Chapter 70

Boiling soup is the first step in making chicken blood soup.

Gu Zheng doesn't know the outside reaction. He is now completely immersed in the cooking of chicken blood soup. Although the cooking is printed in his mind, it is his first time to do it. In addition, it is also a competition, which can't tolerate a trace of carelessness.

When the soup was cooked, Gu Zheng picked up the chicken blood in the ceramic bowl, and the immortal force in his palm was more than one share, secretly operating in the fresh chicken blood that was slowly solidifying.

The bright red chicken blood accelerates the coagulation speed, and it is not the whole piece. The chicken blood is divided into neat small pieces, each of which is just a small bite. The size of the chicken blood is very particular, which can make people eat it in one bite and maximize the taste of the chicken blood.

At the door of the store, the security guard outside the door has stopped several people.

"Why don't you let us in?"

A young man outside the door asked loudly. At this time, there were four or five people at the door who were attracted by the smell. They were nearest and could easily find the source of the smell. It was the head office of duck blood vermicelli soup.

"Sorry, we are closed today!"

The security guard whispered, and they also smelled the smell. Unfortunately, the smell did not belong to their store, but was made by others.

"Why is it so fragrant when it's not open? What activities are there? Can we go in and have a look?"

Another person asked, the smell is really attractive, especially here. The smell is very strong. They can see someone inside through the glass window outside, but they can't see the ancient struggle of cooking, and they don't know what the strong smell is. Don't mention how anxious it is.

"It's a food competition. It's not open to the outside world. I'm really sorry!" the security guard explained again.

"Food competition, no wonder!"

Some people are surprised, but others are more curious. There are several more people around here. The fragrance here is the strongest. With some people, it is easy to attract others.

The chicken blood in the ceramic bowl became a block. Gu Zheng picked up the ceramic bowl and tilted it. The chicken blood steadily fell into the boiled bowl held by Gu Zheng in his other hand.

Chicken blood soup is the key here. Gu Zheng has only two hands. When pouring chicken blood, there is no way to control the heat, only the situation in the pot, so that the soup and heat can continue to maintain a perfect fusion state.

All the chicken blood was poured in, Gu Zheng's hand fell quickly, controlled the heat again, and took a deep breath. There was no accident in the heat just now. A slight error in the heat may affect the final taste of the chicken blood soup.

"Look, the fog has changed!"

A sharp eyed judge shouted. The fog on the small pot has always existed. The fog in this meeting has become smaller, but it shows a hazy chicken. Gao Lao has become more excited and extremely fragrant. This is indeed the legendary extremely fragrant shape.

"Mr. Gao, it's right to come this time. It's worth it!"

Not far away, a judge in his forties said to Gao Lao that he, like Gao Lao, was also a cook, and he has not retired yet and is still working as a cook.

"Yes, I'm glad I'm here, otherwise how can I see the legendary extremely fragrant shape!" Gao deeply agreed and nodded.

"I always thought that Jixiang Huaxing was just a legend and would not exist at all. Today I understand that these situations really happen when cooking reaches the extreme. This is Jixiang Huaxing, but I don't know whether other legends will also exist!"

The cabinet judge said with emotion that there are many legends in the chef world, and there are hundreds of kinds of trails, but what is really recognized is the top ten legends. These legends are related to people who can be called grandparents in their chef world. Jixiang Huaxing is one of the top ten legends.

In the past, including Gao Lao, they all thought that these legends were false and deliberately exaggerated. Until today, they understand that legends are not false, but that no one has done it for a long time. If no one can do it and can't verify it, they will naturally think it is false.

"Now I have great expectations for this pot of soup. I have a hunch that this soup will bring me the biggest surprise!"

One of the two judges suddenly said something. Gao Lao and the cabinet judge were stunned and then laughed. Yes, the biggest surprise today is not to see the extremely fragrant shape. The biggest surprise is that they are lucky to drink this soup. This is the biggest harvest today.

The chicken blood was poured into the pot. Most of Gu Zheng's chicken blood soup had been completed. Looking at the chicken blood rolling in the pot, Gu Zheng's face smiled more and more.

Chicken blood soup is very successful. Even Gu Zheng has great expectations for the chicken blood soup made with two common ingredients. There are not many soup in the small steamer. This is the chicken blood of a whole chicken. I will save some for myself later. This is the chicken blood soup made by tiexian cooking, and it is the first time to make it. I'm sorry if I don't try it.

"All right!"

Gao Lao suddenly sat up straight, and the thick fog above the pot gradually dissipated. Finally, these thick fog did not form the appearance of chicken, which made Gao Lao feel a little regretful. According to the legend, it can turn into the appearance of the food material itself, which is the real formation of Jixiang. If it is not completed without change, it can only be regarded as close. Jixiang has formed, but it has not turned into shape, and it is only half completed.

Even so, Gao and Lao were not dissatisfied. They could see that half of the extremely fragrant form was great fortune.

Du Yang has helped Gu Zheng put away the bowls. There are eleven small bowls. Gu Zheng poured only a small half of each bowl, with only two pieces of chicken blood in it. When pouring the soup, the strong fragrance is less, but it has a faint smell like dew, which makes people wait longer when they are strange.

"Judges, please taste it!"

Du Yang took out the chicken blood soup. Gu Zheng put on an invitation. Old Gao was the first to take up the bowl, took it under his nose and smelled it heavily, then showed an intoxicated look.

"The flavor of this chicken blood soup is very different from others. Generally speaking, pure chicken blood soup will bring a little fishy smell. This bowl of soup does not have, but the delicious taste of chicken blood is well preserved. It goes fishy and remains fresh. I don't know how you make the soup have this taste, but I have to say that you are better than me. I can't make this kind of food!"

At this time, almost everyone knows what Gu Zheng is doing. No wonder it is not similar to duck blood vermicelli soup. Except for different blood raw materials and no vermicelli, chicken blood soup is really similar.

Gao Lao's comments also gave Gu Zheng high relevance. He didn't drink soup. He just smelled it and thought he was inferior. It's much better than general praise.

"Yes, the soup is appetizing just by smelling. Unfortunately, the quantity is too small!"

Another judge also said a sentence with a bowl, and others laughed. The chicken blood soup in the small bowl is indeed not much, but this is a food competition, not a meal. It is impossible for them to let go of their stomachs and eat well.

More people behind them will be in the stomach. You judges can taste it and are not satisfied. But they have been watching and smelling and can't eat at all. Isn't it more depressed.