Compared to boiling porridge, Jiang Feng was really not afraid.

Although there have been a lot of cars in the past few days, but those are all experiments, it is normal to overturn cars, and the almighty good taste employees can even get the osmanthus candy that Jiang Jiankang bought when he was shopping, what else can stop him from advancing to the top four?

Final four?

Mere trifle!

Jiang Feng was now expanding like never before.

The ingredients are all pre-processed, put directly into the casserole, add water, turn the heat to the maximum, and boil the porridge on high heat.

Zhang Qian's steps are similar, but the types of ingredients are not as rich as Jiang Feng's, she uses a small casserole for standard family porridge, and the amount of breakfast for a family of three is just right for each person. Jiang Feng used a king-size casserole, the casserole alone weighed several catties, and it was also the amount of breakfast for a family of three, Jiang Jiankang half a pot, Wang Xiulian half a pot, he ate the leftovers from last night.

Jiang Feng's casserole attracted the attention of the audience.

Many people may have seen such a large casserole for the first time.

"This Jiang Feng has a personality, it is not easy to use such a big casserole for forty minutes!" Pei Shenghua smiled.

"Maybe it's used to it, it's supposed to be such a big one, and his family may have opened a store. Zhu Chang calmly analyzed.

"His family opened a restaurant in the food court next to A University. Han Guishan said.

"Mr. Han knows him?" Zhu Chang was curious, but he didn't expect that he was still a hidden relation.

"My son has done volunteer activities with him, and he carves turnips so well that my son likes them, and the ones I brought home last time ate them in one night. Han Guishan pondered, "Wait a minute, I have to ask him to help me carve a few more, my son doesn't like to watch Peppa Pig recently, and he has to help me carve a few bears and bears, but I don't know if the bald head can carve it." ”

The remaining four judges: ???

Jiang Feng used a large casserole, with many ingredients, a large amount, and a lot of water, and kept turning on the maximum fire to let the porridge roll in the casserole, while he kept stirring with a soup spoon. Zhang Qian next to her had already turned the heat to medium and covered the casserole lid and simmered slowly, and Jiang Feng was still stirring here.

"Twenty minutes remaining. ”

Jiang Feng was still stirring.

"The remaining time, fifteen minutes. ”

Jiang Feng's right hand was tired, and he changed his left hand.

"The remaining time, ten minutes. ”

Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge had been boiled until it was soft and thick, and she added a spoonful and a half of honey to the casserole and turned it to low heat.

Jiang Feng turned the heat to medium and continued to stir.

"The remaining time, five minutes. ”

Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge was already out of the pot, and the eight-treasure porridge in front of Jiang Feng had also become very thick, turning the heat from medium to low, and he opened the jar containing the osmanthus syrup.

One scoop, two scoops, three scoops.

The small teaspoon used by Zhang Qian, and the iron spoon used by Jiang Feng.

The painting style of the two people was not on the same channel from the beginning.

At the last minute, Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was completed.

【A pot of near-perfect eight-treasure porridge】

Wonderful, wonderful, this wave is stable, absolutely, steadily won!

Jiang Feng frantically milked himself in his heart, his face was not obvious, but in fact, he was so beautiful that he was bubbling and incomparably inflated.

The young lady of the staff wore heat-insulating gloves and served Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge to the judges' seat first.

Ingredients such as seeds, barley, white lentils, and yams are boiled to a very viscous texture, and honey has a floral aroma, a large sweetness, and a long aftertaste. Although Zhang Qian only added a spoonful and a half teaspoon, because she cooked a small amount, the sweetness was enough.

There was a big iron spoon for scooping porridge on the table, and each of the five judges had a spoonful, and Han Guishan was also very reserved to scoop only one spoonful. Although he came up with the ghost topic of sweet porridge, it was many days ago, when he wanted to drink sweet porridge, but now he doesn't want to.

Han Guishan, who had just eaten prawns in tomato sauce, said that he didn't want to drink porridge, he wanted to eat meat.

It's really not good, fish-flavored eggplant is also acceptable, and bland porridge is not his dish.

Entrance.

It's ok, it's just a bit hot.

Three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls put his bowl into his stomach, Han Guishan thought about it, and scooped another spoonful.

For the 16-year-old girl, everyone is more tolerant, Han Guishan played ten points as always, and the rest were more merciful, 8.5 points, not a bad score.

The staff went to Duanjiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge.

Hard.

Motionless.

Push harder.

Still not moving.

Breathing into the dantian, he held his breath in his mouth, held the edge of the casserole with both hands, and pushed it hard.

It's moving!

Deflated after two seconds.

The young lady of the staff looked at Jiang Feng silently, her smile full of murderous intent.

"Emmm, this, I'll serve it, give me the gloves. Jiang Feng said.

