I really can't control myself

Master Xie's words naturally made people a little confused. What did he mean by laughing buns? However, someone soon discovered the problem, because at this time, the strange laughter really came from the dishes of Master Xie that had been placed on the plate next to him, and each piece was quite creepy.

"It's true, it's really the buns he made that are laughing, I heard it too." The audience pointed at the dishes over there and said.

"What's going on? Why are buns laughing?"

"What's going on?" Logan here was also a little confused, but his surprise didn't last too long, because he quickly went up and picked up a bun that was laughing, took a quick look, and with his experience as a pastry chef, he immediately saw the clues.

"So that's why, you actually fried the buns." Logan smiled, "How naive, thinking that this unconventional approach can win? Are you looking down on my Bai Luo family's Four Gods Seafood Eight Treasure Buns?"

"Okay, okay, the paper score is -10, bring it up quickly." Linton above couldn't help but say.

"Huh? Why?" Master Xie here wanted to fight back with words, but after hearing Linton's words of -10, he couldn't help but question.

"Nonsense, this dish can be down-to-earth, but not down-to-earth. Who would think that a bun that makes a weird laugh is interesting? It's a completely scary bad taste, okay." Linton couldn't help but say, "Next time, can you try to make things according to normal people's thinking."

"Puff, haha, snack boy, did you hear that?" Logan originally wanted to taunt and provoke a few words, but Linton's words were obviously more lethal. Now Master Xie's situation is the same as when Linton just called him ugly, which is officially certified. The emperor above said you are down-to-earth, and you are down-to-earth.

"No..." Master Xie was dissatisfied. He had made interesting dishes, but how could it be called a grounding mansion?

He wanted to retort, but it was Linton who said it. As for the strength shown by Linton so far, even Master Xie didn't know what to say. After all, the last person who argued with him, Tang Sanjie, had his name changed by him with an imperial decree. Do you think he is a reasonable person?

"Hurry up and serve it." Linton really didn't mean to argue with him, so a few etiquette ladies came over and served the dishes made by Master Xie to the stage.

"It's really a magic dish." Linton looked at the golden fried buns in his hand, and it really made a strange laugh when he held it in his hand. Then do you think this thing is reasonable or not?

It is said that the principle of sound generation is that the air passes through the cracks, causing the dice-shaped beef particles inside to collide and make sounds. It sounds like a reasonable scientific explanation. But the problem is that this is completely theoretical. You should explain why you can still laugh when this thing has been out of the pot for so long.

Linton took a bite and the next moment, he felt the gravy splashing and filling his entire mouth in an instant. It can be said that it was juicy and it felt like eating a soup dumpling.

So the magic meaning is even more obvious. This is really too tender and juicy. Linton also tasted the things inside. It was indeed vermicelli and beef cubes, and the taste can only be described as abnormal. It doesn't even feel like the taste that normal humans can make.

But no matter how it is made, it is really delicious. Linton drank three in one breath and then stopped.

"Well, it's very good." Linton nodded, "Fresh and juicy, the taste is really impeccable."

"What? How is this possible?" Hearing Linton's words, Logan was obviously a little confused. Linton actually said fresh and juicy, but how is this possible? He is a pastry chef, so he knows that frying the buns like this will cause the loss of the gravy inside, so how can it be fresh and juicy.

"Haha, you are ignorant, old man." Master Xie said with a smile, "The secret to preventing the loss of gravy is..."

"Sponge plus 502, right?" Linton couldn't help saying.

"Huh?" This made Master Xie stunned, "What is 502? No, it's not sponge plus 502 at all, okay? It's vermicelli! Vermicelli!"

"What is vermicelli?" Logan seemed to understand something suddenly, "So that's it, using vermicelli to absorb the gravy and retain the deliciousness inside the buns..."

"No, you really believe it, right? I barely believe it when I say it's a sponge, but I really don't believe it when I say it's a vermicelli. If you use magic, use magic, why do you have to say it's a scientific principle?" Linton couldn't help saying while eating.

"It's really vermicelli, okay? Can't you taste it?" Master Xie couldn't help saying.

"I tasted it, so I said it was magic. You can't use the old noodles that are 1600 years old." Linton said speechlessly.

Linton said this because when Logan was kneading the dough just now, he deliberately showed the old noodles that were said to be passed down by their Bai Luo family for 1600 years. It seems that the fermentation of dough will be particularly fast. Of course, if you use common sense to think about it, you will know how ridiculous this thing is. It is also a kind of cooking magic.

But for some reason, this world always likes to put a layer of scientific explanation on some things that are obviously related to magic, just... I don't know what they are trying to do.

"Anyway, let's start the evaluation now." Master Jie wanted to say something, but Linton raised his voice directly.

Hearing this, both sides suddenly became quiet.

Although Logan and Master Jie were both very blunt, the two three-minute dishes they made when they greeted each other just now actually made them understand each other's strength.

In their hearts, they both recognized each other's level. It depends on how good the dishes are this time.

"Then I declare that the winner of the second round of the Imperial Cuisine Contest, the Dim Sum Contest, is..." Linton dragged out a long tone. It must be said that the referee's job is actually quite interesting. Not only can you eat a lot of high-end dishes, but you can also appreciate the various expressions of the contestants, such as the anxious expressions of the two people below now.

"No winner." Linton finally chose the result of a draw.

"What? What does no winner mean?" The two said at the same time.

"It's a draw." Linton said, "The dishes on both sides are very good, so let's call it a draw."

"This is impossible! How can I tie with this kid (this old man)!" The two shouted at each other at the same time, and after a pause, they said at the same time, "Don't imitate my speech, kid (old man)!"

"These two are unexpectedly in sync." Ryan next to him couldn't help but hold his forehead.