[Comprehensive] Did the judge lose hair today?

"I said Guangzhong, are you not nervous?"

Lan Jinghuan looked at the cameras in front of him and felt inexplicably trembling. Taking advantage of the opportunity to choose ingredients, he approached Candlestick Chee for comfort: "Please give me some advice on how to relax. If I do this, I will never be able to perform well during training." At that time, the old man will chop me up with a kitchen knife."

"Did you see those people in the auditorium?" Candlestick picked out the red beans carefully, and raised his chin to their position, "As long as I think that this time it is for them to eat, I don't feel anything else at all." gone."

Lan Jinghuan looked at the old man on the judging panel, the other party accidentally met his eyes, and immediately cast a threatening look from a place that the camera couldn't see.

This day is over.

There was a desolate little snowflake in his heart. Lan Jinghuan patted his face and focused his attention on the ingredients in front of him. These were the highest quality fresh ingredients that the main committee specially shipped from all over the world for the event. He and Guangzhong Personally, I usually use the ordinary quality bought in the vegetable market. No matter whether it is a success or a failure this time, just being able to touch these cute little guys is not a loss.

The little snowflakes turned into pink petals. Lan Jinghuan felt the ingredients with his own hands. The more he touched the ingredients, the happier he was. By the time he picked out the parts he wanted to use and returned them to the cooking table, he could already ignore the camera lens. There was a thin layer of blush on his face, and the blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, fluttered between his fingers.

It seems to be no problem.

Candlestick took the time to glance at his little friend. He could finally feel relieved about Jing Huan's current state. As long as this person can immerse himself in his world, then from the moment he comes out, the cooking table is his kingdom. Foodstuffs are his most loyal subjects.

Then I have to get serious.

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and Candlestick cut his eyes on the ingredients on the table with the attitude of observing the opponent's weakness during the battle. He wanted to keep the most essential part, use the best ingredients, match his heart, and make the most delicious Daifuku for his family to eat.

"Oh! Mi-chan is getting serious!"

From the beginning of the game, in order to prevent the noise in the auditorium from affecting the performance of the players, the staff raised a high sound-proof glass wall and erected it between the arena and the audience. With this protection, no matter how loud the surrounding audience is, Exaggerated amazement, the contestants inside can concentrate on the matter at hand.

"It does look different, it seems that the handsomeness has increased a lot in an instant."

Cang Li also added, as for the basis of his words, just listen to the screams of those girls next to him whose screams have inexplicably increased several degrees, they are the best proof.

"Mi-chan's popularity is so high." Taiko Bell sighed softly as he looked at the young ladies next to him who were comparable to star-chasers, "Looking at this formation, it's no different from Qingguang and the others."

"That's what people do with the things they like."

Fudo Xingguang's focus is different from others. He is looking at a chef with a variety of wines on the cooking table. Xuan's bartending, different liquors mixed together, mixed with ice cubes made a clattering sound.

The poured wine is like clear amber, and the swaying appearance is the most beautiful sunset lake.

Fu Xingguang not only didn't think it was gimmicky for this person's showy performance, but also wanted to give him [-] points.

The transparent glass wall set up by the main committee originally created a sense of an open back kitchen, and the chef's cooking skills are also a means to attract customers. At least many people's eyes can't help but stay on this person. And the big bowl of thick chocolate sauce on his table is also quite attractive.

"Liquor chocolate."

There is more than one kind of wine that has been mixed. There are more than a dozen glasses neatly arranged on the table, as if there are more than a dozen crystal clear gems in them. The chef doesn't know what method he used. After adding an unknown transparent powder and stirring it with a glass rod, the wine turned into a viscous liquid like honey.

"I really want to eat and see."

Cang Li looked at the big pot of chocolate sauce and couldn't take his eyes off: "It has a special nutty aroma, but it's a special kind of good smell. I don't know what it tastes like when paired with a wine-flavored sandwich."

"If you let Candlestick know that what you want to eat is someone else's work, he should be sad."

With a single sentence from Hasebe, Candlestick Kiri got back to the spot, Taiko Bell immediately looked at Candlestick Kiri's position unswervingly.

Judging from the materials piled on the table, what the candlesticks are made of is the most common dim sum, Daifuku, and what is presented on the side plate are red beans that look even the same size.

"Isn't it too late to soak your hair now?"

Yi Zhen murmured, who once helped in the kitchen, but he remembered that when making this kind of dim sum before, candlesticks had to soak the red beans a day in advance, so that it would be easy to soak the red beans during the cooking process the next day. The beans are boiled for flavor.

"Ah ah ah ah ah Mi-chan can't do anything good, why must he be Daifuku."

Taiko Bell also thought of this, holding his head and howling, cooking beans now even if the event is over, there will be no good results. Could it be that Mi-chan is stupid?

Facts have proved that it was actually Fu Sangshen, the onlookers, who were stupid.

Candlestick Cut put an iron pot on the stove, squatted down and ignited the stove, probably in order to restore the original fragrance of red beans, he chose to fry red beans with firewood.

