Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Stephen Chow won No.1 with the Sixiang jelly pot made with sea cucumber, abalone, small quail, and tiger bone wine.

Immediately behind was Zhang Tianyang, who followed closely behind with a Shandong cuisine jelly oil fried double crisp.

The creativity of the third Sichuan cuisine master overlaps with that of the second one. He cooks Sichuan cuisine hot and crispy, but because the dishes are served late, he ranks third.

As for Tang Niu, due to lack of talent, he couldn't control the heat of jelly pot well, so he made jelly eight treasures into dry pot mushrooms.

Seeing that the stage was cleaned, the relaxed Wang Xuebin stepped onto the stage again, looked at the last three people, and said with a smile:

"The knockout round is coming to an end, and the three of them can be regarded as the top culinary talents.

But as a chef, the most important thing is to satisfy the people who eat. The last question is to make [-] servings of staple food, and let [-] public judges decide whether you will stay or not.

There are no requirements, whoever can satisfy them will be the final winner, everyone, get ready to act! "

Chapter 129 Return of the God of Cookery (Two in One)

For a chef, the most difficult thing is not cooking, but not knowing what to cook.

Just like a school bully, if you give him a test paper, he can easily get full marks, if you give him a blank sheet of paper, he can only draw you a fluffy hair.

One hundred judges come from all over the world. Everyone has different eating habits. Difficulty is not a joke. It is very difficult to please everyone.

At this time, it depends on the choice of the chef, whether to be aggressive and make a dish that everyone likes, or to be conservative to please some people, while others give up strategically.

This is a tough choice!

At this point, the strength that supports the chefs on the stage is no longer honor or money, but psychological pride. There is only one God of Cookery, why can't it be me?

"What are they doing?"

"Why hasn't it started yet?"

"Could it be that listening to the questions is silly, isn't it just a staple food? I can do it myself!"

The audience watched the three chefs who were not moving, and gradually became noisy.

The three people on the stage ignored the din of the audience, but carefully observed the members of the jury. As the top chefs, their pride did not allow them to flinch.

The three of them chose the most difficult path unanimously, relying on their own abilities to break through the barriers of taste buds and win everyone's votes.

Several judges also guessed their thoughts and explained to the camera:

"As a chef, you can never compromise on taste.

Thinking back when Mr. Huang Jinglin was a cook in the palace, many people derogated Sichuan cuisine as "only spicy, vulgar and rustic.

However, Mr. Huang never compromised with the taste, and thought hard, and finally created a classic dish of Sichuan cuisine, boiled cabbage, which swept away my grievances accumulated in Sichuan cuisine for a hundred years. "

Finally, the chef of Sichuan cuisine took the lead, and went forward to fetch rice, glutinous rice, glutinous rice, black rice, and a pile of nuts and honey, and asked the staff to set up a large pot and drawer, add water and boil it.

"Baby rice?"

Wang Xuebin can see clearly from below that the Sichuan cuisine chef cooks Baibao rice, which is actually a variant of Babao rice. It tastes sweet, fragrant and soft, and has a richer texture than Babao rice.

This is a tricky approach, because the taste is relatively simple, either sweet or salty, and there will be fewer obstacles.

Sweet and salty are the only two tastes that do not have taste barriers. No matter which country, sugar and salt are inseparable condiments. Purely sweet or salty will not have any obstacles.

But the [-] public judges in the audience are all people who have been influenced by food for several days. If it is purely sweet or salty, it will not be able to impress a group of gluttons.

Zhang Tianyang on the stage also moved. He took low-gluten flour, various vegetables, grains, fungi, meat, and eggs, returned to the operating table, and started kneading the dough.

"Hot water eggs? This is ready to make siu mai!"

The judges looked at Zhang Tianyang's kneading technique and guessed his plan.

"It's also steamed food. The taste of siu mai depends on the filling. Seeing that Master Zhang has prepared so many vegetables, it's obvious that he is going to make siu mai with different fillings!"

It is indeed a good way to make this kind of food with fillings. Different fillings have different tastes, and you can make dishes suitable for different people's tastes.

Wang Xuebin looked at the stage in a daze, silently speculating on their thoughts, and at the same time thinking about his own plan.

