Counter 2.

Li Han and Lan Chuhan have completed the slaughter of 5 native ducks.

The duck, which is sleek and gutted, is placed on the kitchen counter, slightly shining.

The key is not in the duck, Xia Yu looked at it, and happened to see Li Han sweating profusely, carrying 5 large Chinese iron pots.

"With such a big pot, 5 mouthfuls were moved at once...... What are they going to do?!"

Xia Yu couldn't help but inhale and mutter.

Look at the 8 small casseroles in front of you.

What's that, the momentum has been completely compared!

Of course, the momentum or something is a joke, and on the occasion of the finals, there can be no useless ingredients and kitchen utensils. Xia Yu looked closely, and saw Li Han put the five iron pots on the simple stove one by one, as if they were in front of him.

"Kitchen Lan!"

Li Han shouted back.

"Come here and help!" Lan Chuhan whispered, gesturing to the white bags stacked next to the kitchen counter.

What is this?

Xia Yu's eyes widened, and he only noticed these bags at this time, "It's definitely not flour, how heavy are six or seven bags of flour?"

But in addition to the large amount of flour, Xia Yu broke his head and thought, and it was difficult to think of what materials needed to prepare so much.

Li Han answered him with practical actions.

"Wow-"

Tear open the mouth of the bag, pour it, and in an instant the white particles gushing out will fill a large basin.

Li Han continued to move the bag, and Lan Chuhan looked calm, injecting a viscous translucent liquid into the basin, which would be seen by professionals, and the competition hall resounded with a gasping sound:

"Salt ......?"

"So much salt, mixed with egg whites?"

The guests had a messy look on their faces.

But Xia Yu's heart was full of chuckles, his hair stood up, and there seemed to be an electric light in his head, and his chaotic thoughts became clear.

"Definitely that kind of dish...... That recipe!"

It's too strong.

Thinking of Lan Chuhan's surname, as well as the inheritance that this surname represents, Xia Yu is very sure.

Really.

Next, the process of Li Han and Lan Chuhan gradually coincided with the memory image in Xia Yu's head.

Mix salt and egg whites and knead into lumps.

The smooth duck does not need to be pickled, nor does it need to be smeared with extra seasonings, but the two of them use salt lumps, like building a wall, little by little, to completely seal the duck inside.

As a result, Cooking Table 2 has five round things.

A fragrance of taro escapes the audience.

The Chinese iron pot is piled with taro filaments, and the duck that is tightly wrapped in salt into a round ball is placed on the filaments, and this scene falls on the camera, and there is a strong sense of picture.

On the mountain platform of the Far Moon "Autumn Leaf Hunting Conference", Megumi Tasho covered her mouth and said, "...... How can it be like building a nest and putting a white giant egg?"

A group of students nodded in agreement.

"That's right!"

"The duck was actually wrapped in salt and turned into a giant egg!"

Alice's eyes widened.

Maki Morita, who was at the top of the first row in the first grade, had no smile on his face, his slender hands were tangled on the low table, and sweat stains were clearly visible on the table. She was so nervous.

"It's so powerful! This combination of dishes is anything but ordinary......"

Kohei Soma's face was solemn.

"I always feel that the championship of this competition is not easy to win!"

"Nonsense!"

The stunned young man at the next table, Takmi, glanced at it, then stared at the TV, and unconsciously waved his fist in a tone full of little fans: "But I firmly believe that Lecturer Xia is the ultimate big winner!"

"Ha, Takmi, have you completely surrendered to Lecturer Xia?"

"This is the admiration of the strong!"

"What about me?" said Kohei Soma.

"Get out! wait for my next challenge, soon!" Takmi snorted.

Opposite the annual life.

Nine of the "Ten Heroes of the Far Moon" still pay attention to the TV picture.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, the picture is occupied by a spread of flames.

Yishihui, Si Yingshi and the others, their pupils contracted sharply, staring at the five Chinese iron pots looming in the sea of fire.

Lan Chuhan had already retreated outside the fire circle, and the faint figure in the sea of fire was naturally the son of the Li family who had also mastered [Burst Flame] and the rest of the flame cooking skills.

The aroma of wine is overflowing.

Jars of Luzhou Laojiao, which were several heights, were opened, used as fuel for ignition, and poured on 5 Chinese iron pots, so the wine produced a raging fire.

The little yellow hair of the eighth seat has been in accordance with the discipline for a long time, clenched his fist, and said unhappily: "This guy, it's started again!"

