958: C958 Different Realms

C958 Different Realms

The stews were stewed for four hours, and the audience watched the carvings for four hours.

From Yang Soong sculpting alone to the dual sculpting of the healthy Jiro.

It was hard to tell the difference between the knife and the sword.

"Good fellow, I was already dozing off."

"Who would have thought that I would be able to look at the carvings for four hours?"

"Because their hands are fast, they can produce one every ten minutes, and they're all very lifelike."

"During the noodles competition, I watched the carvings for four hours."

"Look, Brother Song put down the kitchen knife first."

Thousands of people on the scene looked at Yang Soong.

Everyone watched. He went to wash his hands, then walked to the soup pot. He stared at it for a while, then sprinkled some salt in and turned off the fire.

Yang Soong took another pot of water and boiled it again. Finally, he walked to the porcelain pot that held the dough, took out the entire dough, and kneaded it.

The healthy and healthy young man also put down the carving knife.

"This person from Little He Country actually carved Brother Song."

"That's true."

Fei Jianlang also washed his hands and walked towards the tall soup pot, repeating the rumors of Bo Yang Soong.

"I'm getting more and more confused. Could it be that Jiro and Brother Song came from the same master?"

"That's not possible, is it? First of all, the information says that this is the first time the Yoshichiro has come to China, and Brother Song has never been to He Country."

"The Yoshichiro Savant has a family background. He has been practicing cooking since he was young. Brother Song has grown up barbarically."

"So, what do you want to do with your confused behavior now?"

I don't know if it was intentional or not. Yang Song knocked on the first one, and the healthy young man also hurried to close the first one. However, he was a little behind Yang Soong.

Yang Soong knocked on the first button, and the Yoshichiro Savant knocked on the second button.

Yang Soong did it twice, and the healthy young man did it twice.

...

The sound of noodles being swung continuously rang out in the air, and it also rang in the hearts of everyone present.

The eleventh time, the healthy and fit Jiro stopped and looked proudly at Yang Soong.

"I don't believe that you can really deduct more than me. The noodles will definitely break next."

However,

Twelfth time, thirteenth time.

Yang Soong did not stop, and the healthy Jiro's face fell. "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Thirteen cuts only exist in legends. How can someone really do it? " Didn't you edit your video? "

"I must be seeing things. My ears must be broken too."

Yang Soong pressed the 14th button again.

Boom!

Jiro was about to lose his balance.

"This time, it's also fake?"

"No, I want to take a look!"

He did not care about anything else and rushed over.

After deducting the surface fourteen times, each of them was very well-proportioned, as if they could be stacked together to form a flat wall.

Yang Soong swept some flour over it, and it looked like snow had fallen on it. This kind of noodles did not need to be cooked, and with a glance, one could tell that it was delicious.

"It's fake. I must be dreaming." Jiro Fei stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it. Yang Soong raised his hand and handed a radish child over.

"Step back. I don't like others touching my ingredients."

The healthy young man felt the cold touch of the radish child on his palm and finally believed that it was not a dream. It was all true.

"How did you do it?"

"Fourteen times, fourteen times, eleven times, the noodles should be broken."

Yang Soong said, "Mine, I don't understand you."

The healthy and healthy young man said, "Fourteen times, the noodles can be seen with the naked eye to be more flexible. This is really a miracle."

Yang Soong: "Please speak Mandarin."

"But that doesn't mean you won. At least my soup is better than yours," the man said.

Yang Soong: "Learn Mandarin. It's quite easy to learn. Even a three-year-old child knows it."

"I definitely won't give up!" the Felicitous Rain Lord said. Fourteen times didn't mean that your noodles were better than mine. You have to know that this time, we are competing with each other in terms of noodles. "

The crowd:

"They actually started chatting just like that? They don't feel anything out of the ordinary?"

"Do you understand?" He did not understand the language of He Country.

"It's completely different from horse's mouth." This was understood.

Yang Soong chased the healthy Jiro away, and the water soon started to boil.

He boiled the noodles with clear water, and the heat of the soup was rekindled.

He scooped out the noodles that had been boiled with clear water, placed them in a bowl together with the soup, and then added the side dishes.

Yang Soong was the first to raise his hand. The etiquette lady quickly came over and carried the noodles away.

The noodles of the healthy and healthy man were also cooked, but he did not immediately submit it. Instead, he waited for about ten minutes.

After the judges finished eating Yang Soong's noodles, the Yoshichiro chose to submit it.

On the big screen in the square, Yang Soong and the Yoshichiro's noodles were compared.

"There are ham, sun eggs, and prawns on the healthy man's noodles. When did this guy cook prawns?"

"Brother Song only has shredded meat that was picked out from the ribs on the surface. There are also a few shredded radishes that haven't even been placed with onions. "

"In terms of looks alone, the healthy and healthy young man won. Our poor Brother Song."

"He Guo's noodles look really luxurious."

"I don't think so. Brother Song's noodles look very refreshing at least."

As long as you are willing to look, there will always be good points.

The judges ate very quickly and even wolfed down their food.

This showed that they were very satisfied.

Felicitous Rain Lord looked at Yang Soong provocatively. "After eating the noodles you made, the judges are still so hungry. Now you know the difference between us, right?"

For some reason, Yang Soong had his back to the healthy chiro.

"Are you too ashamed to see me?" the man asked.

"I don't know what kind of clever trick you've played, but I have to tell you that taste is the best way to win."

"Foolish and humble Huaxia man, you don't even know what a truly wonderful pasta is."

Yang Soong turned around with his back to the healthy young man.

It was nothing.

Yang Soong was actually eating noodles with his rice bowl in his hand.

"You, how can you do this?" He was so serious and serious. Yang Soong actually went to eat noodles behind his back.

The healthy Jiro was very angry, and Yang Soong was also unhappy. "Don't talk nonsense, I really don't understand."

"You are too rude!" Yoshichiro Zu pointed at Yang Soong and started scolding him.

Yang Soong ate the last mouthful of noodles and had yet to drink the soup. "Keep your voice down. It's affecting my eating. You should know that only by eating noodles quietly will you be in a good mood. You are too noisy."

It was so noisy that he didn't even want to drink the soup.

"It has been more than four hours. Are you not hungry?"

"You actually have the strength to talk."

After this reminder, the stomachs of the audience started to shout in unison.

"I've been hungry for a long time."

"Brother Song, you actually only cooked for yourself."

"I think I should eat a bowl of noodles."

"What smells so good?"

Of course, Yang Soong would not only cook for himself. The people from the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion were each having a bowl of noodles, and they were eating with great enthusiasm.

Especially Chen Ming. When he ate the noodles, he looked mighty and majestic.2

It was like a dam had been opened, one bowl after another.

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