957: C957 The Judges' Schemes

C957 The Judges' Schemes

"Impossible, I just ate one."

"Impossible, I only ate one and a half."

The judge waited for five seconds, but the judge no. 3 didn't say anything.

What else did he not understand?

The first judge smiled so hard that his teeth were revealed. "Mo, if you're right, you ate two and a half."

The judge, number two, did not say anything. He just looked at number three quietly.

"Really? I don't remember?" The judge number three revealed an inappropriate bashfulness and confusion.

Alright, The case was solved.

Yang Soong said, "When I participate in competitions, I always overdo my cooking. I can definitely let the judges distribute the food fairly."

He was not the kind of person who would let the judges divide the goods evenly. Pooh, pooh, people who would fight because of unequal distribution of the goods.

Even if they did fight, it would not be his fault.

Bai Sining's prawns could not be finished.

Yang Soong said, "Congratulations, you have become the only person who lost at the starting point in the Challenge Competition."

He could not even cook the dishes for the competition.

"There is no suspense in winning, and I am also helpless."

The days passed in an orderly manner. Very soon, the day Yang Soong faced the All-Conquering Yoshichiro arrived.

Because the Fashion Yoshichiro was a famous chef in He Country, a true master of cooked wheaten food, he came to challenge the chefs in Hua Xia. There was a gimmick and Zhou Yuanqi had put in a lot of effort behind the scenes. This cooking competition really started in the city center.

There was a department store building in the city center of Luocheng. The square in front of the department store building occupied a large area and the temporary arena was built there.

All the foodies in the city were here.

It could be said that this was the grandest cooking competition in Luocheng in the past 60 years.

The competition's topic was noodles, and it was divided into three segments.

The first round was about the gentleness of the noodles.

The easiest thing to miss about the wheaten food was its gentleness. The wheaten food was easy to digest, and it nourished the stomach to resist hunger.

As the old saying went, f * ck off and pick up the dumplings for the noodles. Dumplings were not mentioned here. Receiving noodles usually meant the taste of home, and it was a kind of warm memory.

In China, thousands of children had a bowl of noodles that represented the taste of home in the depths of their memories.

Gentle noodles were not limited to the types of noodles. They only needed to be spit out gently.

The ingredients present were very rich. There were even ready-made noodles. However, Yang Soong and the healthy young man personally made noodles.

If professional chefs were to use machines to make noodles, it would be a joke.

The Fashion Yoshichiro took the flour and eggs. Starting from the dough, he planned to make the Dark Winter Noodles.

The Black Winter Noodle Soup was one of the most famous wheaten foods in He Country. It was its specialty to add eggs in the process of kneading dough.

Wu Dong Noodle Soup was also one of the representatives of the soup noodles.

Miraculous, Yang Soong also took flour and eggs, just like the healthy Jiro, and added eggs in the process of kneading dough.

"Could it be that both of them want to make Wudong Noodles?"

"Add eggs in flour. In He Country, it's called winter noodles. It's not called that in China."

"Then what should it be called?"

"Egg noodles or noodles. It's not fresh at all."

Rubbing noodles with egg juice would make the noodles more flexible and gentle, and it could also better absorb the soup.

The competition started from the beginning. Some people were stunned.

"From kneading dough, to stewing pork bone soup, and the choice of various side dishes, these two chefs are in sync with each other."

They were both kneading dough with egg juice and stewing pork ribs. Even the spices they chose were the same as the choice of potato and red radish.

"Yeah, why?"

"There's only one answer. They did the same thing."

"Then how should we determine the difference?"

The healthy man stewed the soup and stopped to observe Yang Soong.

He also noticed that the order Yang Soong made the noodles was exactly the same as his.

Yang Soong also stewed the soup and kneaded the dough, putting it in the porcelain bowl for backup.

Before stewing the soup, he could not make the noodles.

It was still summer. Even though the air conditioner was turned on, the air was still very dry.

If the noodles were cooked too early, the water would leak out.

He had to find a perfect spot between the soup and the noodles.

Only when the soup was almost cooked could the noodles be made.

This was the quality that a professional chef should have.

The Second Manager said, "You still have some common sense."

Yang Soong ignored him. He grabbed a bunch of radishes and started to sculpt.

He was still practicing his knife skills.

Jiro continued to mumble. "What are you doing? Carving flowers? How can I use a kitchen knife? Don't you know that carving should be done with a professional carving knife? "The chefs in China are really too unrefined..."

Yang Soong still ignored him and did not even look at him.

In an hour, he had already sculpted a hundred gardens.

Yang Soong had finished carving the radish, and he carried another pumpkin back.

"Mom, can you also sculpt pumpkins?" A little girl wearing a red scarf could not understand.

"I don't know. Let's observe it, okay?"

"I think he will definitely carve sunflowers, because the pumpkins are very big?"

"Why can't he carve the sun? The sun is also very big."

"I think Brother Chef must really sculpt a new pumpkin."

It was creative to use pumpkins to sculpt pumpkins.

"Why must you sculpt flowers?"

"Brother Yang Soong, sculpt a camel."

"I want a horse."

"I want a toilet bowl!" Yang Soong said.

This sound almost made Yang Soong throw the kitchen knife out.

Even the healthy Jiro was guessing. What was this Yang Soong doing? Does he plan to put this bunch of flowers and plants on the surface? Hmph, Huaxia people all like to have good luck. It's all about face work, it's meaningless at all.

"But what exactly is he sculpting?"

Yang Soong ignored everyone. He lowered his head and hummed a small tune as he slowly carved.

He liked the feeling of holding a riddle and not telling anyone.

It felt good to have everything under control.

"Just guess."

Time passed bit by bit.

"Wow, I know Brother Yang Soong is carving a pumpkin carriage!"

"I also know, and Miss Gray."

"Crystal shoes!"

[This is called the carriage. There will be horses pulling the carriage later.]

The pumpkin carriage slowly revealed its true appearance. The patterns were complex and gorgeous, as if inviting the princess to come.

Fitness Jiro touched his chin and said, "So it really is the pumpkin carriage. Is this Andersen, or is this Grimm's fairy tale?"

Yang Soong went to the food section again.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing again?" The healthy Jiro shouted.

Making soup noodles. In addition to having requirements for noodles, he also needed a pot of good soup.

It wouldn't be possible to make soup without three hours.

Yang Soong had already spent two hours sculpting.

"Are you trying to show off to me? Show off your outstanding knife skills?" Jiro also went to bring back a pumpkin: "I want to carve a castle. It's more beautiful and gorgeous than your carriage. Whether it's cooked wheaten food or knife skills, I can't lose to you, a inexperienced brat who still stinks of milk."

He probably forgot that Yang Soong was a chef who could cut the tofu into pieces.

And they couldn't do it.2

The audience was confused. "Isn't this a competition of cooked wheaten food? Why are the two chefs so good at cutting?"

The children were very excited.

"Ah, I know. This is Ultraman."

"Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie!"

"The dragon cat flies."

"The Seven Fairies are the most beautiful!"

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