Food King

Chapter 206 Exquisite pastry craft

On the commenting platform, Zheng Yi sighed as he took a mouthful of delicious soup and felt the pure vitality in his body spread directly to his limbs. At the same time, a picture suddenly appeared in the depths of his mind.

It was a vast and boundless sea of ​​fire, in which a colorful fire phoenix was suspended. The huge sea of ​​fire was blazing, but the fire phoenix was like a spring breeze, wandering in the sea of ​​fire, coming and going freely.

The fire phoenix swam in the sea of ​​fire, and then, the colorful body floating with flames began to twist, and finally, in the depths of Zheng Yi's mind, a graceful fiery red figure formed.

That figure was graceful and slender, wearing a fiery red long skirt, with a belt around his waist, outlining his gleaming waist.

Her demeanor was a bit playful, a weird smile appeared on her beautiful face, and she seemed to feel something immediately, her narrow and beautiful eyes swept across the sea of ​​fire, she stretched her figure, and when she came out again, there was a big hole in her hand Bazhen chicken with a golden body and shining golden spots
"Fire Phoenix. Can form such a vision in my mind." As the figure of the Fire Phoenix gradually disappeared, Zheng Yi also slowly recovered his sanity. In a trance, his face was a little unnatural, and now he recovered After that, looking at the empty blue and white bowl in front of him, he shook his head with some fear.

At the same time that the vision was formed in his mind, Zheng Yi seemed to have a slight illusion. The moment the fire phoenix appeared, he seemed to have a dragon spirit on his body.

"Is it born from the heart?" Zheng Yi murmured in his heart. This is the second time he had this illusion. All kinds of things made his thoughts more firm, so he looked at Wang Yan with A trace of concealed deep gratitude.

As for Zheng Yi's thoughts, no one knows. Everyone's mood is different, and the artistic conception tasted is also different. While Zheng Yi's mind is settled, several other people are also immersed in the delicacy of Feng Huan Nest.

Chef Bai has a look of intoxication on his face, and there are high and low grades in Xuanpin. The dishes made by some high-level Xuanpin masters, in addition to attracting the true nature of the dishes, can also be experienced according to the different moods of each person. The scene will also be different.

Of course, not all the dishes cooked by Master Xuanpin have such abilities, even Wang Yan is like this today.

The expressions on the faces of the rest of the others were extremely rich, even Song Qian, the young master of the Lingyao Pavilion, was like this. While savoring the dishes at this moment, he was also immersed in his world.

In the vision in Song Qian's mind, he embraced his chest with his hands surrounded by many beauties, and on the ground in front of him, Wang Yan was soaked in blood and was dying. This scene made Song Qian show a ferocious smile on his face.

Given that Song Qian's hatred for Wang Yan was already overwhelming, the strange image in his mind at this moment made the corners of his lips draw a curve, and when the smile on his face became more intense, he was elated and couldn't help but grinned.

"Wang Yan. If I knew today, why bother? Hahahaha, I said, I won't let you leave alive."

Song Qian said grimly, with a smile on his face, and the vision stuck in his mind at this moment couldn't be extricated. He wanted to kill Wang Yan in his dreams, but he didn't realize it at all at the moment, and as his voice fell, the surrounding comment platforms The expressions of the few people on the scene froze instantly.

"Is this Song Gan crazy? White-eyed wolf, this f*cking eats the delicious food cooked by others, and still says such things, it's really inhuman."

"As a reviewer, he actually hates the contestants so much. I don't think this Wang Yan is kind, but he is also a sensible person. Why does Song Qian hate him so much?"

"It should be because of the Supreme Latiao's victory over the Explosive Yuan Pill. This Wang Yan is amazing, and he can cook such delicious food. However, in this way, it really made the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion angry."

The people in the audience immediately boiled up, and pairs of eyes with incredible expressions fell on the position of Song Qian on the commenting platform, and many people showed anger. The food continent is famous for its food, and it has withered until now. It was not easy for Wang Yan to come out, but he was still missed by the Lingyao Pavilion.

"Song Qian. You've lost your composure." The voices of discussion from the surrounding crowd continued to come. Zheng Yi's face was a little ugly, and he glanced at Song Qian who was at the side, and said in a cold voice.

"What?" Zheng Yi's voice was cold, like a sharp knife, straight into Song Qian's heart, making him wake up instantly. At this moment when his face was dazed, his eyes moved and fell on Wang Yan not far in front of him. suddenly changed.

"I..." Song Qian regretted endlessly, and vaguely remembered the smugness just now, feeling the gazes from the crowd around him, his expression became even more unnatural.

