Chapter 995

Kenjiro tsuri came to find Yang Song again. The boy was smart and didn't make trouble during business hours. He also brought a professional interpreter.

"I'm ready. We can start the game at any time." His face was full of expectation, like an adolescent acne hairy boy who confessed in public, waiting for the other party to give him an answer.

Yang Song looked at Shinjiro tsuri and had a toothache: "the game is the game. What do you want to do dressed like this?"

Tuxedo black suit, with a bow, leather shoes shiny, socks with patterns, and even perfume.

"It's my sincerity to be solemn. I want to win you with the best attitude!" The people of he country are really the second form everywhere.

Yang Song: "just be happy. Let's start the competition."

There are too many people looking for Yang Song to challenge their cooking skills. There is a challenge arena arranged in the center of the food street.

Put the kitchen utensils and ingredients on top and the cook can lift his feet.

"What we are going to compare today is fried sauce noodles and seafood noodles!"

"More than two?"

"Just compare the next two games together. I can't accept the situation of one win and one loss with you for too long."

Yang Song has won the first game. From that time to now, Kenjiro tsuri feels that he is always in a dark period.

He wants to win the second game quickly and win the third game seamlessly, so he is the final winner. There is no draw. He is the king under the stars.

For noodles, he is a big man, an incomparable big man.

Losing to Yang Song once is enough.

"I want you to know what the king of faces is."

Yang Song turned a very cultured white eye: "go out more if you have nothing to do."

It's not advisable to sit and watch the sky.

Yang Song went to the warehouse behind the bamboo forest and came out again, pushing a small cart with food materials on it.

"Stop talking nonsense. Start early and end early. I have to go shopping with my girlfriend later."

Tsuri Kenjiro immediately called quack to urge.

"Yang Song, do you know that my ingredients are specially transported from our big country!"

"Your ordinary ingredients will tremble in front of my precious ingredients."

"The most important thing in making food is the ingredients. You have lost to me before you start."

Obviously, since Yang Song promised to start the challenge at any time last time, the boy has gone to prepare the ingredients.

Today, the ingredients were in place, and he couldn't wait to pick a problem.

Yang Song: "I'll give you a chance. You can use my ingredients, or if you need any ingredients, I can ask my friends to send them."

Tsuri Kenjiro: "Oh, you think I'll give you my ingredients if you say so? Don't think! We use our own ingredients. You don't want to take advantage. As a cook, finding high-quality ingredients is also one of our strengths. I won't let you!"

Yang Song said, "just be happy."

It exploded in a group of letters.

"The challenge between brother song and Kenjiro shori is about to begin!"

"I'm so lucky. I'm at the gate of Baifeng Pavilion."

"I've asked for leave. I've got a good car. I'll be right there."

"Add one."

……

"Arrive at the battlefield in fifteen minutes."

"NIMA, why am I out of town again?"

"Mom, luckily I didn't get on the plane and I can refund my ticket."

"Brother song, wait for me. I'm the boss. I don't have to ask for leave."

After lunch time, the lonely food street became lively at a very fast speed.

With the challenge arena as the center, layers of people form a big circle.

The most interesting thing is that everyone is sitting on a small bench.

The tall man accidentally sat in front and consciously changed the small bench. The bench was short and did not block the sight of the people behind.

People who are really tall, such as two meter giants, be conscious and don't sit in the first two rows.

Delicate people are very proud. They sit wherever they want.

It took 20 minutes for the ingredients to be in place.

The challenge arena officially began.

There are as many kinds of sauce noodles as there are families in China.

He Guo also has his own characteristic fried sauce noodles.

"I'll beat you with your Chinese fried sauce noodles!" Tsuri Kenjiro put on his apron: "you Chinese have a lot of excellent things, but you don't know how to cherish them. It's our country that carries forward those things. I want to tell you with facts that only the great chefs of what country can make really excellent fried sauce noodles."

Yang Song: "why do you talk so much every time you cook?"

Tsuri Kenjiro: "this is my announcement. I tell you the reason for your failure. This is the truth of life for all of you Chinese!"

"We have a saying here that villains die of talking too much. Learn it." Yang Song has washed his hands and started kneading.

In the same sentence, a real cook makes fried noodles with sauce from making noodles.

Tsuri Kenjiro looked constipated and said no more. He hummed heavily and quickly began to meet.

He must make noodles better than Yang Song this time. He lost last time because his hand was slow.

People who can't afford to lose always like to find various reasons.

All excuses.

To make fried noodles with sauce, the best noodles should be round noodles because they are strong enough.

Yang Song knows this truth, and so does tsuri Kenjiro.

They are all round.

With the form of ramen, you can make a round surface.

Yang Song and tsuri Kenjiro use the same method.

Longxumian is not necessary. It is suitable for making fried sauce noodles. The round noodles do not need to be so thin, and naturally do not need to be pulled too many times.

At this point, Yang Song's superb buckle technology can't be brought into play.

As long as he doesn't have to buckle his face 15 times, his winning face is big enough.

They almost made the noodles at the same time and put them aside to wake up.

Then start chopping Diced Pork, stir frying Diced Pork and making fried sauce.

"Tsuri Kenjiro is a lot faster this time?"

"I see."

It's hard to see. When tsuri Kenjiro cooked the sauce, Yang Song didn't start. The old boy's expression was - I'm faster than you, so I'm sure to win.

Cheap.

It's very sad.

Yang Song seemed to find nothing. He steadily fished out the meat, washed the pot and began to fry the scallion oil.

He was at least two steps slower than Kenjiro tsuri.

At the sauce boiling stage, you can boil water and noodles.

Tsuri Kenjiro refused to waste a second. The two stoves opened together. The sauce was just cooked. Turn off the fire on one side and the noodles on the other side were just cooked.

He has a good grasp of the temperature.

Take out the noodles, code the dishes, pour the sauce and stir well.

"I'm ready!" Shinjiro tsuri raised her hand high, and the little sister in cheongsam took her face away and sent it to the judges.

There is no competition among the three judges.

"The noodles are moderately soft and hard, very good."

"The sauce is also fried well. If I guess correctly, the pork you use is fragrant pork fed at the same level as Kobe lobster. The meat is very fragrant and has a slight sweet taste. It blends well with soybean sauce."

"More than that, the onions, green peppers and cucumbers are top-grade, especially your soybean paste. The soybeans in it ferment well and add color to this bowl of fried sauce noodles. Good food requires not only superb cooking skills, but also excellent ingredients. This bowl of noodles is really good."

"It's very difficult for Yang Song to win."

The judges spoke highly of takejiro's fried sauce noodles, which made takejiro more satisfied: "Yang Song, you might as well admit defeat directly."