Offstage, the five contestants were immersed in their own cooking, unaware of what was happening in the outside world (qíng).

Su Zi guarded the soybean milk machine and filtered the finished soybean milk over and over again, Zhao Xiaoman held a blowtorch to burn the pig hair on the hoof, Wu Ping skillfully disemboweled, and Ao Zuo poured a whole bag of flour into the basin and added the same amount of warm water to stir constantly, so he quietly used scissors to process the shrimp head.

Unlike edited variety shows, in real cooking competitions, the judges spend a lot of time waiting for the contestants to make dishes and small talking.

For example, Mei Yuanbai gave up the intention of continuing to watch after a few glances at the audience, and began to close his eyes and rest.

In his opinion, the dishes made by these contestants have a lot of loopholes, and there is no appreciation value at all, so he just commented directly after tasting them.

On the other hand, He Jianmin was more active, not only having an in-depth discussion with Huang Sheng on the method of hoof hair removal, but also exchanging the performance of the players with Gu Pingping.

"Do you think it's possible to have something different today?"

"Possibly, a few of them are far superior in talent and hard work, and it is not surprising that they make the best dishes. When Gu Pingping spoke, he thought of Aozuo's crab roe noodles and Suzi's Longjing shrimp.

After finishing speaking, I remembered that one of the two of them made plum blossom cake and the other made Wensi tofu today, which were not very good dishes, and the sense of expectation was inevitably a little weaker.

"Your son is doing well today, his hands are very steady. Gu Pingping diverted the topic.

"This dish is the signature dish of our store, I don't know how many times I taught him before, and the cooking is not as good as the Lu cuisine chef that day. Hey, what's your name?"

"Kong Yan. Gu Pingping replied.

"Oh yes, that's him. He Jianmin sighed with a little pity: "Master Kong is also a well-known figure in Lu cuisine, but I didn't expect this apprentice to take a detour." ”

"What detour?" Yang Tan turned his head sideways and took the initiative to join the chat.

He had just finished popularizing the plum blossom cake to Huang Sheng, and Ao Zuo couldn't see the good or bad while he was still in the face, and he was a little panicked.

"Do you remember the (chūn) roll he made last time?" He Jianmin didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

"You say. ”

"He has a problem with cooking, a single ingredient can give you the ultimate, and the knife work is impeccable, but putting it together is not that feeling. He Jian wiped his chin with a tangled face.

"If you make (rì) ingredients and Western food, there is no problem, after all, most of those dishes are single ingredients, and they are also particular about one dish and one taste, such as sashimi and grilled steak. ”

"If he drills deep into a kind of ingredient, maybe in a few years, he will be named the god of shēn and the god of steak. ”

"But he is a Chinese chef, and he also learned Lu cuisine, which is a detour!"

"Lu cuisine is particular about the harmony of five flavors, but if you look at the dishes he made in the competition, the ingredients are not excellent, and the overall taste is average, so it is obvious that he has not learned the essence of Lu cuisine. He Jianmin shook his head with a look of hatred for iron and steel.

"Then Master Kong can't see it because of the reason!" Yang Tan asked rhetorically.

"This ......" He Jianmin didn't know how to reply to him.

"I said Master He, why don't you take a look at your son's shrimp when you are here to talk about Master Kong's apprentice, the shrimp head has not been dealt with properly!" Huang Sheng joined the conversation and sent a critical hit.

When He Jianmin heard this, he turned his head to look at the so-called cooking table.

Sure enough, only half of the shrimp head was left after the shrimp guns and whiskers were cut off, revealing the yellow and clear shrimp yellow.

"I remember that the fried prawns don't need to be boiled in the shrimp yellow, right? Or is he going to make the braised prawns in oil?" Gu Pingping didn't know much about what he meant to make (cāo), and asked He Jianmin: "How did you change the Su cuisine in your store to Lu cuisine?"

"Son!"

He Jianmin was so angry that his teeth itched, just now he was still saying that other people's Lu cuisine was not authentic, and when he turned his head, his son made Su cuisine into Lu cuisine, which was a shame.

Offstage.

Su Zifang just turned off the heat and waited for it to cool down and press the tofu.

Zhao Xiaoman's hooves were also stewed in the pot, and it would take two or three hours to get results.

Wu Ping has scraped all the fish (ròu) and pounded it into a puree, adding cooking wine, tofu, vegetable puree, green onion and ginger and sweet potato flour and stirring it vigorously.

Okuzo's batter has been prepared and the ingredients for the plum blossom cake are being prepared.

Everything looks so normal.

Only He So, who was out of the game early, didn't know the reality that he had been collectively judged by the judges and blacked out by his father, and he was still dealing with the shrimp head unhurriedly.

Cut a shrimp yellow, delicious!

The judges were bored, and the Puzhong chefs didn't know what to watch.

After all, it is too far away for the details (cāo) to be invisible.

Even after watching the whole process, you can only see that the other party is washing vegetables, cutting vegetables and stir-frying, and you can't learn how to do it at all.

"How long will it take?" Mu Fei asked casually when he was a little bored playing with his mobile phone.

"It's going to take at least three hours. Zhang Zidan carefully looked at the situation on the field (qíng) and replied: "Everyone else does it quickly, that fried prawn is estimated to be served in fifteen minutes, and Sister Xiaoman's crystal dish (ròu) is the most time-consuming, it takes two hours just to stew, not counting the time for freezing and solidifying,"

"The plum blossom cake is ready to be made quickly, and Aozuo is stronger, maybe it is faster than fried prawns. ”

"I don't know what he plans to do with the fish cake, let's count it as half an hour, it's about the same as Boss Su's Wensi tofu. ”

Mu Fei: ......

He just casually asked to find a topic, and he didn't know how to pick it up after answering so seriously.

I have been holding back a sentence for a long time!

"It's okay, it's not a Buddha jumping over the wall, that's longer. Zhang Zidan said in vain, looked at the cooking area seriously, and no longer paid attention to Mu Fei.

As she expected, fifteen minutes later, He Zhi raised his hand confidently and submitted the fried prawns he had carefully prepared to the competition.

It took less than thirty seconds for the panel of judges to give their scores.

7.2 points.

Until I walked back to the waiting area, why was my face still full of incredulity, and the (tǐng) I prepared by myself was good, why did I only score 7 points?

Next to the pitch was Ozuo.

When the judges saw Ao Zuo raise his hand, even his eyes lit up a little, and when the plate was delivered in front of him, he was even more satisfied with his praise.

It's homemade again!

A small piece of plum blossom cake is placed in an egg cone, a bit like a fruit cone, and it is still bubbling (rè), which makes people eat (yù) greatly when they look at it.

This time, the judges took a little longer and discussed for two or three minutes before giving Ao Zuo's plum blossom cake a high score of 8.8 points.

"Thank you. Ao Zuo nodded, satisfied with the score, and entered the waiting area to start waiting.

Su Zifang looked at the scores of the first two contestants, then looked at Wu Ping, and found that he took out the steamed fish cakes and began to slice them, which seemed to be about to be reprocessed.

"Why don't you go first?"

Su Zifang looked at the fresh soup that was already boiling in his pot, and decided not to wait any longer, anyway, his Wensi tofu was ready, and there would be no change if he waited any longer, and he would be a little more troubled.

"The big deal is that it's too delicious to take the first place, no matter what!"

Su Zifang was determined, and quickly packed the Wensi tofu and raised his hand.

"Hello, Wensi Tofu, let's serve. ”