"It was just a joke just now." Song Qian's face was extremely embarrassed, he bit the bullet and explained again, but the paleness in his voice could not be concealed no matter what.

"I hope this is a joke." Zheng Yi said indifferently, his eyes swept across Wang Yan who was standing indifferently not far in front of him, and immediately waved his hands.

"Let's have a pastry competition." Chef Bai comprehended, and after swallowing the delicious soup in his mouth, he said to the two, and as his voice fell, both Wang Yan and Jiang Gan nodded. Nodding, turned and walked onto the ring.

"Song Qian, you are not in a good condition, you should go back and take care of yourself. One more thing, Wang Yan's safety during this period in the imperial capital will be left to you in the Medicine Pavilion. If something goes wrong." As the two walked onto the ring, Zheng Yi spoke again, and as his voice fell, Song Qian nodded with a wry smile, but at the same time, his hatred for Wang Yan could not be increased.

"He must have used some means to make me lose my composure. Let's settle this account slowly." Song Qian secretly thought unwillingly, immediately stood up, and walked out of the crowd, and behind him The two old men looked at each other, showing helplessness, and immediately followed.

As Wang Yan and Wang Yan stepped onto the ring again, on another ring, the man in white with narrow eyes and the ordinary young man also completed their works one after another.

The standard of the hot dishes of the two is evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish between Zhong Bo. Beggar Bazhen Chicken is served with pan-fried silver cod. No matter in appearance, taste, or even the vitality contained in it, the essence is the same.

After commenting on the hot dishes, the two returned to the ring again for the final assessment.

Baian, also known as pastry, is a kind of craft, mainly based on flour, which is cooked alone or with some complementary ingredients to make its taste and texture more beautiful.

And in the white case, there are also some ingenious people, who have a lot of attainments in cooking, coupled with the quality grade of flour, so that while making fancy pasta, they will also absorb some vitality between heaven and earth , thus making the food more delicious.

In the second competition, Jiang Gan appeared to be more cautious, taking every step carefully, striving to achieve his best state. The pasta he cooked came from plants, so not only the shape was extremely complicated, but even the last Coloring is also extremely troublesome.

And what Wang Yan chose was also a plant-like shape. Such a coincidence also made Jiang Gan extremely cautious. From kneading the dough to making the pastry, he tried his best to calm down his mood. Only in this way can he fully express himself Strength.

Facing the last item of the semi-finals, the four of them started to compete again. Each of them showed their strengths, and they all hoped to enter the finals, so as to get half of the chance and win this year's King of Chefs.

Only after obtaining the title of King Chef, can he enter the depths of the palace and try to collect the Xuantian Knife.

Wang Yan looked indifferent. With his culinary skills, if he wanted to win Jiang Gan, it would not be a big problem. At this moment, his mind gradually became quiet, and the noisy voices in his ears were also dismissed by him.

He poured the medium-grade high-gluten flour into the basin beside him, poured it into the mountain spring water, and began to stir it slowly clockwise.

The speed of Wang Yan's kneading noodles does not seem to be fast, but in fact it is very strange. At the same time as the mountain spring water is poured into the left and right, the right hand has begun to stir slowly, but the moment the mountain spring water in the hand is drained, it is not a fast right hand. In the process, the smooth and mirror-like dough has already formed.

This unique skill alone has attracted the uproar of praise from the onlookers. From cold spelling to carving to delicious cooking, Wang Yan is far ahead of the others, and the last item of pastry, he has already Demonstrated outstanding attainments.

After the dough cake in his hand was formed, he put it aside to allow the water and flour to blend more perfectly. At the same time, Wang Yan began to make vegetable water.

The production of vegetable water, in addition to adding some unique vegetable flavor to the pasta, can also make the white dough color when it is made into various shapes.

The audience in the audience stared intently at the four people above the ring who started making pasta. These four people can be said to be extremely powerful existences in Zhao Guoming's face today, especially Wang Yan and the ordinary-looking boy. However, he showed his prowess in such competitions, and then went smoothly to the present.

It was only at this moment that those viewers who had a slight prejudice against Wang Yan really knew that the boy in front of him, who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, was not an arrogant person. Has extremely high attainments.

In the concentration of many eyes, time passed slowly, and after an hour, the four people above the two rings had already stopped their movements at this moment, and carefully checked the pastry craft that was about to be completed. Every moment, one carelessness will be ruthlessly eliminated.

In the oven in front of Wang Yan, the temperature rose, and a faint fragrance diffused quietly. Through the mask like a glass plate, one could see the gradually expanding flowers and plants in the oven. Wen, each color gradually flashed out.

"It's almost ready."

(End of this chapter)