Super Physical Science Master

Chapter 84 Game
"No chicken? Then what are you doing with this old hen?" Bai Ya blinked, puzzled.

Tianman didn't answer him, just smiled, stomped his feet suddenly, and shook the chicken breast and ribs in the bucket into the air, and at the same time a powerful aura emanated from his body.

Stretching out his hand and lifting it, the kitchen knife on the desk immediately flew into his hand, Tianman jumped up, and slashed at the ingredients in the air with lightning speed, the speed was so fast that the arm and the kitchen knife could no longer be seen clearly, leaving only crippled lines. film.

In the countless cold light, the chicken breasts and ribs only made a dull "crack" tearing sound, and were instantly crushed into minced meat!

The minced meat was like a puddle of soft mud, plopping into the pot, splashing out the water in the pot.

Then Tianman immediately lit a fire, as if he wanted to cook the minced meat.

"Do you want to make chicken soup?" Bai Ya was still puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

"Of course not, as I said just now, there is no chicken in my dishes." Tianman washed the picked ginger, cut it into slices, tied a bunch of green onion knots, and put them into the pot together.

Although Bai Ya knew how to eat, his culinary skills were naturally not as good as Tianman, a student who lived alone all year round, so he happened to be squatting aside, quietly watching Tianman's performance.After asking twice, Tianman said that chicken wasn't his thing, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in his gourd, so he didn't ask any more questions.

At this moment, Tianman was staring at the firewood burning in the stove, crackling and sparking from time to time, gradually falling into deep thought.

"This fire isn't big enough, I'm afraid it won't be able to achieve the effect I want. I wonder if there is any charcoal here." Tianman suddenly looked up at Liu Ruonan, and was about to ask, but suddenly caught a glimpse of Liu Axing, who was diagonally above him, suddenly activated his thoughts, It continuously poured out from the palm of the hand, landed on the stove, turned into a ball of fiery red light, and even heated the frying pan to red in an instant!

"So it's still possible to do this!" Tianman's eyes flashed, and he realized it instantly, and he followed suit. He released his thoughts, turned them into heat, and directly acted on the pot where the chicken was cooked.

"This thought power is really convenient, it can be transformed into the energy of all things..."

Tianman muttered to himself, but his hands never stopped, until the soup in the pot boiled, overflowing with bursts of fragrance.

Half an hour later, under the high temperature caused by the power of mind, half of the soup in the pot evaporated directly. The effect was even more significant than that of a pressure cooker!
"it is good!"

Tianman saw that the soup gradually became thick and white, so he quickly picked it up, took out all the meat, and put it aside.

"Okay?" Bai Ya supported his chin with both hands, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Well, the preparations are done, let's start cooking in earnest." Tianman dumped all the chicken and ribs, stretched out his hand, and immediately a few bright yellow cabbage suddenly flew up from the pile of vegetables and ran towards His desk.Wash the Chinese cabbage, and then carefully tear off the tendons on the cabbage stems one by one. The leaves of the cabbage are still intact, and there is no sign that the tendons have been torn off.

Seeing this, Bai Ya couldn't help exclaiming: "You dumped the chicken? Is this cabbage the main ingredient you're going to cook?"

"En." Tianman agreed to him without raising his head, only caring about his busy work.

"Just a few cabbage leaves, this is too shabby!" Bai Ya frowned, feeling very uneasy.

He desperately recalled all the delicacies he had eaten, but there were almost no hard dishes with cabbage as the main ingredient. It seemed that this kind of vegetable was always just a foil, used by people to clear the fat in the stomach, or to reconcile the stomach. The greasy taste of fish and meat.

No matter how you look at it, cabbage has no possibility of becoming the main ingredient. Its commonness and bland taste really cannot support a hard dish.

However, Tianman didn't seem to hear Bai Ya's words, just immersed himself in his work, and continued to work on the cooking at hand.

Another quarter of an hour later, Tianma has entered the final step. All the ingredients are placed in the pot for cooking, waiting for the final seasoning.

With more than half an hour left, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around and found that about seven or eight people were also entering the final stage of cooking.

The atmosphere in the entire examination room gradually became tense.

While everyone was busy, they couldn't help but glance at others, secretly competing in their hearts.

The candidates who come to take this exam are basically from a family of chefs, or they have a demanding pursuit of cooking skills. They want to obtain the highest honor of chefs, become a member of the Oriental Fantasy Guild, become a special chef, and gain recognition in the global food industry. People like Tianma who just want to eat more delicious food and absorb more unknown genes are really rare.

In short, for Tianma, the competition is very fierce, and the opponent is very strong.

Fortunately, he used to like to study cooking skills in his spare time and was good at cooking Sichuan cuisine. Otherwise, he would not have had the courage to take such an exam.

At the same time, because of the decline of all industries in this era, all kinds of skills are lagging behind the 21st century, and cooking is no exception, which is also a big advantage for Tianma.

At this moment, Liu Axing has also entered the final stage.

I saw him holding a pair of flying knives, chopping it on the chopping board suddenly, chopped a ball of milky white, vaguely translucent fresh meat into froth, then took two wooden sticks, and beat the minced meat fiercely, until the case was broken. The earthquake made a "dong dong" sound.

"Does the young master want to steam the meatloaf? Or make meatballs?" Tianman murmured to himself, fascinated.

When Tianman was staring at Liu Axing, there was a loud shout from the corner of the square.

"It's done! President, I've done it!"

Everyone turned their heads and found that it was Wei Jiyangyi who was dressed in white, and he was holding up the plate with a smile on his face at the moment.

The plate was covered by a cover, and it was impossible to see what the dishes he cooked were, so there was a trace of curiosity in everyone's eyes.

No matter what competition or exam you do, the first person to complete it always needs courage.

Because when the examiner judges the first person's work, it is often difficult to grasp the score because there is no reference to other people's works, and usually forms two extremes, either very high or very low.

But as long as the work is a little passable, the examiner will generally score above the average. In the whole examination process, the beginning and the end are usually the same. Only the middle part of the work will be scored very strictly, and the score will naturally not be high.

In the field of psychology, this is also called "game".

Everyone secretly guessed that Wei Jiyangyi obviously knew this way well and had enough confidence in his own creations, so he scrambled to finish the dishes, hoping to get a score above the average, as long as he could pass the first course smoothly Dishes, go to the next round.

Some people have even regretted not doing it faster and striving to be the first to present their work.

"Bring it up." Liu Ruonan opened his eyes and spoke slowly.

Under the complicated eyes of everyone, Wei Jiyang happily presented the plate to Liu Ruonan respectfully.

However, the moment the lid was lifted, everyone in the square widened their eyes, covered their mouths and noses, and at the same time were horrified!

Because there are no dishes on the plate, it is clearly a few golden stools floating in the light yellow soup, sinking and floating with the soup!

"This... what kind of dish is this?"

"If you dare to give such a vulgar thing to the president, I'm afraid this kid will be banned from cooking for life!"

(End of this chapter)