delicious life

reverberate.

"By the way, where is Duan?" Antoine looked around, but he didn't see the Asian man who usually stayed with the students.

"He...he might be busy with a meeting at the company, so he won't come..."

Mo Ci faltered, dodging the teacher's bright eyes, as if he remembered something, his cheeks were hot, he took a few steps back, and made up reasons indiscriminately.

"How could that kid not come at a critical time, oh, Mo, I'll go find him. At this time, he should cheer for my outstanding student!"

Antoine waved his hand and puffed out his chest in dissatisfaction.

"No, he shouldn't be free, forget it..."

Antoine interrupted him, shrugging his nose and making a savage expression.

"He should come! It's a good thing to let you have more luck on the field! If he doesn't come, I will beat him for you!"

"Sorry, I'm late." Antoine yelled loudly, and just as he finished speaking, a familiar voice that he hadn't heard for a long time came over.

Both master and apprentice turned around at the same time, and a tall, slender Asian man walked over, with an apology in his black eyes.

Duan Feng came over, and his eyes fell on Mo Ci, the forthright and enthusiastic teacher, "Mr. Antoine, I'm late, but luckily I can make it in time to send a blessing."

"It's not too late, give my outstanding student an encouragement, he was very nervous before the competition!"

The world famous chef with a round belly smiled and nodded to Duan Feng, as if the fierce threat just now did not come from his own mouth.

Duan Feng smiled and said nothing, and glanced at Mo Ci who was beside Antoine.

Mo Ci saw that the two of them were paying attention to him, especially Duan Feng was looking at him attentively and seriously... Mo Ci felt that his face was about to burn.

From picking up Duan Feng last week to now, they haven't contacted for a whole week.

No phone calls, no text messages, no meeting with each other...

This is very strange for them who talk about everything and meet every day.

What Duan Feng said that day made him blush and heartbeat for several days.

"Tell you the answer."

"you like me."

Two simple words blew up a strong wind.

The tenth-level strong wind blew past his ears, making him messy in the wind.

……

Afterwards, Duan Feng let him go, and went out with a rare tenderness in his sharp eyes, with a strong emotion that couldn't be resolved, and watched him quietly.

"What did you say?!"

Leng Leng responded with a loud smile on the other side.

The face was pinched, and the silently concerned eyes remained in the other eyes. Time seemed to stand still, and the picture was frozen, leaving a sentence floating from the sky.

"Give you a period of time to calm yourself down, you like me, Mo Ci."

The black eyes are very deep, as if many emotions have accumulated in them.

With warm eyes.

Mo Ci struggled for a week, but still dared to face Duan Feng with the usual normal attitude.

"Mo Ci, I wish you success in the game, come on!"

The handsome man with deep facial features imitated Teacher Antoine, made a gesture, and raised the corner of his mouth, "I won't force you, just concentrate on the game and don't think about anything."

"Thank you." Mo Ci was attracted by the tranquility in his eyes, and the agitation caused by Duan Feng's arrival miraculously disappeared.

"All contestants, please enter the competition area quickly. The passage leading to the competition area will be closed in 5 minutes..." the mechanical girl reminded the players who had not yet entered the competition area.

Mo Ci's hand was pinched vigorously by An Tuowan, and his chubby arms were raised high.

With the confidence given by An Tuowan and Duan Feng, Mo Ci took out his identification card and entered the channel of the competition area.

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"All contestants, please walk to their respective competition areas according to the numbers assigned by the staff before entering the venue. The competition will begin immediately. Now the rules of the competition are announced..."

According to the number, Mo Ci quickly found the competition platform he was leaning towards the corner, and the surrounding players from all over the world were ready, and they performed related operations according to the voice on the radio.

The World Food Competition jointly organized by the European Kitchen Federation and the world's food giants is the "Oscar" in the food industry.

The judges of this competition are not only composed of well-known gourmets, but also several catering entrepreneurs have been added to the judges this year. Yes, the previous lineup of judges who were all gourmets has changed.

For the first time, the competition takes the interests of consumers as the leading idea of ​​the competition, aims to enhance the competitiveness of restaurant products, and takes the number one dish that is the most popular among diners and has the highest order rate as the content of the competition, bringing the competition field and the market closer, the competition gold award and customer praise distance.

Catering to the tastes of the judges, the competition is closer to the market, and the dishes are closer to the customers.

When Antoine was teaching Mo Ci, he couldn't help but choose some bright and unique cooking techniques that were closer to civilian life.

