996: C996 The Mystery of Sauce Noodles

C996 The Mystery of Sauce Noodles

Yang Soong was still boiling the sauce at this time.

"So slow!" The Hitaka was like a big rooster, with his head held high and his chest puffed up. He was very proud of himself. "You're trying to stall for time, aren't you? Could it be that the judges will be able to eat your noodles after a while? " What a joke. "

Yang Soong ignored him and continued to stir the flour paste with a small spoon.

"If you lose, then you lose. You have to be able to afford to lose." Jiro seemed to be trying his best to persuade him.

Yang Soong threw some green onion flowers in at the right time.

The Yoshichiro Ichiro Ichiro didn't. "Idiot, why did you throw green onion flowers in there? Be careful, it might burn, and you might even eat it to cover your teeth. "

When the water started to boil, Yang Soong started to cook the noodles.

"You really don't know how to grasp the time. When the noodles are cooked, the sauce will cool down."

This guy probably forgot the truth that villains die from talking too much.

Yang Soong slowly cooked the noodles, then slowly cooked the vegetables and poured the sauce on them.

Even when he raised his hand, he was still lazy.

The young lady in qipao came over to serve the noodles. Yang Soong only asked her to bring a bowl over.

"Chef Yang, there are three judges. You still have two bowls here."

"I know. One bowl is enough. The weather is quite hot and it's not suitable to eat too much."

The young lady in qipao helplessly carried the bowl away.

The melon-eating crowd stared at the remaining two bowls and started to salivate.

"Will I get a portion of the remaining two bowls?"

Yang Soong picked up one of the bowls and sent it out of the arena. Everyone's hearts were raised. "Is it for me? For me? "

He handed it to Meng Shihan.

"Sure enough, Brother Song never forgot about women."

"There's still another bowl?"

"Yeah, there's another bowl. Brother Song currently only has one wife."

Yang Soong carried the last bowl and ate it himself.

Elder Lu, who sat in the middle, was in charge of mixing the noodles. There was no reaction. He waited until the third time.

Gulp...

The two judges beside him started to gulp.

"How did you make the fried sauce? Why is it so fragrant?"

As he stirred the sauce, the fragrance of Yang Soong's sauce drifted away. To be precise, it was completely released.

"Elder Lu, it's my fault. You're really old. How can I let you mix the noodles? "

"Let me do it. I'm the youngest among the three of us. I'm young and strong."

"All of you get lost."

The process of stir-fried noodles and stir-fried sauce was full of joy.

Elder Lu quickly stir-fried the noodles three more times before he was completely done.

It was like a signal. The judges on both sides of Elder Lu quickly put down their chopsticks and scooped the noodles into their bowls.

They had thought that they would definitely fight for the noodles.

However, when the chopsticks were pulled into the bowl, the noodles automatically separated.

"Three noodles?"

Yang Soong gave the three of them a bowl of noodles. In fact, there were only three noodles in the bowl, but these three noodles were long enough.

Each of them had one bowl, which was three small bowls.

"So mysterious? Let me try the taste."

Jiro couldn't help but feel nervous. "You think you're performing magic?"

Each of them had one noodle, and it was very convenient to eat it together with vegetables and noodles.

"This dentures!"

"This sauce is fragrant, it's fragrant, it's very fragrant!"

"And why is this cucumber silk on it so refreshing?"

"The onion fragrance is always layered. How did you do it?"

The three judges had eaten all the dishes and noodles. They couldn't figure it out, so they subconsciously scraped the sauce on the bowl wall.

"The onion oil is very good. It maintains the fragrance of the green onion and the sweet taste of the green onion. It resonates very well when cooked once in a lifetime. It's too delicious."

"There's also this fried sauce. The meat inside tastes very textured. The crispy and scorched meat is fried. The soft and tender lean meat was actually separated from the lean meat by Chef Yang? "This knife technique is simply beyond human imagination."

What is streaky pork?

It is hard to separate the fat and the thin. This is streaky pork.

To distinguish the fat and the thin meat clearly, it would test one's eyesight and knife skills.

"Separate the fat and thin of the streaky pork?" The healthy man opened his mouth wide in surprise and could not close it for a long time. "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. Did you guys eat the wrong food? "

The average age of the three judges was 45 years old, and the oldest Elder Lu was only 50 years old.

"When He Guo went to invite us, he was as obedient as his third grandson. What is he doing with his face now?"

The healthy young man ran to Yang Soong's stove. "Let me have a taste of your fried sauce."

Yang Soong frowned and did not want to give it to him.

"Don't pretend to be confused. I saw that you blew up a lot. It was all in that porcelain jar." He pointed at the seven hundred milliliters porcelain jar beside him.

Yang Soong said, "I can give it to you to taste, but it can't be free."

"Why? I can also give you a taste of my fried sauce." Jiro had also done a lot, just to show off after winning later.

"Here, have a taste of what champion fried sauce is!" He planned to show off after winning.2

Yang Soong said, "In China, it's not common to eat plain food."

Felicitous Rain Lord was angered to death. "How much? I will give it to you."

He took out his wallet and took out a bunch of colorful bills.

Yang Soong said, "Cash only takes money from girls."

"I don't have any!" He shouted at Yang Soong.

"You can either use your card or use your phone to transfer money."

Jiro was unable to use his phone to transfer money. He swiped his card and Chen Ming quickly sent the app over.

"Six hundred dollars, thank you." Yang Soong said, dug out a spoonful of sauce and put it in the bowl. He handed it to the healthy man.

Chen Ming's mouth twitched. "Brother Song is a bit dark.

The healthy Jiro stuffed the sauce into his mouth and was about to let out a light scoff without caring about it. He then said a few sharp sarcastic words.

He was stunned, as if he had been struck by a series of lightning bolts.

"This fried sauce is rich in sauce, and the fragrance of the pork grains makes people want to chew the meat grains. The crispy and juicy meat is perfectly synchronized with the more heavy yellow bean paste. Next are the slightly sweet onions and onions, as well as the onion oil hidden deep inside. It's very refreshing and fragrant. How can it be so refreshing to think so?" "The sauce is very thick, and the fragrance of the pork grains makes people want to chew the meat grains. The crispy and juicy meat is perfectly synchronized with the thicker yellow bean paste. It's followed by the slightly sweet onions and onions, as well as the onion oil hidden deep inside. It's very refreshing and fragrant. How can it be so refreshing?"

This reminded the healthy young man of his childhood.

It was in the countryside. His grandmother would always make fried noodles for him. The green onions that were pulled out from the fields with dewdrops were like crystal clear pearls. The pork was bought in the morning, and the water in the well was soaked in ice, while the pork was frozen.

The healthy man who ran around outside crazily was covered in sweat. Every time, he would get rid of a large bowl.

"This sauce actually has the taste of my childhood grandmother."

Jiro's eyes became moist.

His grandmother might not have the ability to cut the fat of the streaky pork and the thin meat. It was just that the taste of her childhood grandmother's sauce noodles was the best taste in the Yoshichiro Nakajima's memory.

Only the sauce that Yang Soong squeezed could awaken the beautiful memory.

"So what? The sauce is good, but it doesn't mean you won. Don't forget, besides the sauce, there is also noodles. " My noodles are better than yours this time. The judges have already praised me! "

Jiro said again, "And I have a more accurate grasp of the fire. The sauce has just been boiled, and it has already been poured on the noodles."

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