Hey!

Xia Yu looked at the plate that Ye Feizhou handed in the door. .

To be honest, he was really curious about Ye Feizhou's cooking.

Cuisine is not a work of art like poetry and painting. You have to eat it to taste the style and cooking philosophy of a chef.

Simply put, it is to eat "Cooking Heart" and "Food Meaning".

No matter how exquisite the cooking is packaged or how high-end, the inner truth must be the chef’s most sincere thing.

"Is this guy really consistent?" Xia Yu looked at Ye Feizhou, who was still gentle in front of him even though he was defeated, couldn't help but speculate in a dark way, "I don't believe he is such a gentleman!"

"Well, even a gentleman is angry and resentful, right?"

With the idea of ​​seeing Ye Feizhou clearly, Xia Yu picked up the chopsticks on the dining plate.

Ye Feizhou was obviously very prepared.

On the plate was a small phoenix, at least compared to the phoenix on the small plate that spread its wings and soared on the stage before, the size of the phoenix on the small dish in front of me was reduced in geometrical multiples, slightly larger than the slap.

The chopsticks were removed, like peeling off the cocoon and chewing them. On the body of the small phoenix, a few uprooted bean sprouts wrapped in sugar were sent into their mouths and chewed carefully.

“This taste…”

Slight color change.

Xia Yu said in a panic: "It's so strange. I had previously doubted whether the sweet and greasy taste of the sugar of the bean sprouts that "shredded" will destroy the refreshingness of the bean sprouts themselves, and then have an impact on the elegant flavor of the whole dish. However, according to the actual taste, this doubt is simply unnecessary!"

"No worries!"

Yes.

The sweetness seemed to disappear.

"How could it be, "slitting" is a technique for Qilu cuisine beets!"

The chopsticks rose and fell again, picked up a few bunches of bean sprouts, and bit them freely with their mouths. The more Xia Yu ate, the more the weirdness on his face became.

The small phoenix quickly turned into food in his stomach.

Putting down the chopsticks, Xia Yu stared at Ye Feizhou waiting outside the door, "...... The natural sweetness carried by the "slimming" technique has been erased by you?"

Ye Feizhou shook his head, "It's not that I erase it, but that I've 'restricted' it."

He has a heavy pronunciation on the word "restriction".

Xia Yu understood his tips, and there seemed to be lightning falling in his mind!

When I think of the phoenix dancing gracefully in my vision when I taste it, it is strange that the phoenix is ​​always close and distant. It is obviously graceful and beautiful, as if it is a peerless beauty who takes off her clothes and attracts her hands to touch it, but the beauty just purses her lips and chucks, and then floats away.

Could it be that this is Ye Feizhou’s food meaning?

I felt a little erratic.

Xia Yu pressed his chin and murmured: "This kind of food is not so much a 'restriction', but rather abide by his duties and rituals. It is very appropriate to call it "rituals"!"

Hearing this, Ye Feizhou was like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and his eyes were delighted.

"Yes, it's "ritual"!"

He said, "The sugar taste brought by the shredded cooking technique was not erased by me, but because the ceremony was hidden at the bottom of the dish, and it was hidden by itself and unknown."

Xia Yu secretly praised him, this is a gentleman.

present!

The king, the king, the minister, the father, the son, the son.

In Ye Feizhou's dishes, the "ritual system" is so prominent. His improved version of Phoenix Crystal has two more ingredients, sugar and water, but the "ruyi dish" with the head and tail is still a king who mainly creates an elegant flavor in the dishes.

Sugar and water are just the materials to set off the wise king.

Therefore, the shadow of the phoenix in Xia Yu's mind is so lifelike. Every feather transformed from the "Ruyi Vegetable" in his body is not only colorful, but also seems to be radiating a sacred golden light.

"sharp!"

Thumb up.

"Where, where..." Ye Feizhou said hurriedly.

"Your dishes are also amazing!"

Ye Feizhou plucked up the courage and said, "Your name, do you have a name for your dish?"

"Is it a name?"

Xia Yu's eyes flashed and said, "Just call it "Big Fish"!"

"Big Fish?"

The memory of Kun's tongue that exists is revived, and the wax produces a strange current, from the tip of the tongue to the head, affecting Ye Feizhou. His expression has anger and sadness for a second, but then this emotion is suppressed by him. Ye Feizhou's inner shock can be imagined, "Is it still there?"

"By the way!" Xia Yu suddenly said with a smile, "I'm very curious about your previous method of massage and health care for bean sprouts. Is that "the hand of god"?"

