One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

"Miss Gu." The female chef nodded, then pointed at herself, "Yepai, Song Liurong."

"Ms. Song's craftsmanship...is amazing."

Gu Wulian looked at the finely minced meat on the chopping board, and then at the other ingredients on the side. After pondering for a second or two, he said, "Crab powder lion head?"

"good eyesight."

Song Liurong said in a deep voice: "But this is not an ordinary lion's head with crab powder. I have studied it for half a year and sublimated this dish to a whole new level."

"Oh?" Gu Wulian asked curiously, "What's the secret?"

"It depends on what Miss Gu can come up with."

In a few words between the two sides, it seems that the meaning of the competition has been determined.

This is a matter of course. The large-scale event of [Wanzai Liufang] is not a simple "performance" or "exhibition". It has many core points, one of which is...competition.

Taking the most popular art exhibition as an example, the works that can be exhibited in Wanzai Liufang are undoubtedly the top among the top, but this does not mean that the paintings on display in the venue are eligible to stay until the end of this event.

Any work that hits the soul more directly may kick away the peerless masterpiece that stood proudly above countless paintings and take its place. Only those that are still on display after the entire activity of Wanzai Liufang are over are the real masterpieces. the winner.

Only works that can stand upright in the gale of wind, fire, and surging waves are eligible to be worthy of the supreme honor of "Ten Thousand Years of Love".

Not all projects have this core point, but for projects with obvious competition, this link is indispensable.

As for the level of culinary skills, competition is naturally indispensable.

Song Liurong must have defeated countless opponents all the way to be qualified to cook here, but it is not surprising to accept Gu Wulian's challenge now.

It is even more normal for the nine chefs in the gourmet area to challenge each other.

However, if Song Liurong hadn't sensed Gu Wulian's "top-level" aura, then she would have ignored Gu Wulian at all.

"I don't know much about cuisines." Gu Wulian stood opposite Song Liurong with an ordinary kitchen knife, "So, let's play freely."

Song Liurong was a little strange, but still nodded and said: "The level of cooking skills is naturally the taste."

"However, Miss Gu, please wait for me to finish this dish of lion's head with crab noodles before..."

"It doesn't have to be."

Gu Wulian smiled and said, "Since you, Ms. Song, said that you have poured your heart and soul into this dish for half a year, then it should be this dish that I want to challenge."

"..." Song Liurong frowned slightly, "The preparations I made for this dish are beyond your imagination, Miss Gu."

"You have to cook with the existing ingredients in the kitchen, which greatly limits your performance. It is really unfair to compare it with my dish."

"I'm at home. I always have something to do." The kitchen knife was spinning in the white-haired girl's hands. "In terms of status, I'm not bad at all, Ms. Song."

The woman was silent for a moment, and solemnly tied her ponytail into a bun.

"Since Ms. Gu is so confident, then I shouldn't shirk it any longer. Instead, I'm a mother-in-law."

She cupped her fists and said, "Please!"

"Please."

Song Liurong's lion head with crab powder has reached the final stage of completion, all the ingredients are ready, and the only thing left is to put the lion head and side dishes into the casserole to simmer.

This level only tests the chef's control over the heat. Generally speaking, this dish needs to be simmered for about two hours. hair girl.

This Ms. Gu has an aura and conversation that are completely inconsistent with her appearance, and she is obviously not a child.

With such a dusty appearance, and this body shape, could she be...

Just as Song Liurong was trying to figure out Gu Wulian's identity, the white-haired girl's next movement made her pupils shrink sharply.

Crab meat... directly with soy sauce?

She saw Gu Wulian put the chopped and kneaded crab meat into the bowl, and unscrewed the lid directly to pour in the soy sauce.

What an absurd act!The taste of crab meat is average, but the taste of top-quality crab meat is fresh and sweet. If soy sauce is poured like this, it is equivalent to completely obliterating the best qualities of the ingredients. What kind of dish is this going to be?

But when the soy sauce was poured out of the bottle, Song Liurong knew why Gu Wulian did this.

Soy sauce... as if being controlled, it dripped down in a way that did not conform to the laws of physics, covering the crab meat extremely evenly, and covering it with a very light and very light black film—yes, covering rather than penetrating , with Song Liurong's eyesight, he can naturally see this with ease.