This pot of eight-treasure porridge with casserole porridge is at least twenty pounds, and it is six or seven meters from the kitchen table to the judges' seat, so it is indeed a bit cruel to let a young lady who wears high heels and usually does not move bricks but is only responsible for smirking and being beautiful bear this weight.

The young lady of the staff silently took off her gloves and stuffed them to Jiang Feng, and left without looking back.

Jiang Feng picked up the casserole, brought it to the judges' table steadily, put it on the table, and returned to the kitchen table.

As the casserole was placed on the table, the table shook, and it felt like it had sunk by a few tenths of a centimeter.

"He looks quite thin and has a lot of strength, this must be at least twenty pounds, it's quite easy to hold!" Han Guishan sighed.

"You have strength in your arms to be a chef. Zhu Chang said.

As soon as the lid is lifted, the aroma of eight-treasure porridge is released.

The aroma of the ingredients is accompanied by the taste of osmanthus sugar, which is very layered.

"Osmanthus candy?" Pei Shenghua immediately sniffed out, "It smells very good!"

Han Guishan also felt the same, so he scooped two spoonfuls.

A little hot, blown, entrance.

！！！

There is such a brilliant eight-treasure porridge in the world!

As a native of Guangdong Province, when I was a child, my family had no money to eat mush every day, and I wanted to drink porridge in the middle of the night, and after I was a teenager, I drank porridge until I shed tears in the middle of the night.

His history of drinking porridge, blood and tears is not an exaggeration to write a book.

But he had never drunk such a porridge, mellow, sweet, thick, delicate, all the ingredients melted in the mouth, as if they could slide down the throat directly into the stomach without swallowing, the warm feeling extended from the esophagus to the stomach, the aftertaste of osmanthus sugar remained in the mouth, and the fragrance permeated the tip of the nose.

It's not just a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, it's a work of art.

"Snorr, purr. ”

Han Guishan gulped a big mouthful, chewed the peony and put the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl into his stomach, hit it casually, quickly scooped a full bowl, stirred it a few times, and then continued to drink the porridge with a snort.

The other four judges also drank the porridge in the bowl for the first time and then scooped the second bowl, instead of scooping a full bowl like Han Guishan, one person made half a bowl, and slowly spooned the ground one by one.

After a long time, when Han Guishan's third bowl was drunk, the scores of the remaining four judges came out.

9.6 points.

Pei Shenghua gave Jiang Feng full marks.

The highest score ever scored higher than Ji Xue's tile altar carved chicken.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Yo, Xiao Feng's score is so high!" Jiang Jianguo looked surprised, and said happily: "I saw that Xiao Feng is going to win the championship!"

"It's not surprising that his eight-treasure porridge is so good that there are few porridge masters in the country who can compare with it. Jiang Weiguo Dao glanced at Sun Guanyun.

Sun Guanyun refused to receive a message from Jiang Weiguo.

When the audience at the scene quieted down, Zhu Changcai picked up the microphone and said: "I am very surprised that I can drink such a bowl of porridge, and I am even more surprised that this bowl of porridge is actually from the hands of a 20-year-old young man. In fact, these two contestants are very good, the little girl is only 16 years old, but the control of heat and seasoning is already very in place, our female chefs are very rare, and masters are even rarer, I am looking forward to seeing your name in the celebrity chef directory of "Zhiwei" magazine in the future. ”

"What is the celebrity chef directory?" Han Guishan asked in a low voice, although he and Xu Cheng were friends, he didn't watch "Zhiwei".

"A list of the best chefs from all over the world is more reliable than the Michelin selection. Zhu Chang said.

Han Guishan nodded as if he understood.

"I scored ten points, and I also think that the pot of eight-treasure porridge boiled by Jiang Feng is worthy of this ten points. It's hard to describe in words, and it's a recipe for eight treasures that will put a lot of experienced chefs to shame, including me. Just like Lu You's sentence 'I have to be easy to do with the Qiu Ping, and only eat porridge to the gods', making porridge requires patience and experience, and I can't even imagine what the porridge you cooked when you were the same age as me more than ten years later would taste like it, and it might really be to the gods at that time. Pei Shenghua was excited, and chanted a poem again, "During the Laba Festival, I will also cook porridge at home, but compared with the eight-treasure porridge boiled by Jiang Feng's contestants today, it seems a bit of an axe." I can't even pick the shortcomings of this eight-treasure porridge, if I have to pick it, it is that the competition time is too short, if this pot porridge can be simmered on low heat for four hours, I believe it will be perfect. ”

"Two great young players, I look forward to your future. Zang Mu said as little as ever.

"The words of praise have been finished by Judge Pei, and it will be a little old-fashioned if I praise again. I was a little disappointed in the last game, but I only had surprises in this game, whether it was Zhang Qian or Jiang Feng, I was pleasantly surprised, I can only say, little girl, you are not unjust at all in losing to him. Tong Deyan didn't forget to diss Zhao Shan at this time.

