After introducing the ingredients of Meng Huage, it was the turn of introducing the ingredients of Linglong dim sum. Meng Xing, the organizer of Meng Huage, left the three chefs on his side and followed the host to see the ingredients of each other.

Qi Weiwei introduced: "Potato."

Next countertop: "Potato."

The last countertop: "Potato."

Moreover, except for potatoes, they did not see any flavored seasonings like Menghuage on the table, and they didn't even see any salt.

Their tools also see pressure cookers, ovens, fruit knifes, and some food papers.

The female host complained in her heart, are Linglong Dim Snacks planning to make boiled, roasted, and steamed potatoes?

She picked up a piece of washed potato and said, "Is this the average potato?"

"Yes," Qi Weiwei said, "it's the potatoes sold in the vegetable market."

"The ingredients for Linglong dim sum are really huge!" The female host complained in her heart, she was really not particular! "Where is the seasoning?"

Qi Weiwei said: "Let's make original potatoes."

"Not even salt?"

"No."

The female host understood a little why these big guys used to judge Linglong snacks, not because the food was delicious, but because these two women were too beautiful.

But what do you say about two women among the judges? Is lily popular in the upper class now?

After reading all the materials, the female host announced that she had officially entered the cooking stage.

In fact, the chefs of Meng Hua Pavilion have long started to deal with their pheasants.

Xue Cheng said to Hongbei: "Hongbei, the skin of that potato is thicker." There is no way. The female host just picked up the potato with her hand. Her hand was covered with thick hand oil. Xue Cheng was afraid of contaminating the ingredients.

"Okay, Master." Jiao Hongbei threw the potatoes into the air, brushed them, and the shadow of the knife flew. In just a moment, a bare potato fell into Jiao Hongbei's hands.

There was a sound of cheers and applause from the audience. The female host turned around and looked at Jiao Hongbei. It was nothing, nothing, there was a bare potato in his hand. Could it be because of his posture of peeling potatoes just now?

Qi Weiwei was responsible for cooking potatoes, putting the washed potatoes into a pressure cooker, adjusting the time to start cooking. Then she had nothing to do, standing next to her and watching Xue Cheng and Jiao Hongbei.

Jiao Hongbei looked at Xue Cheng, and Xue Cheng nodded at him.

Jiao Hongbei waved the Baiying Fruit Knife, picked up the potatoes in the small basket on his table, threw them into the air, and the knife shadows flew, and the potatoes fell down and turned into shining potatoes, and the skin on the table was thin and transparent.

A basket of potatoes was cut in less than half a minute. The audience and the camera's lenses were all aimed at Jiao Hongbei.

The aunts looked fanatical: "Young man, what a handsome sword technique!"

The first time Jiao Hongbei was being followed by so many people, his face turned slightly red and he looked at his master embarrassedly.

Xue Cheng nodded at him, and his eyes showed kindness to encourage: "Set up."

Jiao Hongbei took a deep breath, held the knife in his right hand, and threw the peeled potatoes into the air with his left hand. The white-shadowed fruit knife danced into a afterimage. The slices of potato slices as thin as cicadas' wings fluttered like snowflakes on the food cloth on the table, and fell into a hill in a blink of an eye.

In seven minutes, a basket of potatoes turned into slices of potatoes as thin as cicada wings and piled on the table, like a hill, without a single piece falling on the ground.

The chefs in the other camp also forgot what they were doing and were shocked by Jiao Hongbei's technique of cutting potato chips in the air. Although a chef with good knife skills may not necessarily make delicious dishes, knife skills are definitely one of the chef's important skills. Excellent knife skills can not only add color to the dishes, but also help some dishes reduce the nutrient loss and enhance the taste.

In Menghua Pavilion, there are chefs who have reached the level of a young man in the other party, but none of them have reached this level.

Jiao Hongbei put away the knife, gasped slightly, looked at the crazy cheers from the audience, bent down and bowed embarrassedly, then washed the Baiying Fruit Knife with clean water, wiped it carefully, and held it in front of the master with both hands.

Without the master's control, he would not have reached such a level, nor did he have this exquisite knife technique, making the potato chips as thin as a cicada's wings, and the error was accurate to millimeters. More importantly, he could not make the potato chips have the spiritual attributes.

Xue Cheng took the Baiying Fruit Knife. In this case, she wanted Jiao Hongbei to cut even the French fries, but cutting the French fries requires adding a process of compressing and expanding spiritual energy to Linglong's dim skills. Jiao Hongbei's mortal body cannot withstand this squeezing force, and will directly explode his meridians.

At this time, the exhaust valve of the electric pressure cooker was discharged. After the pressure was increased, there was no more air leakage. Xue Cheng casually patted the pot.

Qi Weiwei knew that the most critical step of Linglong's happiness was completed, and she just waited to cook the aroma of potatoes later to make everyone greedy.

Xue Cheng held the Baiying Fruit Knife with his right hand, picked up a potato with his left hand and threw it into the air, and began to peel the potatoes.

Even without using the spiritual sword, she could control Bai Ying and throw this small basket of potatoes into the air, so that they could all fall down and turn them into potato strips.

But there were so many people on the scene, and there were cameras shooting, so she could not show that she was too terrifying. She honestly threw the potatoes into the air like Jiao Hongbei, one by one, and fell down, turning into peeled potatoes, and then threw them into the air one by one, and turned into French fries.

Even so, it still shocked everyone. Jiao Hongbei just now, and although people couldn't see his knife clearly, they could still imagine and speculate that by slicing, the knife was flat, with degree and sharpness, and practiced more, they could reach this level.

But the girl's hand, no, the sword technique is too incredible, and it is unpredictable! A bare potato was thrown into the air, and only a few sword shadows were flashing, and the potato strips fell down!

She only held a knife, how did she do it!

The wave of cheering came one after another.

Xue Cheng pressed his hands hard in a basket of potatoes, and in four minutes, all turned into potato strips and fell on the counter.

There was a group of paparazzi in the audience at some point. They got Lin Xiaotong to attend the event here and came here in various crazy ways. They originally wanted to come here and besiege Lin Xiaotong. Recently, there were various gossips about Lin Xiaotong in the entertainment industry, but no one could get Lin Xiaotong's official response.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaotong suddenly appeared in Beishi City. This is the nectar of entertainment journalists we were assigned to the entertainment news desert in Beishi City!

When they arrived at 6, they met Jiao Hongbei’s superb sliced ​​potato slices. No one was willing to miss such a wonderful scene, and the entertainment reporters were busy taking photos and recording.

After Jiao Hong was about to cut, the entertainment reporters had not had time to rush over to siege Lin Xiaotong, and the more exciting Xue Cheng started cutting potato bars.

An old lady touched her grandson's head and educated her: "I saw it, Dabao, 360 professions, and every profession is the top scholar. If you can practice cutting vegetables to this level, you can make a lot of money!"

Dabao: "Grandma, although my brother and sister are well-cut, I don't want to be the one who cuts the vegetables. I want to be that person."

Grandma followed her grandson's finger and saw Jiang Lin, a cool black windbreaker sitting on the judges' seat.

Grandma smiled from ear to ear: "Good grandson, why do you want to be that person?"

"Because wherever he sat, he didn't even have to cut the dishes, and there were two big beauties around him."

grandmother:"……"
Chapter completed!