"Hand of God?"

Ye Feizhou was stunned for a moment, relying on the context, he barely understood that Xia Yu was talking about the cooking skills taught to him by Huang He.

He exclaimed and replied, "This name is quite appropriate. When one of my masters taught me cooking skills, he once said, don't underestimate your palms. The 'touch' of your hands is even more down-to-earth and reliable than what you smell from your nose and see from your eyes. In short, it is to control and deal with the intuitive senses of your hands. "

"For example?" Xia Yu tilted his head.

"Um……"

Ye Feizhou pondered a little, then showed a refreshing smile, "You go to the kitchen, I can teach you some fur, and I need to get permission from my master."

"in addition."

He had a meal and looked at Xia Yu with interest on his face, "I'm also very curious about the recipe of your medicinal soup. Oh, don't get me wrong. It's not that you're asking you to give me the recipe directly. I just want to learn the combination of medicinal food and the frame of Tai Chi roundness, and more importantly, the harmony!"

As he said that, Ye Feizhou changed his elegance and his eyes suddenly became hot and aggressive.

This little look made Xia Yu secretly enjoy.

After wandering around for a long time, I just wanted to learn fish-shaped Tai Chi roundness. Ye Feizhou was still too restrained and was too polite. At this time, just say "Coach," I also want to learn painting.

In this way, Xia Yu must nodded: "Come on, I will teach you how to draw!"

In any case, what the audience outside the venue and a group of guests didn't know was that the two talents who had just stepped down had entered the kitchen and closed the door, and the exchanges were very enthusiastic.

...

The throne of the King of Fighting, the sixth Champion's chair is now vacant.

Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou did not return, but this did not affect the normal progress of the Hunting Final Battle. Or from a certain perspective, Xia Yu did not show up again after stepping down, but the players on the stage breathed a sigh of relief, the shadow in their hearts dissipated, and became ready to move.

"I want to challenge contestant Yuan Yun No. 10!"

After three rounds of auditions, a soy sauce boy with the last score of 20 was handed over the second letter of war in this game.

"snort!"

Yuan Yun, who was named after the club, turned her nose skewed, "You are the one at the bottom, dare to directly give me a letter to the 10th pick? You must have the awareness of playing a supporting role. Come on, who is afraid of whom!"

Seeing that the god in his mind had not returned for a long time, he felt extremely disappointed and angry, Yuan Yun was completely blown up.

I left the seat on the 20th and 10th, and went to a group of battle stations to prepare.

In the waiting area, there are 18 contestants left. Look at me, look at you, and you have a fierce look in each other's eyes.

certainly.

Some people directly turned their attention to the champion area where the lights fell and the stars shone. Although Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou were missing, Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, Wu Yingying and others were also top-notch new chefs in the Chinese world.

"Who should I challenge?"

Chen Yang glanced at the four champions present and frowned slightly.

"Just him!"

In the end, Chen Yang locked in Zhao Zhen, the fourth seat of the "Five Chinese Shows".

His decision was supported by his mother Lin Qingfeng's intelligence.

During the Five Shows, Ye Feizhou was the successor trained by Baiyulou, a disciple of the Heavenly King, and was not an exaggeration to be called the crown prince. Next were descendants of famous families such as Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, and Wu Yingying.

Relatively speaking, the Zhao family behind Zhao Zhen is just a small family in the Chang'an area of ​​Qinchuan, and it has only emerged in the past ten years.

Moreover, Zhao Zhen is flawed in cooking!

Chen Yang's eyes flashed, and he was about to stand up from the chair, but unexpectedly, a majestic gaze projected.

It's the tall leader.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant, and Chen Yang thought to himself: "Have he noticed me a long time ago and knew who I am?"

Then there were a series of sneers in my heart.

"But I, this time I returned home, I never thought it was plain."

Swish.

Withstand the pressure, Chen Yang stood up straight and shouted under the astonishing eyes of everyone: "I will give a letter of battle to the fourth class Zhao Zhen!"

While speaking, Chen Yang could sense that the gaze quickly contracted, and the hill pressed above his head suddenly disappeared. He gasped secretly, but clenched his fists tightly, "What the hell is that old guy thinking?!"

at the same time.

In a guest room, Lin Qingfeng looked at her son who was on stage with an implicit concern.

Just so happened that Xia Yu and Ye Feizhou finished their exchanges and left the kitchen. When they met the battle between Chen Yang and Zhao Zhen reached a white-hot stage. 8)
Chapter completed!