Taiko Bell's concern is already within the consideration of Candlestick Cutting. Simply stir-fry the beans before cooking, and it will save a lot of time when cooking.

The untamable firewood is like the most obedient child under the hands of the candlestick. Let it be big and make it big, and let it be small and small.

This is all due to the good skill he practiced when he forged a kitchen knife for himself before. The sword was originally tempered in the fire. As the candlestick of Fusangshen, he showed his unparalleled ability to control these flames.

He first tested the temperature on the pot, picked up the cloth bag next to it and poured out half a pot of clean fine sand, first turned the sand to get rid of the moisture in it, and saw the timing, he poured out a whole plate of red beans.

Stir-frying red beans is easy to say, but it is quite difficult to achieve exactly that degree.

After all, people are not red beans, so how can we know exactly when the water inside the red beans is taken away by the sand, and when it is time to cook them?

But Candlestick knows it.

He shook the pot vigorously, and lifted all the red beans and sand that were rolling in the pot into the air. The fine sand and the fine-grained red beans mixed in it were about to fall on the cooking table and roll around. A piece of gauze wrapped it All the red beans and fine sand also leaked from the holes in the gauze.

Then the people who were attracted by Candlestick Cut's action found that the fine sand returned to the iron pot as it was, and really didn't know how Candlestick Cut accomplished two almost impossible things in a short moment.

"I give this performance 99 points, not one more point is for fear of his pride."

Cangli hugged his arms and groaned twice, he wouldn't say that he also sweated for the candlestick just now, but Taidao, who successfully tricked the entire venue, told them that it was just a false alarm.

The next step is to cook the beans, twist the bean paste and knead the dough step by step.

In order to cater to the tastes of different people, the simple red bean filling is divided into two types: fine red bean paste and bean skin.After the filling is done, Candlestick Cut only needs to wrap the bean filling with glutinous rice flour, which is completed earlier than others.

There are two small dumplings on each of the plates on the table. Through the translucent outer skin, you can see the red bean paste underneath. It should be for the convenience of eating. The size, you can experience full happiness when you pick it up and stuff it in your mouth.

The judges' portion had already been sent up on a trolley pushed by the staff, and the portion for other audience members was taken away, while the portion for Cang Li and the others was delivered by Candlestick Che himself.

But for Cangli and the others, it looks much bigger, the size that a normal Dafu should have.

"Master God Judge." Candlestick scratched his cheeks a little embarrassedly, "Although I have made Daifuku before, I promise this is the best one."

Cang Li squeezed the dumpling with both hands: "This time it won't be the best."

"Ok?"

"Do it for me next time."

Candlestick cut a smile: "Well, I will make it for you next time."

This inexplicable atmosphere of mutual favor between master and servant makes others feel that they have become a huge light bulb to disturb them, but when they bite off the soft glutinous rice skin, they can't put other things in their minds .

tasty!

These two words hit their souls heavily, sweeping their bodies and minds with indescribable arrogance.

It should be a soft outer skin, because the candlestick cuts have been beaten and kneaded into a rather tough existence, and it still has a wonderful springy feeling when biting. The stuffing inside has an incredible taste, and the sweet stuffing that I usually eat The ingredients are different, and the candlestick cut seems not to add much other seasonings, but it highlights the fragrance of beans.

And its own sweetness.

The fineness of the red bean paste is in sharp contrast to the one with skin, but the same thing is that they are all very delicious. The most fascinating thing is the emotion that the chef himself gives to the food, the warmth that spreads from the heart, People can't help showing a happy smile.

It's just that the size of one bite is not enough to eat. Many people who have eaten Daifuku have recovered from their happiness and cast their resentful eyes on Candlestick Che.

Chef Chef, give us another treat.

At this time, the chef has already walked to his cooking table and started to tidy up.

Lan Jinghuan rushed to Candlestick Cut's side, the cage on his cooking table was emitting a faint steam: "Brother, Brother, what about my share, don't think that I can't come here to catch a stutter because I'm a contestant. "

"Eat yours."

The candlestick cut its head and threw the remaining Dafu back without looking back. Lan Jinghuan accurately caught Dafu with his mouth, chewed it twice and stood still.

"Is your pot gone?"

Five seconds later, the candlestick reminded him.

"I suddenly thought of how my grandfather taught me how to cook when I was a child." Lan Jinghuan's hands hanging by the side trembled slightly, "I haven't thought about those things in the past for a long time. Now that I think about it, I want to run to Give the old man a good hug at the judges' table."

"When you win the award, you can naturally hug it openly."

"Then thank you for your encouragement."

Lan Jinghuan waved to the candlestick handsomely, and walked quickly back to his cage, the more dense water vapor covered his expression, and also hid his moist eyes.

Food that can evoke soft feelings in people's hearts is too cheating.Lan Jinghuan blinked his eyes a few more times before forcing back the tears, it's over, it's over, the old man must have been moved to tears after eating this food, and it's time to comfort him after the event is over.

After turning off the fire and moving the pot, it was time for Lan Jinghuan's peach blossom cake to be served.