Rebirth as a Cooking God

The aroma, like the essence, is constantly escaping from the basin of the kitchen counter.

The white breath, like a dense cobweb, spread from the top of the young chef's head and soon enveloped the entire venue.

The audience cooperated and lost their souls one by one.

From Bernard's point of view, this is simply a large magic charm spell, incredible.

"Ok?!"

A scent of perfume happened to pass through the nose. Bernard sniffed accidentally, and the whole person froze, his voice murmured: "Why the smell of blood sausage... so strange?"

He couldn't help but take a sip, his body was lighter by a few or two.

This talented student of the French cuisine restaurant, with his head down and his shoulders trembling, obviously is suppressing something.

Guest seats, a dignified atmosphere.

"Good familiar spice mix!"

Yu Hong, the leader of the Yangquan Restaurant Competition, left his chair and stood up.

Just smelling the smell, Chef Lin felt a door loosing, rumbling, rumbling, the ancient bronze door continually shuddered. This kind of sound echoed the heart, attracted Yu Hong, and gave him a long-lost exploration desire.

"Master Yu, Master Yu..."

The call of the disciples next made Chef Lin look back. He smiled, shook his head and sat down, whispering regretfully in his mouth: "If I were a judge, I would be blessed. It's a pity, a pity!"

"The last 20 minutes until the end!"

The reminder of Chiyo Aichi finally broke the weird atmosphere of the scene.

Time is tight.

Xia Yu's hands were washed, he touched the temperature of blood sausage, and the remaining water was sucked away with kitchen paper. Then he turned on the fire, put a pan on top, drizzled with oil, and simply pan-fried to install the pan.

One fried blood sausage was laid first, and the other knife was chopped into neat slices with a knife, and then passed along the plate.

Finally, transfer a plate of sour sauce.

It's just peeling and mincing the garlic, and adding soy sauce and vinegar to accompany the meal.

"Cooking is complete!"

When Xia Yu put the lid on and prepared to serve, the system suddenly popped up a prompt:

"95% completion of cooking."

"The new recipe has been recorded, please name it."

He didn't think much about it, but now he didn't have time to take care of the system, and there was time for his name to win. When Xia Yu finished the game, he cast a glance at the opposite side of the stage.

Click.

Bernard looked expressionless, turned on the oven, and took out a plate of 5 baked apples.

Put 5 dishes on different plates, so Bernard’s cooking was also completed. The two eyes met across the stage, and each other could clearly see the expression in each other’s eyes.

"clang--"

The golden gong sounded, and the last second happened to pass by.

At the judging table, two different plates of'Black Blood Sausage' were placed at the same time. One plate was served by Bernard. The baked apple had just been baked. The flavor of the fruit escaped, and it had a light wine aroma, which attracted appetite. .

The other plate is Xia Yu's. There are no baked apples, only blood sausage, but one is fried and the other is boiled and sliced.

The lens gives a long close-up of dishes.

Bernard looked ugly.

Everything is afraid of contrast. His display is already exquisite. The sauce is drizzled on the fried blood sausage and baked apples. The color is bright, and the camera is like looking at a carefully repaired food picture. The audience was amazed. sound.

However, at the next moment, the camera moved to the plate next to it, and Xia Yu smiled slightly and opened the cover!

"Wow--"

Deadly.

The sudden glare of light cannot be viewed directly, and the five judges in the light were dumbfounded.

After two seconds, the light dissipated, and the blood sausage on the plate, like the "blood of a pig, a pig and a bird" at the beginning, shone with a mysterious luster, red, as if it had not been cooked, but it could be violently scattered. Luxiang, tell the judges and the audience that the dish is complete.

Bernard's display, in contrast to such "color" of such visually striking food, immediately fell into the dust.

"The shape and color are all exploded!"

This is the voice of the audience.

She cut Rina's legs when she sat down, sitting straight, and not biting her teeth in an irritable manner. The blurred color of the show stared at the screen above the stadium, with clear words in her eyes. With longing:

"His food is still so beautiful!" Erina whispered, suddenly calming down, uneasy after meeting her father, and inexplicably taking root after seeing the familiar cooking style.

Perhaps she can really beat her father.

In fact, Erina also wanted to cast her father's shadow on her completely, but she couldn't do it herself.

"cough!"

The staff handed over the microphone. Xia Yu coughed into the microphone and gave a blank look at Berner, saying, "Just start evaluating my dishes, is that all right?"

Bernard gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you come first!"

Xia Yu turned his head and met the eyes of the five judges.

"You guys, please use--"

He says.

The penultimate female judge with long wavy linen hair looked at him poorly, saying, "Xia Yu, I don't agree with your dishes! I don't agree with your cooking skills!"

In front of her is a personal nameplate: the famous foodie, Melissa.

Venue fryer.

The audience did not expect that the first sentence of the judging was so unrelenting.

Behind that, Bernard clenched his fists, exclaiming excitedly: "I haven't lost!"

Xia Yu just frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because, you don't have your own things!" Melissa showed her disdain on her face, and even sneered mercilessly, "I heard that you are the youngest and most talented super chef on the neon side, but you Why not come up with your own recipe? Imitation? Haha, on the stage of such an international event, it is really bold, no judges will agree with the imitation works, and now the more serious case is, I doubt how you passed the super exam... …"

Melissa succeeded in bringing the rhythm, and the scene suddenly echoed.

"Yes, imitation is essentially wrong! Legend has it that kitchen utensils competitions do not allow such a disqualified chef!"

"Go down!"

Angry shouts.

Xia Yu put a smile on his face and cast a glance at the loudest place. I saw that it was the waiting area of ​​the French Academy. However, it wasn’t that the participating group was shouting, but a group of students who were accompanying the group. One by one filled with indignation.

"I said, don't talk nonsense, you are the judge, try it first!" Xia Yu said to the sharp-spoken female judge.

"Taste it?"

"Ah!"

Melissa fell back with her arms and leaned on the back of the chair, raising her face coldly and facing her with her nose, "I, no, eat!"

The green forehead burst.

It's day!

When everyone hadn't responded yet, Xia Yu actually crossed the jury seat and stood beside Melissa's chair, picked up a small silver fork, forkd two slices of boiled blood sausage, "Come, eat Right!"

He lowered his face and said, handing the fork to the female judge's mouth.

"Do not eat!"

"eat!"

"No!"

"You will know when you eat!"

This gratifying scene is really not in line with the atmosphere of the international competition ~ www.readwn.com ~ makes the audience laugh, and soon it will be a laugh.

But people then dropped their eyes.

The ridiculous situation did not continue on this, Melissa suddenly slackened and swallowed the blood sausage on the fork.

The angry, annoyed color disappeared from her beautiful face after eating and chewing a little bit. The famous **** star and foodie spouted a lot of surprise and greed in his eyes, "Eat!"

Without waiting for Xia Yu to speak, she grabbed the fork, buried her head on the plate, gobbled up, and turned into a glutton.

The four judges looked at each other.

"You guys, please taste--"

Xia Yu retreated, returned to his original position, and bowed slightly.

Hesitating, the four judges tried to eat one after another, and this was the time for the real evaluation.