Although they are all rice cakes, in terms of the dishes, in layman's terms, it is the appearance, and they are completely different styles!

The Soviet-style rice cakes of Ye Feizhou Group are rectangular in shape, the color is mint green, the texture is warm and delicate, and a few pieces are built on a white plate, which has a cool atmosphere. Just like him, a gentleman, gentle as jade.

Weizhong Group's Fuzhou cabbage cake and radish cake are mainly made by mixing rice milk and potato flour with other small ingredients, and at first glance, they look like fried tofu cubes.

In fact, these pastries are indeed fried in pan oil before they are served, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and fragrant.

The five judges, including the female director, were stimulated by the taste, and the color of their appetite suddenly became stronger.

The judges' eyes stopped at the works of Wei Zhong's group.

"It's cabbage!"

A bespectacled, sven-temperament judge, with his throat rolling up and down, trying to endure the camera, "...... Smell the smell, dried shrimp, shiitake mushrooms, sausage grains and other ingredients have been completely integrated, this is not like the cooking skills of the students, the level is too high, just looking at my appetite is about to get out of the cage!"

Lu Qinghong just stared at Wei Zhong's palms and said, "The only time I intervened, did I make the dishes reborn! Sure enough, it was that kind of magical cooking skill, I'm afraid there was only one vein of Baiyun Pavilion......

She was interrupted by Wei Zhong's wave.

"Taste it!"

Wei Zhong said lightly, "Although this is not my work, it condenses part of my own efforts in it." ”

Next to him, the No. 1 high school student, his fists clenched, uncontrollably nervous and sweating in front of the five famous judges.

Wei Zhong patted him on the shoulder and gave him an appreciative look, "You're already very good!"

"Thank you!"

Recognized by idols and seniors, high school students and teenagers are even more happy and excited.

Lu Qinghong nodded to the left and right, so the five judges picked up the chopsticks together, each got off the chopsticks, picked up a piece of "cabbage cake", bit down his teeth, and chewed in his mouth.

Unexpected taste!

There are dried shrimps, shiitake mushrooms, sausage grains and other ingredients, which should be complex and diverse flavors, but the cake is imported, and a burst of fragrance lingers around the mouth and nose!

If you continue to chew deeply, the vegetable flavors of celery grains and green garlic will invade even more, and suddenly, Lu Qinghong stopped chewing, her face was strange, "How can there be a smell of the ocean......

"Haha, it's seaweed!"

An old judge laughed: "Caitou Kueh is not only available in Fuzhou, but also in Chaoshan and Zhangzhou. In this way, what is the characteristic of Fuzhou cabbage cake? It is this flavor of seaweed, it is the finishing touch!"

The old man is obviously an authority on the study of folk culture, and there is a look of admiration under the stage.

Nori!

Other reviews are clear.

"No wonder, the so-called relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea, the reason why laver is used by Fuzhou people as a special raw material to put into the cabbage cake is related to the geographical location of the adjacent sea, and it is also the gratitude of the local people to the mother of the ocean!"

Lu Qinghong swallowed the pastry in her mouth, her mouth was still spitting, this time she bit a larger piece of cabbage cake, chewing and chewing.

It's obviously gobbling up, but there is a refreshing smile on his face.

The freshness of the sea continues to spread to the depths of the soul, and a trace of "delicacy" hidden in the pastry makes the female director sink, she seems to go to the dock in Fuzhou, stretching her arms in the daytime when the sun is beautiful and the wind is clear, and on the distant horizon, there are faintly visible fishing boats, as if she is taken into her arms.

Pictures are turned into poems.

From the food with a strong local flavor to the hometown.

Through tasting, Lu Qinghong saw Fuzhou after the young craft, this is the higher level of food, more important than color and fragrance!

The so-called "meaning" of food also includes these plot feelings.

No doubt.

In this round of competition for rice cakes, the Wei Zhong group came up with quite a strong work!

Soon, a plate of rice cakes went to the judges' stomachs.

"Huh-" Lu Qinghong wiped her mouth, looked at Wei Zhong and the high school students, and commented with feeling: "To be honest, it's almost the Lantern Festival, those who should go to school go to school, those who should go to work go to work, the smell of the New Year is fading quickly, but the works of your group make me miss my hometown again and want to go home!"

She held up the scoreboard—

19 points!

Seeing this, the other judges also wrote on the signs, and then held them up.

"19 points, 19 points, 20 points, 19 points......" The hostess said intently, "Oh oh, four 19 points, one full score, the final total score of the guard team in this round of competition is 96 points, congratulations!"

The high school students were excited, "96 points, a high score that the program team hasn't seen for a long time!"

Wei Zhong frowned, quite dissatisfied with the result that he didn't get a full score with the help of the "Hand of God" cooking skills.

"Get out of the way—"

A voice said, "It's our turn!"

Wei Zhong was squeezed away, and couldn't help glaring at the rude young chef, "Hmph, is this in a hurry to enter the Hades Palace?

He thought, and the look of contempt in his eyes was about to come out.

In the strong field of pastry, there are strong students who inherit the cooking skills of local rice cakes, how can they lose?

"Huh!"

Xia Yu stole the show, and the five judges realized that the dishes of the Demon King Group were ignored.

They stared intently, stunned.

A plate of snow white and delicate, comes into view!

On the white plate, there is a "rice cake" as white as frost, and the plate and rice cake are like a whole, which makes people's eyes straight!

There is no green coolness of the Ye Feishu group's 'Suzhou-style mint rice cake'.

There is also no feeling of Wei Zhong's 'Fuzhou cabbage cake'.

Xia Yu and Uncle No. 9 migrant workers' rice cake dishes are simple and unpretentious milky white, the smell is also the original rice fragrance of the rice cake, no other impurities, pure and natural.

"Geyang rice cakes?" the old man with an authoritative position in folk culture recognized him at once.

"Isn't it!"

Judge's seat fryer.

"Geyang rice cake, also known as Dahegu rice cake, is well-known in the Chinese world, and can be said to be the king of rice cake dishes!" A noisy voice, "This kind of rice cake, there are two materials that are indispensable——"

"One is Dahe rice!"

"The second is high-quality mountain spring water!"

"They are the secret of Geyang rice cakes!"

Hearing this, Xia Yu just shrugged: "I understand this!"

Female director Lu Qinghong coughed.

"Well, in fact, when deciding on the topic of the bottle stick, in the preparation of the ingredients for the 'rice cake', our program team considered that the three instructors or students might be familiar with Geyang rice cake and planned to present such a dish, so we specially provided Dahe rice and high-quality mountain spring water......"

"Just now, Chef Xia asked our program team for ingredients!"

Lu Qinghong explained everyone's doubts.

"Really?" The judges looked at the female director, and then looked at the calm Xia Demon King, opened their mouths, and were more suspicious that the words were blocked in their throats, and it was very uncomfortable to not be able to spit out.

Who is the Xia Demon King, if it is replaced by other new Lin chefs, the judges are estimated to be shouting non-stop, and it is impossible to let it go.

"Huh-"

A mocking voice interjected.