Han Guishan had already started to drink the fifth bowl, and took the time to make a perfunctory comment: "It's delicious, burp." ”

The audience burst into good-natured laughter.

"This pot of porridge is very large, it's a waste here, let's give the audience a little bit to taste, and the players to try it too. Han Guishan proposed, he was almost half full.

The other four judges all thought it was a good idea.

The audience in the audience was full of anticipation, and they all stretched their necks, hoping that the staff could choose themselves as the lucky audience for the sake of their own necks, and taste the taste of this pot of eight-treasure porridge that was praised by the five judges as unique in the sky and on the earth.

Jiang Feng's pot of porridge is indeed sufficient, for some reason the organizer has really prepared a lot of bowls and spoons, and the audience in the audience is not very special, everyone can taste a little bit and a few bites per person.

"Leave me some, I'll take it home and warm it up for my wife and son to taste. Han Guishan ate himself and didn't forget to pack.

The world is big, the boss is the biggest, and the young lady who is responsible for scooping porridge just leaves a bottom, and there can be two bowls of scraping.

For a while, everyone had no time to watch Zhang Guanghang, and everyone focused on the porridge in their bowls.

Sun Guanyun was holding the bowl with a disdainful expression.

As soon as the eight-treasure porridge that was still warm was eaten, his face changed.

Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo, and his face was full of why didn't you tell me that your grandson was actually a professional porridge cooker.

Jiang Weiguo looked proud.

I didn't expect it, my grandson is a professional porridge cooker!

The audience was filled with all sorts of exclamations and emotional/friendship breakdowns.

"Damn, really?? Delicious!"

"It's so delicious, isn't it?"

"This?? What kind of porridge, what kind of porridge is it, what is it sold in the porridge shop?"

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Love me, give me a bite of the porridge in your bowl. ”

"Honey, give me a sip of your share!"

"Are we still friends?"

"No,. ”

......

The host's young lady stood in the audience, and she was still reminiscing about the taste of the eight-treasure porridge she had just drunk.

The camera brother hated it, the shit assistant director drank next to him, smelling the thief and wanting to drink it, but he had to hurry up and adjust the camera position to capture the audience's expressions.

Han Guishan hiccuped on the judges' bench, only hating that he didn't have two stomachs like a cow.

Jiang Feng and Zhang Qian consciously returned to the rest area, and the host's little sister came back to her senses and said sweetly: "Jiang Feng's porridge must have been tasted by everyone just now, it is indeed very delicious and memorable, and it is well deserved to get a high score of 9.6 points." ”

"Our staff has cleaned up the kitchen table, let me invite the third group of players Gu Li and Chu Peng, the theme they drew is salty and fresh, the competition dish is vegetable rolls, please two players on the stage to prepare, the game will start in 3 minutes. The host said with a smile, his smile was filled with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus sugar.

"What does your eight-treasure porridge taste like? I really want to drink it!" Zhang Qian was the most pitiful, she didn't drink the eight-treasure porridge after losing the game, and no one remembered that there was a poor contestant on the cooking table who didn't drink it.

"Do you have classes on the weekend?" Jiang Feng asked, "You can come to my store on the weekend, and I will cook a special one for you, but the quality of the ingredients may not be as good as today, I cook it for a longer time, and the flavor of the rice will not be bad." ”

"Okay, okay, I don't have classes on Sundays and just have evening self-study, I don't need to go to evening self-study on Saturdays, and I can do it on Saturday nights and Sundays at noon!" Zhang Qian said excitedly.

Jiang Feng, who hadn't studied for a long time, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, high school students are really bitter, no wonder the teacher can use the university, you will be easy This kind of lie has deceived one class after another.

"On Saturday, I'll start cooking in the afternoon, what time do you get out of school? It's better to come around seven. Jiang Feng proposed.

"I'm out of school at 6:20, where is your store? Can I bring my mother along?" Zhang Qian was very excited.

"Okay, what's your mother's taste? You can send a message to me later, my store is in A Big Food Street, and I'll send you the location tomorrow." Jiang Feng also responded with a smile.

"Do you mind adding me one?" Zhang Guanghang joined the group chat.

"No problem, it's an honor, I'll send you the location tomorrow. Jiang Feng said, looking at Zhao Shan, thinking that it was not good for the three of them to form a small group and isolate him alone, so he invited him, "Do you want to come together?"

"No need. Zhao Shan smirked, and was frantically dissed, he didn't want to appear in the same frame with Zhang Guanghang after today.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a little uncomfortable, as if a sharp gaze was staring at him, a little unkind.

From the auditorium.

Jiang Feng looked towards the audience and happened to collide with Wu Minqi's gaze.

Wu Minqi smiled at Jiang Feng and made a congratulatory lip shape.

Jiang Feng also showed her a heartfelt smile.

The feeling is gone.

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