Chapter 239 The Battle of Salty and Sweet Part One
Chapter 239 The Battle between Sweet and Salty (1)
The white case competition is even more intense than the red case. For the audience below, this is not only a thrilling consideration, but also a delicious visual feast.
The Mi San Dao is bright in color, soft and sweet in taste, and rich in sesame aroma; crisp pastry wrapped in golden oil, as thin as cicada wings, sweet lotus paste mixed with sandy salted egg yolk, a mouthful of egg yolk
Crispy, with layer upon layer of texture; made of flowers as materials and shaped as flowers, spreading the fragrance of flowers and tasting the taste of flowers, and leaving no residue on the outside. Flower cakes are not only complex in taste, but also beautiful in appearance; the surface is ordinary, and the entrance is
Sweet but not greasy, crisp but not broken, delicious and fragrant, this is unforgettable Taigu Pancake...
Until a fiery red round cake came into everyone's sight...
Like the scorching sun in the scorching sun, or like the reluctant sunset in the sunset, the orange-yellow color still has a slight oily heat, making a pair of eyes misty.
Fire crystal persimmon cake.
Yu Jian was also a little excited. When she was in the West Market, she once passed by a shop specializing in selling persimmon cakes. However, because she was in a hurry and there were too many people queuing at the door, she regretfully missed the opportunity. See you again now, and it was indeed as rumored.
Saying: As beautiful as the scorching sun.
The origin of persimmon cakes also has historical reasons. Li Zicheng led the peasants to revolt. During the famine period, there was a shortage of food. In order to reward the rebels, the people mixed the fire crystal persimmons with flour and baked them into pancakes to satisfy their hunger. Later.
, this fire crystal persimmon cake was slowly introduced to the West Market and became a well-known pastry.
Bai An's competition was an eye-opener for Yu Jian. Regardless of the complexity or simplicity of the craftsmanship, the preciousness or plainness of the ingredients, what was presented was an unforgettable delicacy that people will never forget in one bite.
The results of the first round were beyond everyone's expectations: ten teams all entered the next round, and no team was eliminated!
The whole place was in an uproar——
Liu Chenggao picked up the microphone and explained: "The opinions of the three of us and the public judges are surprisingly consistent. In this competition, we have no way to make a choice. Every pastry made by these masters is irresistible."
Treasures. So after our discussion, everyone will be promoted in this round."
Just when everyone was cheering, he curled his lips: "But-"
Just know that there is no such good thing in the world!
While the master chefs were waiting quietly, he added: "But in the next round of competition, we will have a new way of playing. Chinese tastes can be distinguished by two words: salty and sweet. This is due to the region, and
It is closely related to people's living habits. The next round's topic is the 'Salty and Sweet Battle', which is divided into two rounds, one for those who are good at it, and one for those who are not good at..."
Listening to Liu Chenggao's words, the chefs sitting in the audience who had completed the red case competition all sweated and sincerely congratulated themselves.
Sure enough, this seemingly ordinary food competition is full of routines!
If you ask chefs who are good at making sweets to make sweets, there is nothing wrong with it. If you also ask them to make salty foods with unfamiliar tastes, this... isn't this forcing others to do something difficult?
Yu Jian was also stunned for a while after hearing this, lowering his head and silently trying to figure out the deeper meaning. Bai An's team came from all over the world, and they seemed disorganized, but in fact they hid mysteries.
Since ancient times, the south is sweet, the north is salty, the east is spicy, and the west is sour. This is due to the vast landform differences.
Can--
Not absolutely.
This question is about integration.
Perhaps in the distant ancient times, due to the influence of traffic, the distance between the north and the south was long and difficult to reach. But in modern times, you can reach every corner of China within two hours by "flying".
People come and go; people come and go again.
A good chef must not only be good at special dishes, but also be able to cater to the preferences of different diners.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. From the red case to the white case, what the food competition requires is not just skilled workers who can only work in the kitchen, but chefs who can integrate everything and adapt to changes in the face of change.
She made a serious note in the little notebook in her mind, and at the same time, she reminded herself secretly.
It’s not easy to be a multi-talented person!
The road ahead is long and arduous!
…
As soon as the rules of this kind of competition were announced, the masters became restless. This and this... this was originally a one-man battle, so why did it become a small group?
Moreover, the elimination rules are also very confusing! If you lose to the opponent in the group stage, you have to choose a member of the team to be eliminated!
Isn't this... letting them be bad guys in real life!
After fighting tenaciously with the organizers, the masters were like defeated roosters, with their shoulders drooped and sighing secretly. After a long period of ideological struggle and self-paralysis, they finally accepted this fact.
He happily went to find his allies.
Audience below: ????This attitude changes too quickly...
The hearts of the masters: What should we do? The competition is like QJ, if you can't resist, then try your best to enjoy it!
Some of them were from similar regions and some were familiar to each other, so they naturally formed a team.
Bai Yu rubbed his palms and stood on the edge of Tiantian's team, silently watching a few master chefs chatting. Here, he seemed to be an alien and couldn't fit in.
Or Master Li from Guangling discovered him, pointed at him for a long time and said, "The master of Sun Cake?"
Bai Yu suddenly beamed: "Yes, yes, my name is Bai Yu, from Taiwan Province."
Several masters were stunned at the same time, then showed warm smiles, "Oh, hello, Master Bai!"
"You also make sweet pastries there, right? How about joining our team?"
"Pineapple cakes are famous! One year I went to Taiwan Province for exchange and study, but I was deeply fascinated by the taste of pineapple cakes!"
At this moment, Bai Yu's heart was very hot, and the smile on his face changed from polite to sincere.
He joined the team of several masters and listened to them tell anecdotes about their respective provinces. He also asked about the current situation of Taiwan Province, and expressed deep regret for the problems left by history in his words.
"Master Bai, did your TV station say that the mainland cannot afford tea eggs?" Master Li asked curiously. This problem has really bothered him for a long time. He couldn't figure it out. In this modern era where information is so developed, there are still people like this.
The frog in the well is just like the chicken.
This joke...can't be overcome, right?
Bai Yu's face froze and he showed a embarrassed expression. He touched his nose in embarrassment and smiled: "It's just that some people say that. But the development of the inland is really too fast. When I came to the magic city, I was...
Shocked!"
"Then you should come more often. The changes here are changing every day and every year." Master Zhang from the Su School said, and poked him again, "Do you know that Su City is now ranked first in GDP in Jiang Province!
When the game is over, you must go and have a look, and then we’ll invite you to our restaurant for dinner!”
"Okay! I will definitely go!" Bai Yu nodded cautiously.
He wanted to take this opportunity to return to the inland, take a good trip across the country, see the beautiful scenery of China, and feel... the inseparable feelings of his hometown.