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Seeing the slight change in the girl's expression, An Ke smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that Bernice's understanding was very good, and he was looking forward to her performance.

"Everyone can now come forward and taste the difference between these two dishes."

The villagers looked at each other in blank dismay, discussing each other sentence by sentence around the two dishes, and quickly wiped out the shredded potatoes.

"This is the reason for shredding, or changing the knife and the requirements for knife skills. Different ways of changing the knife are used for different cooking methods, just like the two dishes in front of you. The potato shreds are more suitable for frying, while the potato cubes are better. It would be better for stewing."

Bernice standing behind frowned, as if she had figured something out, she took up the conversation: "Anke is right, lumpy vegetables are not tasty at all, but I think it would be much better if they were added to the broth."

woohoo~

It’s really not easy, there are people who know everything and learn to invent their own dishes. Ah, is this the feeling of meeting a confidant in a different world? It’s so touching and gratifying.

He swears that he must train Bernice to be a little cook, and teach her all the lack of cooking knowledge!

If she can be selected, maybe she can provide him with some new ideas for dishes that are not even available in the present world, such as mixed flavors such as sweet and sour pork ribs or vinegar cabbage, and sweet and sour pork. The wonderful combination of fruit and meat dishes.

The approval in the boy's eyes was shining brightly. The giant dragon moved two steps to the side and pulled Anke's sleeve: "Anke, I also want to participate in the chef selection contest."

An Ke let out an "ah" for no reason. She didn't know the dragon's motives, but just touched her chin in distress: "Clear, I'm afraid I can't. Compared with the kitchen, I think other places will need you more. I need you." You and I are looking for ingredients and other tasks that only you can do, if you go to the kitchen, no one will help me. And it will be very tiring."

The boy paused, tilted his head and looked at the dragon worriedly: "Can you hold it?"

Julong didn't listen to all An Ke's explanations, but simply extracted a few words: He can't leave me, and he is worried about me.

Clear was visibly happy, and immediately dismissed the idea of ​​becoming a chef: "That's okay, I'll accompany you."

An Ke nodded, turned around to preside over the competition, registered the list of villagers who were going to participate in the competition, and demonstrated the method of cutting potato shreds again, and then announced the start of the competition.

Probably because they experienced one of the mysteries of cooking, everyone has an extremely correct attitude, and everyone is concentrating on watching the game. The only sound is the collision of kitchen knives and cutting boards.

The giant dragon stood aside and watched carefully, when his palm suddenly felt hot, it was An Ke.

The boy lowered his voice and said softly: "I forgot to tell you just now, if you want to learn how to cook, I can teach you in private."

Claire was taken aback for a moment, his heart warmed, and he replied "OK".

If it wasn't for the chaotic scene on the field, the giant dragon would have stretched out his hand, pinched An Ke's cheek, or touched his head to express his love.

However, now it seems that the event is not going so smoothly, and Anke needs to maintain order.

The voices of teenagers and contestants occasionally sounded on the field.

"Ah, this contestant, please don't pick up other people's dropped potatoes! Also, it's not okay to roll on your cutting board, please return them."

Or suddenly there was a commotion, and even family members rushed over.

"Quick! Take this contestant to rest, maybe a tomato will heal your bleeding fingers."

"call."

It's not that easy to be a referee.

However, it was only the first game, and An Ke was already exhausted, and he even had to deal with various emergencies. It was simply exhausting. Without the help of the dragon, the progress of the game would not have been possible.

Now is the time to check the results. If the potato shreds scattered all over the floor are ignored, the performance of the contestants is still very good.

Some people have even begun to learn without a teacher, cutting out the thickness of French fries, and all kinds of "potato shreds" with broken roots and strange shapes.

Of course, there are also those who performed better, like Bernice, who did not live up to An Ke's expectations. Although the thickness is not very well-proportioned, for them, the results are already considered very good.

An Ke removed the unqualified villagers from the list, and finally gave them some small gifts for the competition, some delicious seedless lychees to thank them for their participation, which caused other villagers on the scene to show envy when they saw the unqualified villagers peel the lychee shells The expressions on the faces made the belated losers suddenly proud.

