As he was chopping chicken, Jiang Feng faintly smelled the fragrance emanating from the steamer, and when he lifted the lid, it was almost there. Use a toothpick to poke a row of small holes in the plastic wrap, cover the pot and turn the heat to low and steam.

Chicken mincing requires patience, the finer the better, and its practical cooking stick can also be beaten directly into minced meat, but the effect of patting the minced chicken is naturally not as good as cutting it with a quick knife. The tofu hasn't been steamed yet, Jiang Feng still has time, and now it's only been twenty minutes, no one has finished it, and Jiang Feng doesn't need to be too nervous.

After chopping for another five minutes, the egg tofu in the pot was already steamed and ready to come out of the pot, Jiang Feng put the tofu in the bowl aside to cool, put less oil into the pot, and began to fry the chicken. Stir-fry the chicken while adding green onions, ginger and garlic to stir-fry until fragrant, quickly shovel out the large pieces of ginger and garlic in the pot, put the rest of the ingredients in the pot together and stir-fry slowly over medium heat, add a little water, cover the pot, and wait for the water to boil over low heat.

Jiang Feng saw that someone had already finished it.

Putting the bowl upside down on the cutting board, cutting the egg tofu into even cube pieces, discarding the corners, Jiang Feng put the pale yellow egg tofu and some Q bombs into the plate, and quietly waited for the soup in the pot to boil.

In just two minutes, the soup in the pot boiled, Jiang Feng did not add much water, if more eight-treasure tofu was added, it would be easy to cook into eight-treasure tofu soup. Pour the egg tofu into the pot and season to thicken in one step.

The dish was already out of the pot, Jiang Feng observed it, and roughly estimated that there would be no more than ten people after finishing it, and there was plenty of time to put it away. After two games, Jiang Feng's plating skills have been greatly improved, and when the store is not busy, he will be bored to plate Babao Tofu, so his movements are naturally very skillful.

Because the area of the bowl is not large, all the carrots are buried, and the peas are all dialed to the bowl along the siege of a circle, the peas are surrounded by mushrooms, the mushrooms are ham, the ham sausages are chicken, and the chicken is tofu, which is very layered, and finally take the chopsticks to stir it, so that the colors have a certain degree of blending. Jiang Feng looked at the eight-treasure egg tofu in the bowl with satisfaction, and praised himself.

A work of art!

Then raise your hand to indicate that you are done.

The staff brought the dishes to the judges, pointed out a direction to Jiang Feng, and told him to go there to rest and wait for the results.

The rest area is just behind the fountain in the square, so you can't see the place where the game is played through the fountain.

Jiang Feng noticed that the onlookers outside the venue had decreased a lot, and the uncle who ate fritters before had left. After all, cooking is not as highly watchable and entertaining as singing and dancing, and without the editing, configuration, narration and emotional BGM of TV broadcasts, cooking is actually nothing to see.

Where to look is not to see, and it is similar to go home and watch your mother cook.

Of course, if the chef is particularly handsome like Zhang Guanghang, 1.92 meters, long legs, mixed Chinese and French, young and golden, then it is another matter.

Watching this kind of chef competition is no different from watching the boss idol drama, and it is better to substitute yourself as the heroine.

There is mineral water in the rest area, and there is a row of chairs, which at first glance looks quite a lot, there are seventy or eighty, but there are only nine people, Wu Minqi is also there, she seems to be watching TV with headphones.

Noticing that Jiang Feng was coming, Wu Minqi put away her phone and took off her headphones, and asked, "Why are you doing it so slowly?"

"Eight treasure tofu, the tofu is freshly made, how many have I finished?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I don't know, I just finished it, just before you, and the results haven't come out yet. Wu Minqi said, "I made a dragon copy." ”

"Do they have a copy of the hand?" Jiang Feng didn't expect Wu Minqi to be a dragon copyist.

"No, but there is a good dough, and I wanted to make red oil, but the red oil they prepared was not good, so I made a clear soup. Wu Minqi said, "I remember that you didn't eat authentic dragon spicy hands during your winter vacation? I'll make it for you when I go back, and the oil and spicy seeds my mother sent me just arrived." ”

Jiang Feng weighed the amount of chili peppers and peppercorns that Wu Minqi used to cook, and roughly guessed the spiciness and numbness of her oily spicy seeds, and politely refused: "No, no, my stomach is not very delicious recently, and it can't be too spicy." ”

"My oil is spicy and not spicy. Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng didn't believe her nonsense, she also described the boiled fish that made him cry last time, and he didn't believe a single punctuation mark in the nonsense of the people of Shu about whether it was spicy or not!

Jiang Feng's face was straight and his attitude was firm: "It's not good if it's not spicy, I think it's better for me to eat less spicy recently." ”

Wu Minqi saw that his attitude was so firm, so he could only give up: "Then I'll make it for you when your stomach is better." ”

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and put on headphones and continued to watch the TV series.

"Is No. 39 Wu Minqi here?" the staff came over, smiling, walked to her side after Wu Minqi raised his hand, and congratulated her with a smile, "Congratulations, ten red cards, please be patient with the scoring results." ”

The few people in the rest area all looked at Wu Minqi, she nodded to the staff and said thank you, and then continued to look down at TV.

Jiang Feng sat next to her and brushed the paste, and heard her muttering in a low voice: "This dragon copy hand is not as good as mapo tofu." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

Wang Hao has updated again, and the frequency of his updates is already higher than that of many online authors, and the readership base is also considerable, and there is an endless stream of people who post water every day, and even have a fan base. Jiang Feng wanted to see the latest update, so he could only click on it and look at the landlord in reverse order, and glanced at it roughly, the latest update was the pig's foot qualifier to make fried golden eggplant.

Let go of the eggplant, it's just a purple child, Wang Hao's writing directly changed the color of the eggplant.

Jiang Feng read the latest update honestly, but in fact, it was not much, and it was finished in two minutes, and the staff just came in: "May I ask if the No. 13 Jiang Feng player is here?"

Jiang Feng raised his hand.

"Congratulations, 9 red cards, please be patient with the results. The staff said.

The results of 9 red cards are actually not bad, and Jiang Feng didn't have the luxury of being the first to be promoted, but there was a question that he was confused for a few minutes, and he really wanted to ask the staff.

"Hello, can you tell me how you selected these ten public judges?" Jiang Feng asked.

The public judges of the first two competitions were both old and young, but this one was all young, and he didn't believe that the organizer's selection was random.

The staff didn't expect Jiang Feng to ask this, and replied with a smile: "It's very simple, the requirements are high, you can eat it, and you can't taboo it." ”

Jiang Feng was speechless.

This organizer is quite intimate!

I actually deliberately found ten that could be eaten.

The conscience of the industry!

* I, an author with a conscience in the industry, you actually say water ヽ('⌒ ́メ)ノ