"Hanjiangxue's food list is hard to find, and Mr. Liang never wants to make the food list public, and every chef has signed the legendary 'life and death certificate', and it has always been a leader in the catering industry. Mr. Liang's food list must be outstanding. ”

The years have left wrinkles on the old man's face, but he has precipitated an elegant temperament, and the charm between his eyebrows and eyes is not as good as the beautiful secretary from a scholarly family next to Mr. Liang.

She thought to herself, this is a confidentiality agreement for Han Jiangxue who knows a little bit of the inside story, which is described as "life and death".

The huge floor-to-ceiling glass cast malicious daylight into the room, and the old man only vaguely saw the figure, his right arm swayed slightly, and his expression was buried in the shadows, so that people could not see through what kind of attitude Mr. Liang had at the moment.

"It's just a simple arrangement and combination of food, I just make the food at the right time, in the most suitable cooking way, in the most suitable state, and then give it to the most suitable person. "In the shadows in front of the window, the muffled noise seemed to be trying to thicken the atmosphere.

The big and pompous screen on the right is broadcasting a cooking contest live.

"Tang Zujing, Tang Qian soup kitchen has finished the dishes, please pass it to the second floor. Ask the judges to give the best score for the dish after tasting. ”

The old man couldn't sit still, raised his hand and straightened his shawl, feeling that his heart was almost cold in the low temperature in the room: "The results of the consultation are not optimistic, we don't dare to try the folk remedies, and we have allevi......ated Mr. Liang's matter on our side."

Mr. Liang sat up straight, as if comforting a child: "Ms. Bai, don't worry. ”

A scream came from the other end of the screen.

Mr. Liang stood up and silently walked around the long table in front of him, and Bai Huixin saw a young and handsome face.

Mr. Liang smiled and said, "Ms. Bai is really a person who keeps her word, and the food list has been opened, please smile." ”

He reached out to the table with his left hand, a stack of pale yellow rice paper was turned in a direction, he didn't look at it, he picked up his index finger, and drew a small folded square from it, and his fingertips touched the square, and the pale yellow piece of paper slid to Bai Huixin's hand.

Bai Huixin glanced at the screen, opened the square, folded it again, and said, "Happy cooperation." ”

The corners of Mr. Liang's mouth turned up slightly, Bai Huixin looked like a polite smile, but she felt colder, and slowly stood up, and the secretary hurriedly came to see her out.

Mr. Liang looked at the close-up on the screen - black and white chaos, like ink spilled on a white coat, there was no grandeur of splashing ink, only swamp-like disgusting.

He suddenly felt out of interest and walked straight out the door.

The screen dutifully sent out all kinds of surprises and regrets.

"The shovel in the hand of the chef next to Tang Zujing suddenly came off!"

"The beautiful chef's work has been flipped! I can see that I am preparing to make a Taiji diagram, but it's a pity that ......"

"It's all sesame...... Wait, this smell is coming so far......

"Tang Zujing's Tang Qian was very calm! Her assistant was also calm! Her assistant took a new plate ......."

"The cleaning staff has come in to clean ......"

"The judges are downstairs!"

"Tang Qian rang the bell again!

Mr. Liang by the door froze as if he had been suddenly electrocuted, slowly turned around, his eyes refocused on the big screen, and raised his eyebrows.

Wang Qi didn't really admire Tang Qian until this time.

She still remembers that before she went on the field, she was so frightened in the face of this scene that she was so frightened that she soared to the Nine Heavens.

"Tang Qian, I said, what should I pay attention to later?" she pressed her hands on her knees and pressed her thighs, which were shaking uncontrollably.

"Remember to take more when you take the materials, and make an extra copy when you prepare in the early stage. ”

Tang Qian smiled very gently, Wang Qi always had the illusion that her mother was comforting her daughter.

At that time, she only thought that Tang Qian was appeasing her feelings, and it was not until this moment that she understood Tang Qian's intentions.

Wang Qi quickly pulled out a wide-mouth basin from the bottom, Tang Qian re-glued a flour man to the bottom, and the wide vermicelli pinched into an S shape was also fixed in the middle of the basin, and the milk paste and sesame paste were injected into both sides.

As soon as Tang Qian was finished, Wang Qi immediately rang the bell again.

The person who "accidentally" hit Wang Qi with the spatula in his hand just now, watching Tang Qian's movements from the side, stood directly as a stupid statue with a mouth.

As soon as the bell rang, Gao Wensong also walked to Tang Qian's table with four other reluctant judges.

Those four people actually didn't understand, why did Gao Wensong care about such a little girl?

Could it be a relative?

Everyone has known each other for so many years, and there must not be such a person among Gao Wensong's relatives.

It could only be someone Gao Wensong met by accident by foraging for food.

