glared at Chen Er angrily.

Chen Er glanced at him speechlessly.

Obviously he was the one who asked himself, and now that he has made it clear, he is still angry?
The referee on the stage suddenly shouted, "Who is No. 3571!"

Chen Er was stunned for a moment, and saw a referee holding his own teacup in his hand, looking anxious, his eyes were constantly scanning the audience, his eyeballs almost popped out, and he didn't know if he was angry Still in a hurry.

The man in the white shirt at the side quickly glanced at the number plate on Chen Er's body, and then showed a happy expression, "Your boy is number 3571!"

The fans in the live broadcast room were a little worried when they saw the referee's appearance of eating people.

"The referee suddenly yelled just now, which scared the baby to death!"

"What's wrong with the referee? Is there something wrong with the host's tea?"

"How is it possible, with the host's tea cooking skills, how could something go wrong!"

"I beg the anchor not to be eliminated! I still want the anchor to slap those NCs in the face!"

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, and there were a few familiar IDs in the bullet screen, sneering and sarcastic.

A place where cherry blossoms are in full bloom: "It was so popular before that I thought it was so powerful, but I didn't expect that I would be photographed to death on the road just after setting off."

Sunny: "The one in front, don't jump to conclusions before the dust settles, otherwise what will you do if you get slapped in the face?"

Chen Er was not worried, he knew very well that with his own strength, passing the qualifying round was almost a certainty.

So he stood up boldly, "I am number 3571."

The referee helped his eyes on the bridge of his nose, stared hard and said, "It's really you? Quick! Come up!"

Chen Er was a little curious now.

Under the referee's eager eyes, he stepped onto the high platform.

The eyes of dozens of referees around him and countless contestants in the audience fell on him one after another.

Chen Er, who was already used to live media footage off stage, finally felt a little nervous.

The referee's next words completely made him focus on the tea, and he relaxed at the same time.

The referee wearing glasses kept staring at his small eyes, "The taste of your tea is very unique. Several of us referees have tasted it, but we can't tell exactly what kind of tea it is!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

These referees are all well-known tea ceremony masters, but what is it that they can't even taste the tea brewed by a contestant?
Could it be that this young man's tea cooking skills are superior to the referee's?

And the man in the white shirt who was watching the fun just now suddenly suppressed his smile and looked at the stage intently.

Chen Er was quite surprised.

Several referees standing in front of him couldn't help but speak.

"I think it's white peony. You can see that the tea soup is slightly reddish. White peony tea is the leaf base that is tender and complete, the veins are slightly red, and it is distributed among the green leaves. It has the reputation of "wrapped in red"!"

Another referee disagreed, "I think it's scented tea. The tea has the freshness of dew and the fragrance of flowers. You can't go wrong!"

The referee who asked Chen Er to take the stage shook his head and said, "At first I thought it was scented tea, but after thinking about it, I found it wrong. The scent of flowers in this tea is too weak, not like ordinary scented tea..."

He thought for a while and then said, "Moreover, this tea leaf is shaped like a silver needle, with dense white coating and a color as white as silver. It tastes slightly sour when chewed. I guess this is a silver needle!"

So the referees stared at Chen Er eagerly, waiting for his answer.

Chen Er couldn't bear the look, and coughed dryly and said, "This tea is made from silver needles."

So the referees who guessed wrong sighed.

Then he said in a flurry of tongues, "You can make such an incomparable flavor from white silver needles, young man, your tea-making skills are really good!"

Chen Er behaved very calmly, because he knew his level, so he would not have too many emotional fluctuations when he was praised.

Fans in the live broadcast room were very happy.

Sunny: "Hahaha, Chen Laoshi is mighty! What did I just say? Don't be too quick to draw conclusions!"

Stewed Pork Vermicelli: "The slap in the face came too fast, like a tornado!"

"Riding a snail to run to a well-off life and presenting anchor Chen Er with 10 polar bears!"

"Eat a catty and give anchor Chen Er 10 polar bears!"

"A tiger in my heart gave anchor Chen Er 20 polar bears!"

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(End of this chapter)