The woman's fists were clenched tightly.

Yuan Ling...the chef.

"Oh, colleagues."

At some point, a middle-aged man stood by Song Liurong's kitchen, looking at the scene in the kitchen.

"Chef Song, you're lucky." The man grinned and said, "This lady's technique is a bit powerful."

He is one of nine chefs in this gourmet area.

Song Liurong's breathing became a little disordered.

As a family inheriting Yepai cuisine, Song Liurong has received the most rigorous chef education since she was a child. She inherited the ideals of her grandfather and father, and she wanted to become the greatest chef in the world out of her will.

But when she was 15 years old, her father, the owner of Yepai Cuisine, who was well-known in Jiuhua and a top chef in the world, suffered a complete defeat in the hands of a man under [-].

——Because the other party is a cultivator, and the other party is a Yuanling chef.

In fact, in the food industry, most chefs have already acquiesced to an iron rule - the gap between ordinary chefs and Yuanling chefs is a hopeless gap that cannot be made up by any effort, talent, background, or accumulation. .

Even if you work harder than anyone else, even if you are a peerless genius, even if you have the best resources for you to consume and hone, even if you have studied for ten, twenty, or even thirty years, you still cannot cross that abyss.

But her father did not approve of this iron rule, and challenged a Yuanling chef who had suddenly emerged in the Yepai cuisine at that time, and the result... was a mess.

Song Liurong will never forget his father's expression at that time.

That desperate look of doubting what I have worked hard for in the past 20 years.

So she tempered herself more crazily than her father, stepping on the corpses of countless challengers, and stepped onto the eternal arena.

I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune, Jiuhua naturally has more Yuanling chefs, but they may have other things, or they may not be interested in non-professional culinary competitions like Wan Gu Liu Fang. won.

Among the nine chefs here... only she is not the Yuanling chef, only she is not a cultivator.

But Song Liurong didn't want this position, she wanted to prove that Chef Yuanling was not invincible.

She has been making preparations, preparing to defeat a Yuanling chef in an upright manner on this stage where countless people are watching, and prove this to all chefs, including her father.

Now, right in front of her eyes, as if arranged by fate... an opponent appeared.

And this opponent's random operation made Song Liurong's hands and feet cold.

…To coat the ingredients with soy sauce without allowing it to permeate, let alone what is the meaning of doing so, this is not a chef at all, and it is not something a human can do at all.

Song Liurong looked at Gu Wulian's next actions. It was quite a standard and simple frying process, but each step was filled with perfection and precision that made her almost suffocate. Even the delicacy of the deep-fried layer after the crab sticks were fished out made Song Liurong's feeling of powerlessness even greater.

"Okay, I'm done."

After arranging the crab sticks on a plate, Gu Wulian happily raised his head to look at Song Liurong: "How about you, Song..."

"... Ms. Song?"

She noticed Song Liurong's strangeness at a glance, and her expression gradually turned into worry: "You... what's wrong?"

"...Ah? I... nothing, it's just... it's just that Miss Gu's tricks made me a little..."

Song Liurong lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm astonished as a heavenly being."

The man on the sidelines smiled and said, "Supplemented by Yuan Ling and spells, it is not a problem for every drop of sauce to penetrate into every corner of the ingredients. This lady's technique is beautiful, but it can't be called That’s what God is.”

Gu Wulian frowned at the man first, then looked at Song Liurong, and suddenly understood something.

The white-haired girl looked down at the masterpiece on the plate, her expression became a little complicated.

After a while, Song Liurong's lion head with crab noodles was also finished. When she untied the casserole, the fragrance that escaped from the pot made the people in line exclaim.

"Amazing!" Gu Wulian exclaimed, "This aroma...the ratio of raw materials and the heat should be impeccable."

Song Liurong just took out the casserole in silence and put it on the table.

"...Ms. Gu, let the five members of the current team judge your and my dishes, how about it?"

"Can I try it?" The male chef watching the battle said.

Gu Wulian ignored him, just looked at Song Liurong with tight lips, sighed in his heart, and responded softly: "I...have nothing to do."

The first five lucky ones who had lined up for a long time immediately cheered and sat down in a row in front of the long stage, while Song Liurong presented the lion heads separately.

"Fuck! This taste, this texture!"