The four of them discussed behind Gao Wensong, and after coming to such a conclusion, their mood was completely different, and they all became solemn - after all, there are really few people who can make Gao Wensong look up to him in terms of cooking skills.

Even the "chef" who put out the menu in Hanjiangxue, although Gao Wensong thought the food was delicious, he never mentioned that person's cooking skills in public.

And this little girl, when everyone discussed it at the beginning just now, they heard it, and he was still quite optimistic about this little girl.

People are born with a sense of taste, and many times they say that they miss their hometown, but in fact, they have a hometown food complex.

People's tastes are also related to the environment in which they grew up and their experiences when they were children.

In Lingzhen, the saying that three years old is eighty is also applicable to personal taste.

When I feel homesick, I fork a piece of fish that is fried to be charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and then take a sip of white porridge with clear water, and tears can roll to my eyes.

The taste buds are always sensual.

"When I was a child, every family loved to put a sieve of sesame seeds at the door, dried them, crushed them, added white sugar, and put them into a jar with a glass body and a green iron lid to pickle. If you don't put it in to pickle, you grind it into powder and boil sesame paste. ”

Tang Qian moved the plate in front of her forward slightly, and calmly stated her original intention of making this dish in the center of the sesame fragrance.

The reporters of the provincial station are still a little privileged, not to mention applying for temporary entry.

At this moment, in front of Tang Qian, there is only the eye-catching microphone of the provincial station.

The other reporters were so angry off the field that they almost didn't stomp off their heels - who knew they could apply for temporary entry!

Gao Wensong snorted lightly, and in the strong aroma of sesame seeds, the salty cheese flavor broke out.

While the other four were still immersed in the aroma of this sesame seed, Gao Wensong smiled and asked, "Cheese?"

Tang Qian smiled lightly: "Salted cheese." ”

The other four originally thought that it was just a milk paste, but looking at the materials on the little girl's table, they knew that it was boiled yam puree. However, this irregular flying Taiji diagram is particularly in response to the theme of "Heaven and Earth", and it is not a neat boundary, but a flying edge, which makes people feel that this Taiji is rotating.

This is where the little girl's careful thinking lies, I have to say, it looks eye-catching!

"Heaven and earth are not opened, and the beginning of chaos is for ......"

On the big screen, it turned out to be stuck in the middle scene of Gao Wensong and the four judges in front of Tang Qian's table, in the face painting, the judges and Tang Qian each stood on one side, and one was the Tai Chi that seemed to be windless and automatic.

Because Tang Qian paused in the middle of speaking, the camera advanced directly, giving Tang Qian a close-up.

Tang Qian in the picture is calm and calm, and her young face is full of confidence and youth that the opponent can't wait to tear apart.

She took a deep breath and said in a steady and loud voice: "Tai Chi." ”

As soon as these two words came out, everyone at the scene felt an invisible pressure at the same time, and their goosebumps were flooded.

The milky fragrance overflows the nose, the fragrance lubricates the mouth, and spreads a full and delicate salty fragrance on the tip of the tongue.

For no reason, Gao Wensong remembered a can of cheese given by a relative when he was a child, which was packed in the simplest glass jar with a tight rubber lid on the face. He loved this cheese at the time, it was a big bowl with a long salty aroma, and the aroma could go from his throat to his nose when he took a bite.

Later, as he grew older, he was able to eat more and more types of cheese.

The crust of Brie cheese, which is favored by the French aristocracy, is always disliked, but Gawain is acceptable, with a light taste and a springy taste, eaten with champagne, stealing a little of the elegance of the French aristocracy, but the taste is not the taste in memory.

There is also a mild monastery cheese that is also in line with Gao Wensong's taste, but it does not have the taste of cheese when I was a child, and I always feel empty after eating.

The taste that is closer to that when I was a child should be the British cheddar cheese, which has a distinct salty taste.

The most similar is the Parmesan cheese I ate at an artisanal cheese shop in Italy last year, which is creamy, salty and fresh like a fatty oyster, and just as sweet but not greasy as the throat.

However, none of these are that flavor.

Gao Wensong closed his eyes - the taste in his mouth at this moment is the salty fragrance in his memory.

The other four judges have very rich expressions - Tai Chi yam puree, the first time they see it, the memory of the taste buds is sweet, but this yam puree gives them a very unexpected feeling, and it is very surprising - the salty milky aroma faintly reveals a hint of sweetness, and the sesame fragrance is rich but will not steal the taste.

The snow-white and flawless yam puree jumps a little black, only milk paste and sesame powder, the combination of white and black, it is a pleasure to simply love to watch, and it is even more delicious to eat.

After each judge went down for a spoonful, Gao Wensong gently picked the black point in the white with the spoon, but he couldn't pick it, he held the porcelain white spoon tightly and poked it down, holding a crane with a little black on its head.

One of the judges couldn't help but blurt out: "The knife is good!"

