89: C89 Complete Victory

C89 Complete Victory

After filling the egg and wrapping the pulp, Yang Song grabbed the tail of the fish and gently placed it on top of the oil pot. He then gently placed the fish meat into the oil temperature. The oil temperature was just right, no more and no less! It had to be said, Yang Song's mastery of his cutting techniques was not to be trifled with.

"Beautiful, the way you handle fish is just like a show. It's fast and has a good grasp of the time. After wrapping the pulp, the oil is 70% hot and the time to fry the fish is just right!"

The Tang suit wearing middle-aged man seemed to understand Elder Ye's words at this moment. Yang Song is really not an ordinary person. With just this knife skill, it can be said that he has never seen a chef who can do this!

At this time, Wang Shuhuan had already started cooking. A fish was neatly placed on the plate, Yang Song had just fried the fish and placed it on the plate. Yang Song also placed the head of the fish on the plate, and at this time, Yang Song's head was still on the plate.

By the time they refried, Yang Song had already placed the pot on another stove. After placing the cinnamon fish on the stove, the wok was just in time to heat up. Yang Song poured the prepared sauce and tomato sauce into the wok.

At this moment, Yang Song unexpectedly lifted up the frying pan at the same time as Wang Shuhuan, and began to pour the sauce over the cinnamon fish. At the same time, he put down the frying pan and raised both his hands!

Match! It ended!

This series of actions caused everyone to hold their breath. After all, Yang Song's maneuver was too extravagant and seemed to be in a mess, but in reality, the expression on Yang Song's face did not fluctuate at all. Everything was done according to his calculations and so on, and everything was done in an orderly manner!

On the other hand, what about Wang Huan? Although everything was done in a neither fast nor slow manner, it seemed like a performance, but everything was done in a normal manner. First, it started with the selection of the fish, then it went to the handling of the fish, and lastly, it ended with the deep-frying process, spending a lot more time than Yang Song.

"Alright, hurry up and score!" I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to sleep! "

As Yang Song said this, he yawned. He looked listless, which made Wang Shuhuan angry. Although they hadn't started the evaluation, Yang Song's attitude was as if he had already lost.

Both dishes were served to the judges. The first one to taste them was Wang Shuhuan's. The dish looked delicious and the fragrance was slowly spreading.

The five judges all took a bite of Wang Shuheng's squirrel! Then, he closed his eyes and slowly savored the taste. After a long while, Elder Ye waved his hand, gesturing for Yang Song to come over.

As Yang Song's squirrel cinnamon fish was served up, a tempting fragrance immediately filled the air. It was mixed with the sweet and sour fragrance of the tomato sauce, and one could tell with a whiff that it was a purely manual fragrance.

"It smells so good. Hurry up and bring it up, I want to try it!"

"Ahhh!" Elder Ye could not hold it in anymore. There were many different versions of the squirrel fish, but it was the first time that the squirrel fish had smelled something like this.

Actually, not only Elder Ye, but the other four judges were also almost unable to hold it in. The moment Yang Song's dish was served, the five of them reached out simultaneously with their chopsticks, picked up a piece, and put it into their mouths.

This time, the five of them widened their eyes. This taste was crisp, delicate, and purely manual tomato sauce was not simple, causing their appetite to expand. Right now, all they wanted was a bowl of white rice paired with such a delicious cinnamon fish!

However, now was not the time to do such things. The five judges quickly suppressed their impulse and unwillingly put down their chopsticks. Letting out a long breath, they gathered together and began discussing.

At this moment, Wang Shuhuan was at his most nervous. His other opponents weren't as stressed as Yang Song, but for some reason, he was very nervous at this moment. He couldn't help but glance at Yang Song to know his expression.

He only saw Yang Song scratching his head, yawning out of boredom. He looked really tired!

From the way he acted, it seemed as if he despised Meng Hao. He clenched his hands into fists and then let out a bone-cracking sound.

"Alright!" The five judges have already arrived at the verdict. Please announce the result, Elder Ye! "

Elder Ye stood up and waved to everyone with a smile. Everyone knew Elder Ye. He was the most famous gourmet in the city, and everyone knew him.

"After the discussion of the five of us, I will announce the result. The five of us agree that the winner of this competition is Yang Song!"

"Why is it Yang Song? "First of all, when Yang Song processes the fish, he reduces the temperature of his hands to the lowest, preserving the freshness of the fish to the greatest extent!"

"The tomato sauce made on the spot is the real highlight of this dish. The perfect sweet and sour taste has completely stimulated the delicacy of the entire dish!"

"There's also the characteristic of fried meat. First, use low temperature to cook it, and then use high temperature to quickly fry it until it is crispy. It's perfect!"

"The most important thing is that the cooking speed is even faster than what Wang Shuhuan did!"

Wang Shouchuan's face darkened. He took two steps forward and angrily said, "Impossible! I'm a descendant of the Wang Clan. How could I be defeated by a brat like him?"

"Enough!" At this moment, a person walked out from not too far away. It was the person who often came to Yang Song's side for food, Elder Wang.1

Seeing that Elder Wang had arrived, Wang Shuhuan, who had been on the verge of erupting, immediately turned off his temper. He stood uneasily on the spot and called out softly, "Grandpa!"

"Come with me if you lose, don't embarrass yourself here!" Elder Wang coldly threw down these words, turned around and walked to Yang Song's side. He said with a smile, "I hope that I can have a taste of the squirrel cinnamon fish cooked by the boss in two days!"

"There's a chance!"

Yang Song nodded, without a trace of emotion. This kind of result was inevitable in his heart as he directly shouted at the host, "The competition is over, I should go back too. I'm so tired, see you later!"

Seeing that Yang Song was about to leave, everyone else started to leave their seats and headed outside as well.

Boss Liu: "Brother Yang's culinary skills are getting better and better. I can smell that smell even from my seat at the back!" I wonder when I can try it! "

Little Liu: "As expected, the boss didn't let us down. We won without any suspense!"

Su Meng: "Of course! Who could compare to the skills of a big brother? It's too easy! "

Zheng Ping: "Boss has soaked his hands in ice water for ten minutes. With this stamina, if he doesn't succeed, who will?"

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