Rebirth as a Cooking God

"act like an absolute monarch……"

These four words seem to be imprinted in the head, and there is always a majestic and low voice in it.

At least half a quarter of an hour, the five judges are still immersed in the historical picture, can not extricate themselves.

"eat!"

There are many fried noodles left on the big plate.

The judging reviewer is desperate to eat.

For a while.

With a ding, the chopsticks fell on the clean plate, Andrea leaned back, almost collapsed in the chair softly, murmured: "Why is this..."

"why!"

Star also stared at Xia Yu as if talking to herself.

The judges didn't bother about what they were manipulated in the world. They were more concerned about why the cooking world gave people such a real feeling that eating fried noodles was like a journey through time and space to witness history.

The taste, mouthfeel, etc. of the dishes, in the thick historical and cultural atmosphere behind them, appear to be very secondary and not very eye-catching.

The key is that during the tasting, they really felt that the emperor said that he was loneliness and loneliness!

"The weather of the king!"

Furukawa Shinichiro, it is so concise evaluation.

"The King..."

Luther and Adelaide looked at each other, and there was still shock in their eyes.

"Yes!"

Thinking of the dragon shadow in the sea of ​​fire during cooking, and the illusion that the door of the dragon nest opened when the lid was opened, Adelaide sighed deeply: "True dragon, king... No perfect color, fragrance, taste, That arrogance and courage are enough to break all this! This is the real fried noodle of the Seven Kingdoms!"

Andrea's alluring red lips trembled.

She obsessively said: "I seem to see a very real ancestor emperor. When he is stabbed, there will be panic and anger, but when he sits down, his breath will be overwhelmed... This kind of sudden low and high The sense of drop is like chewing on the noodles. When I bite, the broken noodles make me fly high, and the juice can rush out, and I am washed down, plus the unparalleled flexibility of the beef noodles. The mouth has been passively tightening and moving..."

elasticity!

Andrea mentioned a key.

Luther's eyes flickered: "I finally understand why Chef Xia used to beat the ground beef repeatedly with a stick."

Xia Yu grinned and said to the microphone: "It seems that you all understand."

"The sticks are beaten repeatedly, which can completely break the beef tendons and make the beef more elastic. The noodles made of flour and flour are also more powerful and elastic."

Suddenly, Xia Yu said: "In fact, it is similar to peeing beef balls. It is no problem to simply treat the Xia's seven countries' unified fried noodles as a peeing beef **** rubbed into strips!"

"Pissing beef balls?"

The five judges were all startled.

Many Chinese people who watched the live broadcast thought of peeing cattle balls, and the hot juice sputtered when they bite the cattle balls, swallowing saliva, and there was a sudden

It turned out that this is the unanimous meaning of the Xia clan's unified fried noodles.

"Miansi is also a shaping of a historical emperor. I think that in the "elasticity", it can't be overmolded. The ancestor emperor is worth shaping with countless pens and inks..."

Xia Yu said seriously: "If time permits, I might hold a stick and beat the beef mud more than 26,800 times."

"hiss……"

"More than twenty-six thousand six hundred and eight hundred?"

Even though the judges' faces were all drawn, Xia Yu spit out a number, and, from a tone of tone, this number seems to have a history.

"What is the point of beef resilience? If it is formed into a group, it can be used as a table tennis ball and slammed, it is initially qualified." Xia Yu continued a serious nonsense.

Hearing that, Lin's expressions were slightly broken.

"I said, can you really be flexible when playing table tennis?" Andrea opened her mouth.

The other four judges also waited for him to answer.

"It is theoretically possible..."

call.

It turned out to be theoretical.

Lin judge was relieved. For some reason, after eating Xia Yu's fried noodles, their brains didn't seem to recover, and they were a little ill.

Not far away, Li Han's heartstrings were also loose.

"I'll just say it!"

The little man in his head was patting his chest to relax.

Pursed his lips.

Li Han stepped in to interject.

"Why did you say that my "super-taste", instead, is a ruin on the unified fried noodles of the Seven Kingdoms?" He added a tone to the ruin and seemed very concerned.

"Too perfect." Xia Yu shook his head.

The judges said, "Yeah, it's perfect!"

Don't play dumb mystery!

Li Han's forehead was blue, and the audience was dissatisfied, making a noise.

"It's too perfect to be true."

Andrea has a complex look. She gave Li Han high praise before. At this time, she turned against the water and sighed: "The emperor, no matter how high he is, it is also a person. Is there a perfect and flawless person?"

Upon hearing the rhetorical question, Li Han was stunned: "Emperor?"

Seeing that he still didn't understand, Andrea pointed to the empty jade plate: "What do you think is the true meaning and spirit of "The Seven Kingdoms Fried Noodles?"

"Of course it is an expression of courage and courage to the "mainland hero"!"

Li Han thought authentically.

"Too wide, too broad!"

Andrea shook her head: "How many mainland heroes do you want to portray all the heroes in your cooking?"

Huh!

In my head, there was a bell humming.

Li Han was dumbfounded.

"Aren't your ancestors' journals free to play on the topic of "Continental Heroes"? Although I don't know how your ancestors solved the problem, I think that the realm of your ancestors should be borrowed from Qin Wangsao's allusions. He and the dark cooking world will eventually set off a gourmet revolution in China..." Xia Yu interjected.

Applause.

The sound came from the sidelines. The lens cut through and actually came from the Baiyulou team.

Li Quan had stood up from the chair, applauded and praised: "Yes, according to the family book, the ancestors of the Asian magazine at that time really used the power of the "seven-nation unified fried noodles" to express their inner spirit and courage. He was telling Liu Pengxing, himself You can definitely lead Chef Liang Shanbo to sweep the Chinese cuisine world! The King Qin who sweeps the world in the cuisine is actually the incarnation of the ancestors of Asia Magazine!"

Upon hearing this, Li Han lowered his head.

At this point, the average audience understood.

After all, "The Unification of the Seven Kingdoms" was created around the theme of "Continental Heroes". Later generations did not understand the true meaning of this topic when they restored the recipe, and they went the wrong way.

not to mention.

Li Han just projected the perfect self in his heart into cooking.

Judge Furukawa Shinichiro told him mercilessly: "On the surface, you have solved the wrong question, but in fact it is a gap in the culinary realm."

"Correct!"

British youth Adelaide said: "How do you say, your culinary realm, should be about a big difference?"

He himself is not sure.

A big difference?

The stadium once again caused a riot because of the comments ~ www.readwn.com ~ The riot sound fell in Li Han's ears, like a thorn stuck in the heart, bloody.

Lose, you can.

However, Li Han never admitted that he was too far away from him.

"I do not believe!!"

He gritted his head and looked at the face of the five judges.

"So, you try it"

Xia Yu came back from the counter and held a large plate. In the plate, it was the second Xia's unified fried noodles of the Seven Kingdoms.

"Let me try it too!"

Li Quan came on stage.

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