Gone are the days when aristocrats elegantly held their knives and forks and spent a lot of money on a lavish banquet.

With the exchange and collision of food cultures in various places, food consumption firmly occupies the primary position of people's lives.

The hair color of the judges on the jury table is not uniform, it seems that the judges also come from different countries.

Mo Ci, like other contestants, picked out the ingredients and cooking utensils he needed, and was waiting for the mechanical female voice on the radio to issue instructions.

"The competition time is within one hour, all players please hurry up, now—the competition begins!"

As the words fell, a tall young man with obvious Nordic descent beside Mo Ci quickly cut the ready-made solid butter into small cubes.

The action is neat and not sloppy.

Mo Ci also adjusted his mentality and focused on the key points of winning next.

Sharpening the knife is not the same as chopping firewood. Before cooking, Mo Ci spends a few minutes thinking about the details of cooking, and then he plays with the ingredients and cooks.With a rough model, the speed of cooking is twice the result with half the effort.

Mo Ci, who has mastered his own set of tricks, did not start working immediately like the players around him.After thinking about it for a few minutes, Mo Ci glanced at the packed arena from the corner of his eye.

There are thirty tables in a game, and there are only a few players who don't cook immediately before the table.

It's not to belittle the contestants who cook right away with a well-thought-out plan and don't think seriously. Mo Ci always thinks that contestants who can stop and think about the general process can grasp the overall situation better.

Cooking is not about slogging away behind closed doors.

More often than not, cooking requires observation to operate.

Observe the taster and pay attention to small details.

This is a nuance that cannot be ignored, as accumulated experience has taught him.

Now that 5 minutes of thinking have passed, Mo Ci, who skipped over the ingredients in front of him, doesn't feel that he is wasting time.

Food tastes of Europeans and Asians are very different.

The most delicious fried food is a big ring in the western diet.

It not only seriously destroys the nutrients in the food, but also the fried food often accumulates excessive fat and calories, leading to obesity. Repeated heating of oil at high temperature will produce toxic and harmful substances, that is, carcinogens that are discolored.

But choosing steamed cooking that has a light taste and can retain nutrition is not liked by most people present.

The light and refreshing steaming is not suitable for the heavy taste of foreigners.

Steaming and frying, the two major cooking methods from the essence of Mo’s cuisine, have nothing to do at this time. Mo Ci chose a dish that he often practiced——braised oysters in wine under the loose conditions of no restrictions on the finalists.

Oysters have been cultivated for food since BC. They are delicious and nutritious. They have always been the first choice for cooking Western dishes.

Mo Ci took the ready-made oysters and skillfully soaked them in salt water to let the oysters fully spit out the sand.

The onion can keep the original taste of the clam as much as possible. Moci quickly cut the onion, wait for the pan to heat up, add olive oil to keep the onion transparent and white, and fry the onion on a low heat.

Put in the oysters, pour in the whiskey prepared on the field, stir fry evenly, then grind a little pepper and sprinkle in, add a little butter and black pepper, stir gently with a western knife, pour in the secret sauce you brought, Mo Ci Cover the pan with a special lid and simmer over low heat.

Time passed quickly, the oysters were fully opened, and the rich aroma wafted out when the lid was lifted.

This kind of fragrance is not outstanding in the competition arena, especially among the [-] contestants present, the last ones who have finished cooking.

Mo Ci packed up the match table, the time of the match had just ended, and the mechanical female voice once again reminded the players of the next step.

The contestants, who had neglected to tidy up the game stage due to carelessness, heard the scoring criteria and knew that they had been eliminated. They waved their hands resentfully and walked out from the entrance of the competition area.

There were quite a few fewer opponents at the scene. The contestants observed each other and showed their confident or arrogant smiles to those who remained on the field.

"Hi, hello, my name is Ike." The Nordic man who was standing next to Mo Ci just now smiled at Mo Ci in a friendly manner, showing his neat eight teeth.

"Mo, you can call me Mo," Mo Ci responded to the enthusiastic young man with a friendly nod.

"I'm from country W, and I like cooking very much. How about you, I see your movements... very amazing, no, it should be cool! Are you a professional chef?"

The ice-blue-eyed Nordic people did not forget to decompress themselves and dispel their emotions when the judges were grading the culinary works.

In this tense time, although Mo Ci is not sure of winning and calm, talking to others to distract attention is also a good choice.

Mo Ci nodded and waved his hand again, "I'm a native of country C, I stay in the kitchen every day, but I'm not a professional cook yet,