When the chef competes, according to the rules, in addition to the contestants, he can also invite a few colleagues to give a testimony.

Zhu Silin is Yu Sansheng and Song Siyuan, as well as his father. Nianfu has been known for a long time but has never seen Song Erping. He is also the senior brother of Zhu Silin and Yu Sansheng.

Among the few people Shi Peng brought, Nianfu unexpectedly saw a long-lost acquaintance, Sun Baixi and Chai Rong, the pastry chef in Ruyi Curie, who also learned mooncakes from Nianfu and learned a lot of skills.

Chai Rong left, but Ruyiju's business is still in progress. The government has not seized it. As for whether the boss behind the scenes has changed people, Nianfu has never asked. She only knew that her uncle Shi Rui's family was gone, and she would go wherever she went.

No one knows.

Nianfu was a little suspicious. Shi Peng was just having a friendship with Sun Baixi, or was he involved with Chai Rong?

But didn’t he invite Tuwa, the Qiyan tribe, to be a cook? Could it be that Zhuo Rilie and the others have something to do with Chai Rong?

These are too complicated, so Nianfu didn't think too much about it. But when she saw the master going to fight, she couldn't calm down.

Zhu Silin wore a new red outfit today, dressed like a groom, and was full of joy.

But Nianfu knew that their Zhu family sect took fire as the highest honor and red as the highest dress. The master was wearing this outfit to face the challenge, and he was afraid that he would do his best to avenge his previous shame.

But what exactly should he do?

Shi Peng sneered, "Zhu Silin, you were not as good as me twenty years ago. Now you can't even hold a kitchen knife. How can you compete with me?"

Zhu Silin said calmly, "Then do you want to lose to me, do you want to kill me?"

You! Shi Peng's face turned pale with anger, "Okay, then I'll see how you want to compete with me. Let's start! I'll still be the gourd chicken I used to be, what did you do?"

Zhu Silin said, "I am still the silver flower of fire and silver flowers in my past."

Shi Peng sneered, "It is clear that Xi Shi's tongue passed down by our ancestors. Your Zhu family is all weirdos, so you have to change your inappropriate approach. You couldn't do it back then, and I don't believe you can do it now."

Yu Sansheng was surprised when he heard this, "Fourth Lao. How can you do Xi Shi's tongue now?"

Ouyang Kang was puzzled, "It's that snack? You seem to have made it?"

Nianfu shook his head. The Xishi tongue she made was a Jiangnan dim sum, but the Xishi tongue they said was a soup dish made with fresh shell clams.

Because that dish is very skillful and heat-conscious, there are basically no chefs who can make it.

Nianfu has heard of the method, but when she used the best fire, she could not guarantee that she could cook every piece of clam meat to a smooth and consistent taste. Moreover, they are not near the sea. There is nothing new.

The raw materials, so she hasn't tried them.

So what will Zhu Silin do now?

Shi Peng washed his hands, looked at his opponent with contempt, and asked the hens that had been raised for only one year from the chicken cage behind him to slaughter and remove the hair. His movements were as smooth as flowing water. Even from the most picky perspective, he felt pleasing to the eye.

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On that end, Zhu Silin also started to act.

He took out a wooden hammer, opened a large food box behind him, took out a bowl of ordinary glutinous rice, and put it upside down in a stone basin.

Nian Fu was stunned. Even Shi Peng was stunned.

"Zhu Silin, what are you doing? Aren't you going to make Xi Shi Tong? Why are you using this for? You won't tell me that you want to make glutinous rice cakes, right?"

Zhu Silin looked at him seriously, "I said that what I want to do is to make fire trees and silver flowers, not Xi Shi's tongue."

"Then you didn't use snake soup before? Why has it changed again now?"

"I can't understand it to a common man like you. Cooking food depends on your original intention, so why bother with the form? Even my apprentice knows that black dogs and white dogs are good dogs, so you can learn it too."

"Okay, okay. I don't care about you." Shi Peng continued to process his ingredients, but he became a little careless. "I'm so full, I'm still here to compete with you. What kind of evil ways do you want to do, follow the rules, follow me,

Your destiny.”

Zhu Silin said, "It doesn't matter whether I am a madman or not. What's important is that when a chef is cooking, shouldn't he just think about how to cook the dishes in his hands? Shi Peng, cheer up, don't lose in a while, let's

I look down on you.”

Shi Peng was so angry that his face was purple, but he thought he was indeed in the wrong. He didn't say much and began to concentrate on cooking.

Zhu Silin also raised the small wooden hammer and started making glutinous rice cakes.

But Nianfu felt that what the master said just now was to him. So what does he mean?

After a few seconds, Ouyang Kang looked at something wrong, "Your master, isn't this too hard?"