"What will the benefactor do if he enters the competition?"

Wang Xuebin's train of thought was interrupted by Master Mengyi's question, and he didn't care about it. After thinking about it, he replied:

"What I'm best at is big pot dishes, cooking in one pot, cabbage, tofu vermicelli, and other messy things. It's not difficult for a hundred people!"

Meng Yi heard the wayward plan and smiled:

"Isn't this a bit of a joke? Isn't the question given by the benefactor a staple food?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"The purpose of my question is because these public judges have been hungry for a long time. I hope that the three people on the stage can make some big food to satisfy them. The result of the competition has been set!"

There was no surprise on Master Nocturnal Nocturnal's expression.

That's right, the person who will be promoted this time has been decided, and it is none other than Zhang Tianyang.

The shady scene will always exist in the game, especially this time the game involves other countries, and the country pays more attention to it.

The way to pay attention is to arrange for a capable and obedient person to participate in the competition. Although Stephen Zhou and the others are also very capable, he is not a person in the system after all, so he is not easy to control.

Therefore, he will not be allowed to participate in the finals, even the God of Cookery. The country has been eradicated for a long time, so I don’t believe this.

He knew this news when he handed over the initiative of the game to the country, and he did not refuse, because the name of the God of Cookery can bring some real money to the country.

His only request at the time was to send a truly capable person to compete, so Zhang Tianyang, the chef of Diaoyutai, came.

He will advance to the finals, but whether he can become the God of Cookery depends on the arrangement of the country!

Not only them, but also other players have a lot of shady scenes.

Some contestants are sponsored by a brand. During the competition, contestants from other brands will be besieged together, and then a strong contestant will be sent to the final.

Although 1000 million US dollars is a lot, the name of the president of this association is even more valuable. When it comes to the right to speak in the food industry, it is worth any money.

The undercurrent this time is much deeper than the competition in the original book. Capital, politics, and ideology are all mixed together, and Wang Xuebin can't get to the bottom of it.

"Look! Stephen is moving!"

On the stage, Stephen Zhou took beef, arctic shrimp, eggs, rice and other ingredients, put them on the chopping board and began to process them.

He also seemed to know that this was his last match, so he fired all his firepower and didn't hold back.

Stephen Zhou didn't use any kitchen utensils, but directly beat the beef with his hands, every move was very mysterious.

"By the way, master, what kind of tools are Tang Niu and the others using, such as Yitianqie and Tulongzhan?"

Master Mengyi looked at Wang Xuebin, smiled and said:

"I put all these cooking skills in the Sutra Pavilion, and I have never prohibited the benefactor to watch it. Unfortunately, the benefactor has been in my temple for more than a month, but he has never stepped into the Sutra Pavilion. The poor monk has no choice!"

Wang Xuebin laughed after hearing this. At that time, he was a little conscientious, he was afraid of doing things, and he didn't dare to walk around at all. Every day was two o'clock and one line.

"Why, the benefactor will stay in Shaolin Temple for another two days? The scripture pavilion of the poor monk is still open for the benefactor!"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and said:

"Since I have missed it, it proves that these things have no destiny with me. Since there is no destiny, why bother to climb!"

Master Mengyi smiled mysteriously when he heard Wang Xuebin's words.

"Whether there is a fate or not, who can say for sure?"

......

"Welcome everyone back to our God of Cookery Competition. Let's take a look at the dishes of the three chefs. The first one is Baibao Rice. It has been cooked and is being distributed. Master Zhang's siu mai has also been successful. Only Master Zhou is left!"

Except for Stephen Zhou, everyone else has done well.

There are two small plates in front of Wang Xuebin, which are Baibao Rice and Shaomai.

His Hundred Treasure Rice is called Cherry Blossom Memories. It is made of cherries, various dried fruits, and cherry blossom honey. There are also cherry blossom petals on the plate as decorations, which are crystal clear and beautiful.

The siu mai is called Pearl of the Orient. The stuffing is composed of crab roe, crab meat, shrimp balls, and wheat. The siu mai steamed with Longjing tea has a fragrance of tea leaves.

"Only in terms of the taste of these two dishes, one is sweet and soft, the other is fragrant and mellow, both of which are delicious in color and flavor, it is really hard to tell them apart.

