Rebirth as a Cooking God

The teenager turned his back to the camera and was focusing on the ingredients.

Minced pork.

The yellow catfish scraped the scales and removed the internal organs, and then the young man removed the entire length of the fish keel from the knife holder and changed a famous blade specializing in the processing of fresh fish.

The blade flashed again, and two tender fish flesh spread on the table.

The hand of the young man holding the knife, and even the strength of the knife, was extremely gentle.

Just like in a high-end Japanese shop, the Japanese master behind the counter has a stern expression, a thin and light sashimi, under the knife, like a pile of snow, the lens is aimed at one of the magnifications, and the screen is slender and fair. Amazing.

Seeing this, Wei Zhong's pupils shrank, "This knife surgery..."

There is a fish shadow in the field of vision, coming from the breaking waves.

See Weizhi.

Even though it was across the screen and recorded two days later and then watched the image of the chef, Wei Zhong was still shocked by the young man's low-key but delicate knife style.

Ten fingers trembling!

Wei Zhong inhaled deeply, with a complex expression, "Why did he do a good job... yes, it is a blessing of "Hand of God"! "

It is the cooking technique that further enhances the teenager's ability to manipulate the limbs, especially the hands.

but……

This is a knife technique that seems to be wrapped with the will of the ingredients, just because there is more blessing from the "hand of God"? Wei Zhong held the veto thought in his heart, no, not like this, at least he with the hand of a half-golden frame god, at the point of knife surgery, is not as good as the young man in the lens!

Huang He was beside, and his expression was equally wonderful.

The index finger shook like a shock.

The close-up fish fillet in the picture is full of flesh, and the smooth texture of the flesh is natural, just like the fish meat is. After cutting, the original appearance of the ingredients is presented in front of the diners and the mouth can feel the original taste. ...

what.

It seemed that a live fish had pierced his mouth, the fish juice was filling his head, and the yellow crane was hanging on the arm beside him, shaking even more.

He knew that this was the mutual induction of the "hands of God".

Or rather, it is the "hand of God" of your own side that is swayed in excitement by the traction. Put it on.

"His sword skills... strong!"

Strong is a word.

Huang He couldn't help but quickly glance at Wei Zhong, who stared straight at the TV. There was an idea in his heart, and fortunately it was a duel duel. The Xia Demon couldn't show off his skill in eating halberds, otherwise, The apprentice must be exploded in scum.

At least, Huang He, who is the dragon chef, felt a hint of indescribable threat, "How can this sword skill feel the old, undead shadow of Xia Qing!"

The TV picture changes.

"Hello..."

Open the stove fire, the teenager waved the spatula, wide open and close, if the gas field is a mysterious thing, then the bottom of the pot seems to be controlled, and sometimes the roar rises, and sometimes the fireworks that quickly dissipate like the tide, which is enough to explain the teenager's flame The magician's nickname is gone.

The rice grains in the pot have changed from white to bright yellow in just over ten seconds.

But at this moment, the teenager suddenly stopped his hand, and the camera scanned the bottles and pots in the corner of the kitchen counter. Seeing that the teenager put a variety of spices into the wok and stir-fried them with the rice grains, Wei Zhong's fists clenched tightly, trembling: " This step was modified by him!"

Is it unreasonable?

Do not.

On the contrary, the modification is too reasonable, such rice grains and spices are fully fried, the smell is completely melted into the rice grains, and then the fried rice will be crushed, and the quality of the "steamed meat powder" will be soared!

Why didn't Wei Zhong do this? Huang He glanced at the lover who stared straight at his eyes, and sighed in his heart, "In addition to the explosion, he is also in control of the spice... the emperor!"

Not wanting, but unable to do it.

After all, most of Wei Zhong's skill lies in his hands, which is the "hand of God." However, the Xia Demon in the program screen has such a high-tech cooking skills as "Burning Flame" and "Spice Inequality".

It's time to powder fish, pork and pumpkin pieces.

The camera zoomed in to give the young chef a close-up of the hand movements, and the atmosphere in the ward was completely silent.

First "dip"!

When the teenager abandoned the chopsticks, his fingers grabbed a piece of fish. Hey, like grabbing a small rag, he spread down the food box on the table.