Delicious and so sweet!

An Ke walked in front of the remaining villagers and began to explain the second level of the game.

"Congratulations, everyone, we have come to the second level. In the second level, we need to start cooking a side dish."

"That's right, it's not boiling broth, nor frying, it's frying."

Hearing the word "stir-fried", all the scheduled chefs frowned.

"Ah! It's the kind of cooking method where the spatula vigorously rolls the ingredients!"

Well, An Ke unexpectedly shrugged his shoulders. He felt a little funny when the villagers summed up "fried vegetables" in this way. It is really people's magical generalization ability. Although it sounds a little funny, it probably resembles "roll over the stone "This kind of catchphrase sounds like a second grader, but it's true, you really need to roll over.

"That's right, it's rolling, but it's not the most important thing. You also need to control the heat yourself, otherwise the dishes will become a mess."

Some of the contestants, who were still full of morale just now, were a little discouraged for a moment, and began to mutter: "Wow, I really put all my life's efforts into it."

"Hope I don't cook up a dish that's as black as stonescale scales."

Although proper worry is beneficial, An Ke didn't want to scare his future helper from going to the "battlefield" before the game started, so he quickly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Klier will help you in an emergency." Yours."

An Ke didn't intend to make it difficult for everyone in the cooking process. After all, it was the first attempt. As long as it wasn't too outrageous, it was considered a clearance. After all, there will be pre-employment training in the future, which is enough for chefs to improve their cooking skills.

In fact, this test is more about everyone's control over the amount of ingredients. You only need to fry a plate of simple red pepper and potato shreds. He will explain the cooking steps one by one, but the proportion of salt, chili sauce and other ingredients, An Ke He didn't reveal half of it. After all, in his hometown, there is a kind of ingredient usage called "appropriate amount" and "a little bit." He couldn't tell.

Different from the first level, which is a contest of kitchen knives and chopping boards, the second level is a battlefield full of oily smoke.

"My God! The tallow is attacking me."

A young man yelled twice and jumped back, holding a spatula in one hand, staring in horror at the dancing grease in the pot.

Ha, An Ke didn't expect the scene, and calmly handed a pot cover to the young man. This is really an eternal problem, about how to deal with the oil splashed around during the cooking process.

But he still has to say that the animal fat will not attack you at all, but the water has not been drained! !

An Ke turned around twice and stopped in front of Bernice. The girl was staring at the oil in the crock in a daze. It took a while before she made a move. An Ke watched the girl scoop a small spoonful of oil into the pot inside.

An Ke was calm on the surface, but he was already shouting in his heart, just like a teacher seeing his students make irreparable mistakes in some key places. He knew it clearly, but he couldn't remind him aloud.

a teaspoon?Just a scoop?

Ahh!

If there is not enough oil, the potatoes will burn, and this dish will be useless!

But before An Ke could finish scratching her heart, Bernice realized the problem just as she added the chili sauce into the pot, and immediately added two tablespoons of animal fat into it again.

An Ke breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although there are flaws, they can still be repaired. If the operation is done properly later, the taste should be better. An Ke nodded and continued to walk elsewhere.

The competition was coming to an end, and some contestants had already plated the shredded potatoes. An Ke's eyelids twitched a little.

What is the big piece of paste on the left hand side, and the other side doesn't seem to have any fat. Will the dry potato shreds really taste good?

An Ke tasted it all the way, and there were potato shreds that were burnt too hard, and potatoes that were fried for a short time, and there were some raw potatoes, so that he saw that the third plate was not burnt and did not put too much red pepper. When I was eating the potato shreds, I was almost moved to tears.

His future capable helper, he is here!

Under the hopeful gaze of the contestants in front of him, An Ke picked up some shredded potatoes and put them in his mouth also full of hope.

Well, the taste is quite good, but it will be more perfect if we discuss it with the salt seller next time. He really wanted to drink water, but in order not to make the villagers sad, he still nodded affirmatively, swallowed it, and then He raised the tomato in his hand and took a big bite.

For cooking, it is indeed metaphysics to some extent.