"Quack quack ......"

Strange sounds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chiyo Aichi was directly stunned, thinking that there was a problem with the microphone, and looked at the audience with cold sweat on his forehead as if asking for help, but unexpectedly, the executive director and a group of staff members also had similar masked faces.

Quack quack!

The sound intensified, and Chiyo Aichi finally heard where the voice was coming from, and turned his head to look at Natsu Yu's cooking table.

At this time, Xia Yu happened to take the last fried bun out of the oil pan, drained the fat, and put it on the top layer of the plate, which had been stacked with a towering tower of golden dim sum.

"Quack, quack!"

Not only did the steamed buns that had just been fried make a sound, but when Xia Yu walked slowly on the plate, the whole plate of golden fried dim sum was making a weird and loud laugh.

That's right.

This sound fell on the ears of Chiyo Aichi and everyone, and it was a funny laugh of laughter.

"W-How is this possible?"

The guests all stood up, one by one, one by one, one by one, all of them were missing, and everyone stretched their necks, their eyes widened, staring blankly at the fried buns that Xia Yu placed on the judging table.

The videographer finally came back to his senses, or manipulated the machine to focus on the snacks on the plate, or focused on the five judges who were also blindfolded.

"All with sounds!"

Zhu Qing and Erina, who helped Xia Yu practice cooking for a period of time, looked at each other in shock.

"Success rate...... 100%!" Erina felt incredible.

Rattle laughter, for a long time.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Xia Yu and his dishes are the focus of the camera, while Tang Yuqiong and her dishes, who completed the dishes at the same time as him, are ignored.

"Chef Xia!"

Chiyo Aichi looked at the golden snacks on the plate, and then looked at the calm young man, pursed his lips and asked eagerly, "...... Is this sound really coming from dim sum?"

The whole audience pricked up their ears, waiting for an answer.

"As you can see. ”

Xia Yu grabbed a golden fried bun and approached Chiyo Aichi's microphone, and the quacked laughter played through the loudspeaker.

The camera focuses on the bun in his hand, and there is a hole on the bun, which looks like a grinning emoji.

Seeing this, many people were infected by the funny scene and wanted to laugh, but they did not dare to break the silence.

Good half a day.

When the funny sound gradually died down, one of the judges followed Xia Yu's example, tremblingly grabbed the golden fried buns, looked left and right, and who knew that the buns rattled and laughed again in the tumbling.

"How is that possible—"

The judge was so frightened that he screamed so hard that he leaned backwards and fell down with his chair, and the fried bun in his hand slammed down on the judge's table, rolling around, and the quack laugh intensified.

A funny but strange scene, which makes people feel cold.

The five shocked faces were extremely eye-catching.

"W-It's magic!" said a beautiful judge wearing a silk turban with a strong Persian style on her eyebrows, and muttered with her mouth wide open, "I've never seen a dish that makes a sound!"

"Magic!"

"It's definitely not something that cooking can do!"

The audience shouted in agreement, and the guest seats, who said that nearly half of the professional chefs, changed their expressions several times, as if they were skeptical, and as if they were affirming the judges' statements—if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that the chef was speaking before this competition.

It's a giant of Lin, all of them are suspicious.

"It's not 'food'!"

Zhu Qing and Caiba Ichiro said.

"The sound of 'food righteousness' can only be heard by tasters!" Yu Hong and Tang Shan said.

"Moreover, 'food righteousness' should not behave like this!"

In a closed room where the legendary kitchenware 'Jade Dragon Pot' is kept, Guan Xingchen and his friend Qin Zhengda discussed.

"There was indeed laughter in the cracks that looked like mouths......"

Tang Yuqiong didn't know when to bring her food to the table, and at the same time, she grabbed a golden steamed bun that was still very hot, stared at the cracked mouth of the bun in a daze, and then listened to the funny laughter, her expression was simply tangled.

She stared at Xia Yu with burning eyes and asked, "What is the principle?"

"Taste it first!"

Xia Yu did not answer, but made a gesture of please.

Five judges, you look at me, I look at you, and in the end, it was the Persian beauty judge at the end who tasted it first, she opened her mouth, her snow-white teeth were exposed, and she took a bite of the fried bun!

Not!

The melon seed face of the beauty judge, after biting it, her cheeks suddenly bulged high.

"It's so full, it's so full—"

The hijab-wearing Persian judge was shocked, "One bite is a sea of thick juice, and the filling fills my mouth completely!

A corner of the fried bun is missing, and a fragrant mist fills out.

Cow juice!

The approaching judges sniffed, smelled the smell, and the desire to eat suddenly broke through the cage and escaped.

"Click!", "Click!", "Click"......

The remaining four people grabbed a fried bun that was still relatively hot one after another, bared their teeth and took a bite hard, making a crisp sound when their teeth bit through the fried bun skin.

The dry frying sensation disappears, the juice inside sputters out, and the judges pull out in unison, and the hot juice and fried dough are mixed and rolled around in the mouth

Ahh

Frantic screams.

"That's a lot!"

"So satisfied!"

One by one, the judges were in a trance, and their eyes appeared in a golden world.

Knock knock......

Deep-fried buns with funny expressions fall from the sky like rain, carrying hot air and a strong flavor of beef juice.

"Again! more! I want more!" the Persian beauty judge was slick, the silk turban was gone, her black hair was dissolved, and she was crawling all over her with funny expressions, but she still looked fanatical, opening her arms to the sky, and the endless memes fell down, with a quacking and funny laugh, drowning the beauty judges.

"Whew-"

After a while, the beauty judge opened her eyes, but found that she was in a strange posture-

Hold yourself tightly with your hands behind your back.

And because he was too excited and into the play, the fullness of his chest was squeezed and even a little painful.

reacted, the Persian female judge quickly let go of her hand, and there was a wisp of red on her pretty face that could not be erased.

"Really...... So satisfying!"

She stared at the fried buns on the plate, and then at the maker of the dim sum, her eyes fluttering and her expression looked very charming.

"Ahem!"

The other four judges either loosened their ties or pulled out their handkerchiefs to wipe their sweat.

Tang Yuqiong swallowed the last bit of dough in her hand, the crispy texture was all over her mouth, and she also stretched out her tongue to lick the juice on her lips during chewing.

"It's delicious!" she also stared at Xia Yu with a satisfied gaze, and said, "What about the principle of vocalization?"

Xia Yu smiled, grabbed a golden bun, and tore it in half, so the inside of the fried bun was exposed to the high-definition footage.

"Huh, fans!"

"Diced beef!"

Many chefs are thoughtful.

Tang Yuqiong picked up a piece of fried diced beef, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, threw it into her mouth and clicked it, and her face was red from the juice splashed all over her mouth

Xia Yu also picked up a piece of diced beef, and then, his fingers were released, and the diced beef fell, colliding with the inner wall of the bun, and a loud noise fell into Chiyo Aichi's microphone and spread out.

"Oh-"

The hostess exclaimed.

The audience and the chef also suddenly realized, "It turned out that the diced beef collided with the inner wall!"

But there are more doubts.

"Why is it that when the opening is opened, the internal juice is not lost during frying?"

"Even after frying, the diced beef becomes lighter, where is the power to make them collide with the inner wall?"