The food box is covered with Huang Cancan's "steamed meat powder".

These powders are made by frying and crushing rice.

Just as the cloud descends, the young man's control of "strength" is reflected here in full, the lens advances slowly, and the side where the fish fillet contacts the dust is like the technique represented by the word "dip", gently And fall, rise gently.

It does not seem to carry a trace of cloud, but when it is raised, the side of the fish fillet is already covered with a light layer of rice noodles.

This layer of rice noodles can be said to be evenly applied, sweeping away at a glance, no matter the head and tail are flat, there is absolutely no bulging and bloated because of excess dust accumulation.

Then, there is the other side of the fish fillet.

The technique of "dipping" cyclically.

When a piece of evenly powdered fish fillet was rolled into a flower shape by a teenager, it was inserted into a porcelain bowl shaped like a pen.

Wei Zhong and Huang He, Master and Apprentice, couldn't help but say: "Dip of the God!"

no doubt.

Only when fully aware of the traditional handicrafts of the three steamed Mianyang, can a whole plate of fish fillets be powdered in such a lightweight manner.

"Different raw materials have different powdering techniques. The quality of the technique will directly affect the taste!" said Huang He, shaking his head and gloomy, "I can't pick out the fault!"

Eggs pick bones? Huang He has done this as much as possible, and the result is still nothing.

"'roll'!"

Wei Zhong said in a horror.

It wasn’t called Huang Hejuan, but it was referring to the young man in the picture, holding the pork meatballs, and the skill of rolling the rice noodles in the food box.

Get a grain of pork meatballs.

Unlike the powder on the fish fillet, in this step, the teenager obviously increased his strength, so the pork **** "rolled" to a slightly thicker layer of dust, and the reddish color faded a lot.

When it came to the pumpkin block, Wei Zhong's expression collapsed at this time, "God's marrow!"

Boom.

Boom.

The pumpkin pieces cut to the right size were thrown by Xia Yu and dropped again.

Every time it falls back into the food container, the pumpkin pieces are always contaminated with dust.

Breathing, rhythm, and even techniques, without any slightest confusion, the feeling of the picture is like a pumpkin block, jumping on the vermicelli swamp, gradually, slowly, and eventually swallowed by the swamp.

The pumpkin pieces are filled in the fish fillet roll.

Meatballs covered with glutinous rice, made of flower cores, with pumpkin pieces as a mat, and set on it~www.readwn.com~ A line of words pops up on the TV screen: "About two hours later..."

As soon as the picture changed, there were more steaming baskets on the dining table.

The camera finally gave the young chef a face, he smiled slightly, reached out and lifted the lid of the steamer.

The fog was turbulent.

A pure white fish flower blooms slowly in the fog.

"Wow"

On the TV side, in the ward, Wei Zhong suddenly stiffened and murmured unconsciously: "A kaleidoscope again!"

Click.

The kaleidoscope of the pastry turns again.

However, unlike the extremely gorgeous change given to the kaleidoscope by "Golden Wheat", Wei Zhong only saw four alternating food scenes in this kaleidoscope

Angry Dragon!

Throne embraced by spicy melody!

A blade of light that tears the sky!

as well as……

Wei Zhong looked at the golden palm that fell from the sky, what could be called "Dao Xin" in the heart and spirit, suddenly burst, he clearly heard the sound of the crack, he could not help grasping the heart mouth, a suffocation of uncomfortable pain Feeling overwhelmed him:

"Lost!"

"Completely, completely lost!"

Fire, seasoning, knife skill.

Even in the proud "Hand of God", Wei Zhong found himself a ridiculous frog at the bottom of the well.

How do you feel that your best recipe has been perfectly improved by others? Wei Zhong couldn't help closing his trembling eyelids, "My "Three Steamed Ones" was taken away by him!"

and……

His key is called "Perfect"!

No flaws!

Wei Zhong closed his eyes and bowed his head deeply, worshipped the space, and then, with a thump, the middle-aged man fell into a bed and fell into a coma.

The heart of the chef.

Wei Zhong was lost forever.

"Zhong'er!" Huang He turned around and heard a high-pitched wailing.