88: C88 Challenge

C88 Challenge

Yang Song looked around and didn't seem to find what he was looking for. He raised his hand and said, "I have a request!"

"Please speak!" The referee nodded and looked at Yang Song. The latter looked around and said faintly, "I need a bucket of ice. The more, the better. Is that alright?"

"Ice?"

The referee was at a loss. Why did he need ice to make a squirrel fish? Still, he nodded and looked at Wang Shuhuan, asking, "Yang Song needs some ice cubes, do you need some too?"

"What do you want that for? I don't need it!" Wang Shuhuan shook his head, unable to understand why Yang Song wanted this item.

Both sides had already made up their minds. The ice cubes would be served soon. The bucket was full to the brim. Yang Song nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

"The match is about to begin, count down to three! Three! Two! One! "Begin!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, Wang Shuhuan ran over to the fish tank. He watched as more than a dozen of mackerels began to search for one. After two or three minutes, he finally found one that he was looking for and, with lightning speed, inserted his hands into the tank and grabbed the two kilograms of mackerel!

Yang Song, on the other hand, did not panic. He walked over to the side of the fruit and vegetables, picked up ten bright red tomatoes, carefully observed them, nodded his head, took them back to his seat and began cooking the tomato sauce.

Wang Shuhuan took a moment to take a look at Yang Song, who was making tomato sauce, and was immediately surprised when he saw that the kid was using tomato sauce that was hand-cooked. Although he could make better tomato sauce with tomato sauce and fresh tomato sauce, he couldn't deny that if it was handmade tomato sauce and was brewed by someone like Yang Song, it would definitely taste even better than what he had.

The competition was not a hidden competition, but an open competition. After all, cooking wasn't something that anyone could learn just by looking at it. There were so many delicious food books in the bookstore, and everyone was a gourmet.

As long as it wasn't a secret formula, it wouldn't be hidden.

Yang Song didn't pay any attention to Wang Shuhuan, he only knew how to cook. Ten minutes had passed since the ketchup was almost done. Wang Shuhuan had already finished cooking the fish and was ready to use a knife. As for Yang Song? As soon as he entered the fish tank, he slowly started to choose wild osmanthus fish.

Selecting wild cinnamon fishes was the first stage. If Yang Song could not even complete this, then no matter how delicious the food he cooked later on, it would never be as amazing as Wang Shuhuan's.

However, how could this be Yang Song's? The system not only gave him an extremely powerful tongue, but also gave him a pair of Fiery Eyes of Truth. His memory was extremely good, and his memory was still fresh on the topic of training.

Strength! Viciousness in his eyes! Dark in color! Fast in speed! These were all characteristics of wild cinnamon fish. Yang Song had taken a fancy to the wild cinnamon fish at first glance, and then his hands moved like a mirage into the fish box. In the next second, a live wild cinnamon fish appeared in his hands!

"Alright!"

"Boss!" "Beautiful!"

"That's it! Come on! "

"…"

The customers in the stands all applauded and cheered when they saw Yang Song's move! It was true that Wang Shuhuan was very powerful, but it only took him two to three minutes to separate the wild and farmed. But what about Yang Song? With just a single calm glance, he was able to catch the fish in an instant!

How could they not applaud this move?

Wang Shuhuan busied himself with his own affairs while taking a look at Yang Song's side. He discovered that he had picked a fish so quickly. He did not know if it was wild or far away, but he could sense that Yang Song would not choose to breed one.

Yang Song placed the fish in one of his pools and poured some water into the ice bucket. Everyone present was puzzled. Did Yang Song want to freeze the fish to death? Only Chen Ming and Meng Shihan knew what he was about to do. Their faces revealed mysterious smiles.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Song stretched his hands and suddenly plunged them into the icy water. Yang Song couldn't help but frown as he quietly waited for the temperature of his hands to drop to the lowest point.

No one present knew why Yang Song was doing this. Could it be because it was too hot? It was already autumn and the weather was slowly decreasing. There was no need for this.

There was only one person who noticed Yang Song's reason for doing this, and that was Elder Ye. He was truly worthy of being a knowledgeable person.

"So that's how it is!" Elder Ye touched his beard and nodded with a smile in realization.

The Tang suit wearing middle-aged man was a bit curious. He couldn't help but ask, "Elder Ye, tell me, what is the reason for Yang Song's actions?"

Many senior chefs would use ice water to soak their hands in order to let the temperature drop so as not to ruin the fresh taste of the fish. As for the temperature of their hands, although it had a minuscule effect on the fish, it could still be felt from the mouths of some high-end gourmets. Yang Song did this so that the temperature of his hands could be lowered to the lowest, which would allow him to preserve the freshness of the fish to the greatest extent.

Elder Ye slowly began to explain. The Tang suit wearing middle-aged man finally realized that Yang Song had set up the frying pan right from the start. It didn't even take five minutes for it to boil.2

"But Elder Ye, there isn't much time left now. Yang Song still needs to deal with the fish, the frying pan, setting the pan aside, half an hour should be enough. But Yang Song heated up the frying pan earlier, he hasn't even killed the fish yet.

"Others may not dare to say, but Yang Song, I still have some understanding of his methods. There is only one reason behind his actions, and that is that he is extremely confident in his knife skills!"

As he said this, Elder Ye's mind recalled the scene in the classroom where Yang Song cut out a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing. That scene was still fresh in his mind!

After soaking in it for a full ten minutes, Yang Song nodded as he calculated the temperature of the oil pot in his mind. He pulled out both of his hands and quickly grabbed a cinnamon fish, placing it on the chopping board.

Letting out the blood was one of the most important things. Most of the fish's fishy smell was hidden in the fish blood. No matter how many fish were let out, they would be able to eliminate the fishy smell.

After the fish meat was neatly cleaned up, Yang Song raised his knife and the two pieces of fish meat were quickly sliced! They were arranged neatly to the side.

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