Chapter 883

"The challenge begins!"

The cooking competition is still very hot.

Hot bamboo rat, only one dish, the content is simple, the competition form is more simple.

That is, the judges want to taste the first one, and finally give a unified score.

The five judges, all with cold faces, have a noble temperament of strangers.

The score is ten.

The host also said: "in addition to the contestants of the challenge, what's more interesting is that the five judges we invited today have a good relationship, and they even lost when they were young."

It's hard and easy to make this dish.

Yang Song said: "in fact, it's almost as difficult as baking gluten."

How can hot bamboo rat be similar to baked gluten?

"Do you know how to bake bamboo mice?" Lu Yue clenched his teeth.

Now he regrets it. Is Yang song really qualified to compete with him?

Yang Song whistled, and even had time to greet people: "brother-in-law, play a song for my brother-in-law. I want to be happy. I want to be happy."

"OK, brother-in-law!" Meng Shijia now definitely has the tendency to upgrade to the number one younger brother of Yang Song.

Chen Ming is the first to release the music - "lover".

You are my lover, like a rose

Meng Shijia's face turned black, and Yang Song laughed: "that's what I want."

In such a short time, he has cleaned up the bamboo mice.

It's better to marinate the baked things so that they taste good.

Yang Song's bamboo rat is already in the pickling stage. Lu Yue is in a hurry. He just slaughtered the bamboo rat. It will take at least ten minutes to clean it, and then he has to pickle it.

He was at least ten minutes slower than Yang Song. That is to say, when Yang Song was baked, LV Yue's bamboo mice were not ripe.

Of course, whoever makes the dishes first takes advantage.

Bamboo rat is a troublesome food. Once it is eaten, it is a waste of time.

The person in front serves it, the judges eat it, comment on it for a while, and wait until the person in the back serves it again. It's very likely that it's not just baked.

When the roasted bamboo rat is cold, it will affect the taste and taste.

Another reason is that this dish is greasy. The judges are getting older. After eating the first course, they may feel bored.

We should be the first to make a good meal.

LV Yue quickened his pace.

No matter how fast he speeds up, he can't match Yang Song.

In barbecue, ten minutes is a natural moat.

Lu Yue's nose is sweating. Yang Song's bamboo rat is almost cured, but he has just started.

Different from LV Yue's attention to Yang Song's progress from time to time, Yang Song is dozing off with his eyes closed, and even the music has been changed into a lullaby.

Yang Song leaned on the chair and was sleepy: "after listening to this song, it's delicious."

If it tastes good, it can be roasted.

LV Yue has fired.

"What's the matter? Do you not pickle the roast bamboo mice in shiweige? "

"This barbecue is not salted. I'm afraid it won't taste good then, will it?"

"Is this the only secret recipe of shiweige?"

……

Zhou Yuanqi is also holding a smile, waiting to win later.

Lu Yue roasted it without curing, and Yang Song was a little surprised.

But it was just a moment, and Yang Song didn't care, what to do or what to do.

He even pickled a little more leisurely.

As time went by, LV Yue was the first to finish the baking and raised his hand: "please taste it."

The waiter brought the roasted bamboo mice on wooden plates to the judges.

"Well, you are red and bright, and it's a good dish when you're home."

"These bamboo mice are well chosen. They are round in waist and fat in body. They are suitable for roasting."

"I like the fragrance best. When I smell it, I know that the chef has a sense of propriety, not too much, not too much."

This is a common rule for judges to taste food. Before eating, they say a few words of greetings, and after eating, they say a few more words.

Some people who have too much to say may write a poem in the process of eating.

When they are finished, the waiter takes a knife to cut the bamboo rat meat for the judges to taste.

Although there are five judges, it is impossible to have a roast bamboo rat for each.

They're judges, not diners.

Just try it.

Waiters are professional waiters who can quickly divide the food.

The judges finally got a piece of crap.

"Come on, let's try it."

The watchmen are tired of waiting.

A mouthful of bamboo rat meat.

"Well, Feimei."

Two bamboo mice are in the mouth.

"Fresh and tender."

The meat of three bamboo mice is in the mouth.

"It tastes good."

After eating, the judges are not in a hurry to score. They are still waiting for Yang Song.

If there are more people participating in the challenge, the judges will score after eating. Now there are only two people, so they can wait and mobilize the hearts of the audience.

These days, everyone likes to have a heartbeat.

"In fact, I've had several meals in shiweige. I'm enjoying it."

"Shiweige is very good. It tastes good. The environment is high-grade. Especially the little sister who serves food. That's a beautiful one!"

"I also like food for the pavilion. I've looked at the price of Baifeng Pavilion at the door. It's frightening!"

"Baifeng Pavilion is a place to kill guests, and food is a good place for us!"

"Yang song can't do it. Look at him. He's too slow."

"Look at the judges, they are quite satisfied."

"I think the food is stable."

……

Regardless of the weather outside, Yang Song is still leaning against his bamboo mouse.

According to the truth, in fact, Yang Song should have been baked a long time ago.

Now the time he spent, he just baked another wave of bamboo and mice.

But, after all, he is cooking in public, or low-key.

After all, there are so many mortals that we have to leave some way for other chefs.

"To give everyone a lifetime hard work, or it is possible to catch up with my impulse, can stimulate them to work harder."

The real kebab, holding the heart of the world.

Finally, after the judges finished tasting LV Yuecai and gargling, Yang Song raised his hand: "my side is better."

Foot foot hate Tiangao waiters little sister appeared again, took away Yang Song's barbecue.

"Compared with the previous chef, Yang Song's skill is not skilled enough and his speed is too slow."

"Yes, barbecue is a speed."

"It's been roasted for such a long time. Maybe the bamboo rat meat is too old."

"My tooth may suffer today."

As the lady opened the glass cover on the tray, the five judges just kept talking, their eyes were wide open, their mouths were tongue tied, and they almost lost their chin.

A plate of barbecue is still sizzling.

"The color is like agate, red crystal clear!"

"The fragrance is like substance, and the threads are in my heart."

"Especially this bamboo rat, after baking, it looks like it's still intact."

Zhang Dashan, the oldest, did not hesitate to press his chopsticks.

Pop!

The bamboo and mouse split into four parts and spread evenly. There was no need for the young lady to cut with a knife.

"Is it a trick, or a deliberate one?"

Without hesitation, Zhang Dashan pressed another bamboo mouse.

PA, or a light sound, and a bamboo rat split.

The third bamboo mouse was pushed away by Judge Li Weiming with a goatee.

It was as like as two peas. Split the bamboo mouse from the same.

Each of the three bamboo mice was well divided.