But in terms of production difficulty, Master Zhang is even better! "

After tasting, several judges began to make evaluations, and praised Master Zhang over and over from various aspects such as color, fragrance, taste, and nutritional value.

It is said that the chefs of Sichuan cuisine are very, very good, but Master Zhang is even better!

These people are all veterans who use money to do things, and they won't make mistakes in this matter.

At this time, a raging fire suddenly ignited on the stage, and a figure in the flames swayed left and right. It was Stephen Zhou.

"Wow! It's so explosive!"

The people in the audience were stunned. At first, some people panicked and thought it was an accident. Later, they found that the flames were all under Stephen's control. They were all relieved and stood up to enjoy this spectacular scene!

What Steven Zhou cooks is sizzling fried rice.

The whole piece of beef was completely broken by the fiber he beat, and after being marinated with the secret marinade, the taste was tender, juicy, and extremely soft.

"As expected of the God of Cookery!"

When the color and aroma of the food are deduced to the extreme, the appreciation becomes a new bonus item. From the stunned expressions of people, we can see their expectations for this dish.

Stephen slapped the chopping board on Monday, and the kitchen knife and shrimps flew into the air one after another. I saw him lightly holding the kitchen knife in his hand, and the shrimps disintegrated and fell on the iron plate as he waved it casually. This scene is full of grand master style.

There was thunderous applause at the scene.

"This is Newton's holiday! Fruit Ninjas are out..."

Wang Xuebin in the audience looked at this scene and couldn't help complaining.

No one at the scene questioned this kind of un-Newtonian thing. They all applauded, and some even got up to show their love, which really exceeded Wang Xuebin's expectations.

"Master, did you do this?"

Master Yumeng shook his head, smiled and said:

"Because He is the God of Cookery, when He cooks, no matter how grand the scene is, no one will question it!"

Wang Xuebin asked in surprise:

"It's over, don't you need to experience a setback or something?"

Meng Yi nodded.

"He figured it out by himself, why should he experience any setbacks, setbacks are never the goal, thinking and experience are!"

"Then do you think he can turn things around? In the scenes I have seen, you were the last to act, punishing the evil and promoting the good. You punished all the bad guys. How about this time?"

Nocturnal Ecstasy, no, it should be Avalokitesvara, he shook his head, and said softly:

"For the current Him, it is enough that everyone likes his cooking. As for winning or losing, it is no longer what He is obsessed with!"

Stephen Zhou handed out portions of fried rice, and he also smiled gratifiedly when he saw the happy smiles on everyone's faces as they tasted it.

"Judges! I admit defeat!"

"Ok?"

While several judges were still racking their brains to find a way to guide everyone's thinking, Stephen Zhou raised his hand, smiled and called out the word quit.

Looking at Stephen Zhou's actions, the Bodhisattva said with relief:

"It is not a good thing to have bodhisattvas appearing in this world, but a kind of sorrow. Only when the world is in ruins and the people are in dire straits, can people hope that gods and Buddhas will come to rescue them. Where are the gods and Buddhas?"

Seeing the surprised expressions of the judges, Stephen Zhou spread his hands and said:

"It can't be done, I burned my eyes while cooking just now, and I need to recuperate for a while, so I can't participate in the next competition!"

The judges suppressed the joy in their hearts when they heard the words, and they all cared:

"Mr. Zhou, are you okay, do you need to call a doctor?"

Stephen Zhou shook his head.

"Small things, don't worry!"

With that said, he picked up two plates of fried rice, came to Zhang Tianyang and the others, handed them to them and said:

"I'm stopping here, I leave it to you to win glory for the country!"

Both of them didn't understand, and Stephen Zhou didn't explain. He patted their shoulders and left with a smile.

In the leaving figure, there is a demeanor of a bamboo stick and straw shoes lightly surpassing a horse, which is heartbreaking.

Looking at Stephen Zhou's leaving figure, Zhang Tianyang lowered his head and took a bite of the fried rice, then stopped suddenly. The taste of the fried rice was very ordinary, ordinary like a product from a street food stall.

However, every grain of rice can taste the overflowing sense of happiness, which is a realm that he has been pursuing for half his life.