Not only is he working hard, he is trying his best.

Every time, I lift the wooden hammer with both hands over the top, and then use the power of my waist and abdomen to smash it down.

Such actions are very hard for an ordinary person, let alone an elderly person who is plagued by a long time?

In a few moments, sweat beads emerged from his forehead and he was slightly panting.

Song Siyuan couldn't help but say, "Uncle Master, why don't I help you?"

But his father, Song Erping stopped him, "No, let him do it by himself, the rhythm of yours is different from him."

Zhu Silin turned his head and smiled, "You are always the best at pretending, but your eyes are the most poisonous. If you want to learn, pass it on to your children and grandchildren. I am the junior brother, I will give you a copy.

Big gift.”

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes glanced at Nianfu's invisible window, "Don't speak out, and don't bother me again."

Then, he began to continue smashing.

Once and again, without any effort.

Sweat quickly winds down his forehead, but the hammer in his hand never stopped, just walked around the stone basin, smashing it slowly.

The action was indescribable, simple, but indescribable.

So much so that after Shi Peng processed the chicken and sent it to the steamer, he also looked at his movements and frowned and pondered.

My heart that I missed was tightened little by little.

The master is in poor health. Doctor Gao has said that he can only rest, but how can he survive with such hard work?

Shi Peng's chicken is steamed and the rapeseed oil is cooked until 80% hot, so it is time to put it in the pot.

"I'm the last one, Zhu, please hurry up. The old rules are that when my dish is good, your dish will be served, so don't let someone wait for you."

Zhu Silin stopped talking, and his whole spirit and mind were attracted by the ball of glutinous rice cake under his hands.

After repeated pounding, the originally large basin of glutinous rice cakes had shrunk into a small round one, rolling around naughtyly. It seemed to be avoiding pounding, but it became more round and rich in pounding.

elasticity.

No one can deny that this ball of glutinous rice cake will definitely be delicious when beaten. But no matter how delicious it is, it is also a ball of glutinous rice cake. How could it have the tender, smooth and soft taste as Xi Shi's tongue?

And there, Shi Peng's gourd chicken is almost healing. Its color is bright and fragrant. Even in the house, it makes people feel salivation.

Ouyang Kanggang couldn't help but glance over there a few more words, and suddenly he heard a burst of exclamation. It was Zhu Silin. He staggered and almost fell down. His chest and his back were soaked, and his whole body seemed to be from

It seemed like it was fished out from the water, and the face was as white as paper, and it was obviously on the verge of losing strength.

"Master. Forget it, stop doing it!"

Nianfu couldn't help but rush out, but Zhu Silin nailed her there with a sharp look.

He opened his mouth wide, gasped heavily, and continued to beat him.

Finally, when Shi Peng's gourd chicken was out of the pot, a fire ignited on his wooden hammer.

This is definitely not a superpower or trick. Even Shi Peng believed that this was a change caused by the high temperature caused by repeated pounding. Just like drilling wood to make fire, there was no trick.

Zhu Silin was obviously exhausted, but looking at the fire on the wooden hammer, his eyes were bright. He took out another soup basin soaked in ice and placed the wooden hammer next to him.

Then carefully pull out the ball of glutinous rice cake little by little, shake your hands, and randomly put three, four or five petals together, and pinch them into small flowers. Then put them one by one into the soup bowl.

When the high temperature glutinous rice cake encounters ice water, a faint white smoke rises, causing all the glutinous rice cakes to undergo the last chemical change.

Qualitative leap.

The gourd chicken was set up, but no one wanted to taste it.

The dish was undoubtedly excellent and very delicious, but what everyone wants to taste more is this dish of firewood.

At this moment, even Shi Peng had to admit his name.

What would it feel like to have a burning wooden hammer and a sinking flower in an ice basin?

Zhu Silin first gave this right to his opponent.

When the glutinous rice cake was cold, it shrank a little more and was not sticky. It was soft and tender in the warm mouth. Before I even had time to chew, it slid down the stomach along the body fluid.

What does it taste like?

Shi Peng couldn't help but tasted it again.

This time I finally tasted it, it was light and sweet, and there was a fragrance that was frozen by ice. It was glutinous rice cake, not like glutinous rice cake, but it actually tasted a taste he had never tasted in his life.

The only thing that can be described is that it tastes delicious.

Putting down the chopsticks and plates, Shi Peng was silent for a long time and only said three words.

"I lost."

As a chef, this is the highest level. No matter what skills you use, you can finally create a memorable taste, and you will be the winner.

Zhu Silin did not feel ecstatic or contempt, but pointed to the opposite side. Nianfu ran over quickly and brought him the plate of gourd chicken.
To be continued...