"Googling..."

Some people exclaimed to the point of swearing, some held a bowl and drank the broth without saying a word, some praised it while eating, some closed their eyes and chewed slowly, their faces were full of emotion.

The five lucky ones gave a full score of [-].

For a chef, this should be the most perfect and happiest moment.

But Song Liurong just nodded his thanks, without any sense of accomplishment in his heart, instead he was more nervous than ever before.

Then came Gu Wulian's plain fried crab sticks.

The first diner picked up the crab stick curiously, took a look at it, gave a comment of "the shape is pretty good" and put it in his mouth, chewing it like a cow chewing a peony.

But after moving his mouth three times... the whole face froze.

The man seemed to be reluctant to chew the crab sticks, and he was extremely cautious and careful, moving his jaw carefully, making the crab sticks of average weight roll back and forth on the tongue, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

No one uttered praises, and the five of them just kept chewing the food in their mouths, even reluctant to swallow it.

"The outcome has been decided." The chef on the sidelines shrugged, "In fact, there is no need to compare. Even if the level is a little bit worse, Yuan Ling can make up for that gap, let alone the situation where the level is almost the same. The effect... is completely crushing."

As a chef, Song Liurong naturally knew that the victory and defeat had been divided.

They will definitely give a score of [-] in the future, but there is no doubt that this [-] is because the full score is only [-].

"Miss Gu." Song Liurong's voice was a little trembling, "Could I please... have a taste of your dishes?"

"……please."

The woman stretched out a slightly trembling hand and put the crab sticks into her mouth.

Bite your teeth, the first layer has a crispy texture, and the heat and temperature are perfectly fried.

On the second layer, the thin salty taste flowed on the surface of her tongue. Before she could taste it completely, the fresh sweetness belonging to crab meat rushed into the salty taste violently in an instant, setting off a wild wave on the tip of her tongue.

The third layer finally came into contact with the average-tasting crab meat, but when Gu Wulian kneaded it into meatballs, it should be a little...

"!"

The moment she bit it down, she felt an incomparably soft and soft flick.

It's... glutinous rice!

The innermost layer is not crab meat, but glutinous rice!The glutinous rice fully compensates for the loose taste of the fine powder of crab meat.

The texture and taste are impeccable, so perfect that it is like the embodiment of the word "delicious" - this dish does not need any so-called soul injection, full of emotion, it does not need anything, and it does not bring anything, just Destroy everything with the most violent and purest word "delicious".

Song Liurong knew that he had lost.

Just like his father, he lost a complete defeat, lost to that abyss that ordinary people would never cross.

"Ms. Gu..."

The woman lowered her head and put Gu Wulian's crab sticks into her mouth one by one: "Thank you...thank you..."

She said with a choked voice: "Thank you, you are willing to do your best to make me... recognize the present—"

"Oh! This is too delicious!"

Gu Wulian's eyes lit up as he put the lion's head into his mouth and chewed non-stop: "The crab powder lion's head I made is completely different! I can't taste it, what is the improvement! Ms. Song, can you teach me!"

"……I?"

Song Liurong, with tears in her eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth: "I... how can I teach you, Ms. Gu, who can make this kind of dishes?"

"It can make the soy sauce coat the ingredients, and the glutinous rice wrapped in the ingredients can maintain this taste when fried. How can ordinary people guide you, Ms. Gu?"

"Why can't it be?" Gu Wulian looked surprised, "Without a recipe, who can make the dishes."

She looked at Song Liurong who was stunned, put down her chopsticks, and said softly with a smile: "Ms. Song, I am actually good at delicious, delicious, super delicious... I don't have much discerning ability, just me In other words, I don’t think there is much difference in taste between the dishes I make and those made by Ms. Song.”

"How is this possible! Please don't humiliate me, Ms. Gu!" The woman clenched her fists angrily, "I will not accept failure, let alone such comfort!"

"But..." Gu Wulian touched the side of his face, "That's it."

"Ms. Song, in fact, it's the same for most people."

The white-haired girl looked at the woman clenched her fists: "Ordinary people, how can they have the taste buds of a chef. When the delicacy reaches a certain limit, isn't it difficult to detect every level? Only the taste buds are far away." Only chefs who are better than ordinary people can feel it, so isn’t there no difference at all?”