Chapter 1269

The running direction of the topic is really abnormal.

It was also pressed immediately.

"I don't eat that much. These are made for you." Yang Songdao.

"Just didn't remember to give it to you." Yang Song is desperately looking for reasons: "because I want to wait and make the radish taste more thoroughly. Do you eat it now? Does the shredded radish taste good?"

He just forgot to remember.

"The most important thing for today's brunch is this cold carrot."

Yang Song explained.

The people began to taste it immediately.

"The shredded radish is delicious!"

"Sour, sweet, spicy, salty."

"It's really delicious!"

If a group of people fall into eating, there are not so many problems.

That's the time. It's eleven o'clock.

The Gong struck.

It's time to hand in the dishes.

Yang Song and Ichiro Nozawa all shut down.

Buddha jumped over the wall and began to unseal at this moment.

Because there are five judges.

Both of them have done a lot.

Put the big wine jar upside down, pour out the ingredients, put them into small pottery pots and send them to the judges.

This is the final swing.

The small pots used for holding vegetables are all placed in the steamer to keep the temperature and smell with old wine.

The little sister of etiquette took all the Buddha jumping walls from both sides and put them on the jury table.

Five judges who had been locked up for 24 hours were finally released.

The cook's business is over. Next, let's give it to the judges.

Ichiro Nozawa came arrogantly and said to Yang Song's back, "you know, you've been a loser from this moment. I beat you with your Chinese food."

"Buddha jumping over the wall is the pride of your Chinese cooking industry, but from today on, it will be a shame for you, because you Chinese can't cook your own dishes."

"Remember to salute the teacher. You must wear it. I'll give you a big red envelope."

Ichiro Nozawa finally finished, and Yang Song slowly turned around.

"You! Ah... How can you do this? We're still in the game. Why do you do this to me?" Ichiro Nozawa shouted angrily.

Yang Song killed the last mouthful of soup from Buddha jumping over the wall in his rice bowl, and then took off the earplugs.

"The anti sound quality of this earplug is still not good."

Then, Yang Song rubbed his ears unbearably: "why should I wear this? You don't count in your heart?"

"You're almost ready. The game is over. Can you let me go?"

Yang Song filled another half bowl: "I just want to finish this meal quietly."

You can't eat without soup.

Ichiro Nozawa was very angry: "aren't you worried at all? Not at all?"

"If you lose, what do I have to worry about?" Yang Song doesn't understand.

"Hehe, do you think I will lose? Do you know how many years I have practiced Buddha jumping over the wall?" Ichiro Nozawa sneered.

Yang Song: "I've practiced for more than 20 years. You've said it many times."

"How many years have you practiced?"

"A year, maybe less than a year, I forgot." Yang Song is very honest.

"Then why do you think you can beat me?" Ichiro Nozawa said, "do you think you are a genius?"

Twenty one on one, it sounds like there's really no chance of winning.

Yang Song also asked, "how many years have you practiced sashimi?"

Ichiro Nozawa seems to have been hit with dumb acupoints and fixed body acupoints.

"It should be longer than practicing Buddha jumping over the wall?"

Ichiro Nozawa lifted the kitchen knife and the first course of practice was sashimi.

It can be said that sashimi runs through his whole chef career and belongs to the background of his life.

Yang Song: "I practiced sashimi for less than half a year."

"No way! You lied to me!" Ichiro Nozawa turned and wanted to take a knife. After touching it for a long time, he found that it was not his stove.

Yang Song's knife is even less likely to be robbed by others.

"I lost the sashimi. Isn't it right for the Buddha to jump over the wall and lose to me?"

If it had been in the past, Yang Song wouldn't have done it so simply.

But now it's not all right.

The old boy is so annoying.

Yang Song wants to live and get clean, there are two ways: first, it is impossible to lose to Ichiro Nozawa.

Yang Song is a man who wants to be the king of Kitchen God. How can he lose?

Moreover, with the little humanity of Ichiro Nozawa, if he wins, he is more unlikely to let Yang Song go.

Second, crush Ichiro Nozawa with absolute strength, let him see the gap between himself and Yang Song, and don't appear if he can't grind a good sword.

Sometimes there is only one way to go in life, not so many multiple-choice questions.

"I don't believe it. You're too arrogant, but I..."

"I judge red very."

"Red is very."

"Very, red."

……

"Black..."

For the absolute fairness of the competition, the judges will not know whose food they eat until they announce their answers.

Only red and black sides.

Yang Song is the red one.

He got five tenths, which is still full marks, but Yang Song was not very satisfied.

The pot of Buddha jumping over the wall he made really can't get in a little, but it's still bad.

And Ichiro Nozawa, only got 39 points.

There is a big gap.

"I don't believe it. It's impossible!" Ichiro Nozawa turned into a beast again and roared, "you must have cheated!"

He first questioned the two judges who gave him the lowest score.

"What's the matter with you?"

"As compatriots, you betrayed me!"

Judge he Guoyi, he was very angry: "you have boasted countless times about how your Buddha jumping wall smells, how soft, rotten and tender, and how fresh in fresh. We believe it, but you have disappointed us now. It's extremely disappointing!"

Judge he guo2, he couldn't see whether he was angry, because he looked very calm: "Mr. yeze, the Buddha jumping wall you made is to make a background board for Mr. Yang Song? Is it to set off the delicious food he made?"

He spoke with a smile and a polite soft knife with a barb.

Yang Song admired: "these two goods are more poisonous than me. They really kill people."

"No way, I don't believe it." As Ichiro Nozawa said, he wanted to grab a judge's spoon and try Yang Song's Buddha jumping over the wall.

As a result, he pulled all five small pottery pots.

It's so clean that there's not even a drop of soup left.

Only his own Buddha jumped over the wall and hardly moved.

"In order to make the game fair enough, we have discussed that we will each taste three of your dishes before making a final decision."

This is the meaning of comparison.

"We tasted yours first and thought it was very good."

"When we tasted Mr. Yang Song's, we were shocked."

"And yours is rubbish."

"We are still hungry, but we have tasted the Buddha jumping wall made by Mr. Yang Song. We refuse to eat other food. Those are rubbish."

Ichiro Nozawa's heart was hit only by slag.

Yang Song won easily.