Chapter 958

The soup stewed for four hours, and the audience at the bottom watched the carving for four hours.

From Yang Song's single carving to the double carving of Kenjiro tsuri.

It's hard to tell the difference.

"Good guy, I dozed off."

"No one expected that you could watch the carving for four hours."

"Because they have fast hands, they can produce one every ten minutes, and they are lifelike."

"In the noodle competition, I watched the carving for four hours."

"Look, brother song took the lead in putting down the kitchen knife."

The eyes of thousands of people gathered on Yang Song.

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

Yang Song took another pot of water and cooked it again. Finally, he went to the porcelain basin containing the dough, took out the whole dough and kneaded it.

Kenjiro tsuri also put down his knife.

"This little ho national has carved a song brother."

"Really."

Tsuri Kenjiro washed his hands and went to the soup pot, repeating the spread of Bo Yangsong.

"I can't understand it more and more. Did takeichiro tsuri and brother song come from a master?"

"Unlikely? According to the information, Kenjiro tsuri has come to China for the first time, and brother song has never been to any country."

"Tsuri Kenjiro is a family origin. He practiced cooking since childhood. Brother Matsu grew up savagely."

"What is this confusion trying to do now?"

I don't know whether it was intentional or not. Yang Song buttoned the first bottom, and Koichiro hurriedly began to buckle his face, but he lagged behind Yang Song.

Yang Song, takeichiro tsuri twice.

Yang Song twice, tsuri Kenjiro twice.

……

The sound of noodles shaking constantly sounded in the air and knocked on everyone's heart at the scene.

The eleventh time, Kenjiro tsuri stopped and looked proudly at Yang Song.

"I don't believe you can buckle more than me. The noodles will break next."

However,

Twelve, thirteen.

Yang Song didn't stop for a long time. Koichiro's face collapsed: "it's impossible, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible."

"Buckle the face 13 times, which only exists in legend. How can someone really do it? Didn't your video be edited?"

"I must be dazzled and my ears are broken."

Yang Song deducted the fourteenth time.

Boom!

Kenjiro tsuri is going to lose his footing.

"This time is also false?"

"No, I want to see!"

He didn't care about anything and rushed over.

After being buckled fourteen times, each one is very symmetrical, like it can be stacked together to form a flat wall.

Yang Song sweeps some flour up. It looks like snow. Such noodles don't need to be boiled. You can see at a glance that they must be delicious.

"False, I must be dreaming." Tsuri Kenjiro stretched out his hand and wanted to touch it. Yang Song raised his hand and handed a radish boy out.

"Stand back, I don't like people touching my ingredients."

Tsuri Kenjiro felt the cold touch of the radish child in the palm of his hand. He finally believed that it was not a dream. It was all true.

"How on earth did you do it?"

"Fourteen times, fourteen times. After eleven times, the noodles will break."

Yang Song: "mine, I can't understand you."

Tsuri Kenjiro: "it's a miracle that the noodles are more flexible with the naked eye when they are buckled 14 times."

Yang Song: "please speak Chinese."

Kenjiro tsuri: "but that doesn't mean you won. At least my soup is better than yours."

Yang Song: "learn Chinese. It's easy to learn. Three-year-old children can learn it."

Tsuri Kenjiro: "I won't give up! Just because you buckle your face 14 times doesn't mean your face is better than mine. You know, we're more gentle this time."

Onlookers:

"They actually chatted like this, without any sense of conflict?"

"Do you understand?" I don't know any language.

"The donkey's lips are completely wrong for the horse's mouth." I understand.

Yang Song drove takeichiro away, and the water soon boiled.

Boil noodles with water and turn on the fire of the soup again.

Take out the noodles cooked with water, put them in a bowl with the soup, and then code the side dishes.

Yang Song took the lead in raising her hand. The etiquette little sister soon came and took her face away.

Kenjiro tsuri's noodles were also cooked, but he didn't submit them immediately. Instead, he waited about ten minutes.

After the judges finished Yang Song's face, Dr. Zu Lijian chose to submit.

The large screen on the square compares the faces of Yang Song and takeichiro tsuri on the same screen.

"There are ham, sun eggs and shrimp on takeichiro's noodles. When did this guy cook shrimp?"

"On brother song's face, there are only shredded meat picked from the ribs, and several shredded turnips. He didn't even put scallions."

"As far as selfie is concerned, Kenjiro tsuri won. Our poor brother song."

"The face of he country looks too luxurious."

"I don't think so. Brother song's face at least looks fresh."

As long as you are willing to find it, there will always be advantages.

The judges ate quickly and even wolfed down.

This shows that they are very satisfied.

Tsuri Kenjiro provocatively looked at Yang Song: "after eating your noodles, the judges can still be so hungry. Now you know our differences?"

I don't know why, Yang Song has always turned his back to Koichiro.

"Have you lost face to see me?"

"I don't know what cleverness you have played. Buckle your face 14 times, but I want to tell you that taste is the only way to win."

"Stupid and humble Chinese, you don't know what is really wonderful pasta."

Yang Song, with his back to Koichiro, turned around.

It's nothing.

Yang Song is eating noodles with a job.

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

Tsuri Kenjiro was very angry, and Yang Song was not happy: "don't chatter, I really don't understand."

"That's rude!" Tsuri Kenjiro pointed to Yang Song's muttering and scolding.

Yang Song ate the last mouthful of noodles and didn't drink soup: "keep your voice down. It affects me to eat noodles. You should know that eating noodles quietly will be in a good mood. You're too noisy."

The noise made him want no soup.

"It's been more than four hours. Aren't you hungry?"

"I still have the strength to speak."

After this reminder, the belly of the audience shouted.

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

"Brother song, you only cook for yourself."

"I seem to eat a bowl of noodles."

"What smells so good?"

Of course, Yang Song won't just cook for himself. The people in Baifeng pavilion are eating a bowl of noodles.

Especially Chen Ming, this guy eats noodles. It's called a powerful and majestic man.

It's like a flood with the gate open, bowl after bowl.