Another judge also picked the bit of white in the black, and held up a white-haired and silver-bearded Taoist, and several people exchanged glances, and divided a crane with a slightly "cruel" twist, which was strong and salty, fragrant and sweet, so that they didn't even let go of the wide noodles as the "yin and yang dividing line".

This qiē fell into Mr. Liang's eyes.

He was still standing by the door, keeping his steps forward, his body turning back in an awkward position, and a shallow smile on his face.

He stood and watched the very weird crab and chicken climb the mountain in Shu Chinese food, and the "Shu Road Difficult" score got a new low.

Watching Han Jiangxue actually carved the ice into a dangerous peak holding a flour pinched bird, under the dangerous peak is an old man sitting quietly fishing by the frozen river, the appearance and creativity are all collided with Shu Chinese food Yan zhòng, but this dish called "solo fishing Hanjiang Snow" was finally divided by the judges.

Looking at the Caspian Sea, Sun Qi's face was darker than the thin sesame powder on Tang Qian's "Tai Chi".

Watching the end of the competition, watching the judges announce-

"Champion, Tang Zujing, Tang Qian - "Tai Chi". ”

His face was chilled with Han Jiangxue, who ranked second, Caspian Sea, who ranked third, and the chefs of Shu Chinese cuisine, who didn't know how many.

The large screen that doesn't know what to do is still broadcasting the content of the competition.

The reporter is interviewing Tang Qian.

The camera gave Tang Qian a close-up, and there was a little joy in her black and white eyes, and more, an unexpected sense of superiority.

This kind of look is so familiar to Mr. Liang that he can see it in the mirror every morning.

The girl who thinks that outsiders on the screen is extremely fairy, in Mr. Liang's eyes, is completely a .sexual.cold face,Although this judgment with a strong subjective color is not objective,But when he thinks about it like this,His heart does feel a lot better。

The pair of small seven lips opened and closed slightly, facing the camera, and their eyes overlapped with Mr. Liang.

Mr. Liang was a little embarrassed, and after noticing his actions, he smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

The reporter was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and asked: "What do you think about the first time the dish was accidentally knocked over by the chef next to you?"

If this question is asked to Mr. Liang, then he can completely say that "the accident in the game is just an accident, and the result is the most important thing", which makes people hate itchy, and he can't help it.

But the object of this question is coriander.

The girl smiled, revealing her snow-white millet teeth, and the reporter suddenly felt that his favorability for her increased.

She said: "You said that the spatula was out of your hands, and I was really surprised that such a low-level accident happened to a senior assistant who could be brought into the attention of China." I've thought about a lot of surprises, but the most unexpected is ......"

She paused, looked directly at the camera, and teased: "It turned out to be such a low-level accident." ”

Although this is not pleasant, the audience on the other side of the TV feels that this is still lightly said!

This is obviously deliberately knocking over other people's basins!

And Tang Qian's age is there, and this answer is so direct that it is impossible to refute.

Tang Qian continued: "I know what everyone wants to hear more is my neutral round polite words, anyway, I've already won the championship, right? Don't be so aggressive, but I'm sorry, my principle is -- people don't offend me, I don't offend people, if people offend me, I will retaliate with a tooth for a tooth! I'd rather be a bad person than a coward!"

Originally, they thought that Tang Qian would feel embarrassed, but they didn't expect that after the heart was exposed, the embarrassment was doubled and magnified on themselves.

Especially the assistant who "accidentally" took off the spatula and the chef next to him, as soon as Tang Qian finished speaking, the camera immediately turned to their side, and the two immediately shook their hands and left.

Leave the audience with two backs of thieves and obscenity.

Mr. Liang raised the corners of his mouth lightly and said to the screen: "Interesting." ”

The internal phone rang, and Mr. Liang walked over and picked it up.

"Mr. Liang, the matter on the US side has been done. ”

The secretary dutifully reported her work, and listened to Mr. Liang's cool "yes" on the phone, and shivered fiercely.

How can this "good" word have a feeling of revenge?

The secretary put down the internal phone, and her hand shook slightly.

In order to get rid of that strange chill, she had to plunge headlong into endless work.

Zhuang Shize, who was in the lounge, was relieved the moment he saw the results announced.

The mood was relaxed, but the heart and liver were mentioned, and hurriedly walked over to open the door and wait for Tang Qian.

Tang Qian was stopped by a reporter on the sidelines for an interview, and his phone rang again.

On the other end of the phone, Li Yijun's voice trembled a little bitterly: "Zhuang Daxian, something has happened to the battalion commander!

Zhuang Shize's heart sank and asked, "What's wrong with Hu Ying?"

There was the sound of the wind on the phone, and Li Yijun's voice was caught in the wind, a little fragmented-

"He secretly fried gold behind our backs! Collapsed! ”