"Yes!"

Kobayashi Gentian slightly showed sharp little tiger teeth.

Li Han's flame cooking skills, they have watched the first stage of the competition, and they are impressed.

Jiu I Teruki, Kobayashi Gentian and the others looked at the flames that swept the competition hall, but their emotions were subtlely complicated, and there seemed to be a kind of anger that the territory was violated, such a flame cooking skill should belong to the 'flame magician' of Yuanyue.

Unconsciously, Xia Yu's [Burst Flame] had already put a personal imprint on the minds of this group of students.

"Hmph, it's really hot!"

Returning to the arena, Tang Yuqiong withdrew her gaze from the No. 2 cooking table where the fire broke out.

"Elder Tang, let's start too!" she said.

Tang Shan withdrew a carving knife with a deep gaze and nodded, Tang Yuqiong saw this, stretched out his hand on the big iceberg in front of him, and knocked lightly.

Crash!

Great avalanche!

Just like the carving of Xia Yu in the past, the fine ice particles splashed in all directions, and when the movement stopped, the big iceberg was actually more rugged and simple, but unlike before, the mountain of Dufeng was divided into five peaks, like five fingers erected, the middle finger was the longest and steepest, and the thumb was the thickest but also the most calm.

The camera swept over, and the iceberg glittered, and the interior did not seem to be completely frozen, with a strange flow.

The audience didn't expect Tang Shan to be a master of ice carving, even Xia Yu was surprised.

"It's a coincidence!"

Casting his eyes at the five-fingered peak at the No. 3 cooking table, Xia Yu inexplicably popped up such a word in his heart.

Verve!

Being able to touch this word, the ice sculpture cooking works give the viewers a shock to their hearts, which is enough to explain the foundation of Tangshan's craftsmanship.

But it is clear that carving is only the first step in Tang Shan and Tang Yuqiong's culinary works.

Xia Yu calmed his heartbeat, retracted his gaze and only looked at the row of casseroles in front of him, and looked at him more for fear that he would begin to doubt his life.

Half an hour later.

"That's it!"

He quickly turned off the flame valves of the eight stoves.

Zhu Qing followed him closely and violently ripped open the damp cloth covering the dough.

Mu Lu was pleased to look at a few fully fermented dough on the countertop, these doughs were several times larger than the original, Zhu Qing's fingers poked at the cyan dough at will, leaving a deep finger hole almost piercing, "Very good!"

"The finger hole is not retracted!

I can't help but say, once again showed my personal kitchen utensils, that is, the pair of silver chopsticks, Zhu Qing used chopsticks, like a rain of beans, several times per second, each time a small piece of dough was separated, and the efficiency was amazing.

After a short time, the four-color dough becomes a pile of small dough pieces of uniform size.

"You roll the dough, I'll wrap it!"

Zhu Qing pointed to Xia Yu and his black pastry stick.

The filling is ready, the dough is ready, and the next step is to wrap the filling.

The appearance of the "Soul Suppression Bun" is simple, and it is retro to the ugly point, retaining the most original appearance of the bun, which is actually more like a stuffed steamed bun.

Xia Yu and Zhu Qing were oozing sweat on their foreheads, obviously not easily.

At this time, there was a cry in the competition hall:

"The flames are getting smaller!"

"It's going to be done!"

At the No. 2 cooking table, the aroma of the old cellar wine gradually dissipated, and the flame showed signs of decay and extinguishment as the alcohol ran out.

Da Da Da ......

Footsteps.

Li Han was discouraged, walked out of the 5 burning Chinese iron pots, and said to Lan Chuhan: "Kitchen Lan, it's almost there!"

The two of them coincidentally, looking at the timer.

"Elder Tang!"

Tang Yuqiong's hand trembled slightly, and she put down a shiny shovel-shaped tool, she seemed to have filled a gap in the iceberg of Wuzhi Peak, and the iceberg at this time looked like a delicate fish tank at first glance, with a shadow inside......

Counter 1.

The steamer erected on the boiling pot with smoke billowing out.

"It's time for the fire!"

Xia Yu ceasefired.

"But there's one more prop missing!" he muttered under his breath.

"What do you say that......

Zhu Qing raised his hand and pointed that in the corner of the arena, a number of craftsmen invited by the official event were evacuating from the vicinity of a bamboo boat.

Stunned, Xia Yu bent down to thank the craftsmen who came from afar.

"Serve, then—" he chuckled softly.

Zhu Qing said with a smile: "It's time to show!"