After a while, Xia Yu and Tamagawa Misa talked and laughed, each pushing a small cart back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are a variety of ingredients on board.

"Let's serve the old woman with a big belly first!"

Xia Yu thought to himself, found garlic, onions, corn, carrots, and so on from the cart, in short, filled a basket full of vegetables, went to the kitchen counter, and took out the shiny 'broken saber'.

Snort!

In the night, the sword and the silver moon reflect each other!

In just two or three minutes, Xia Yu kept a calm face, stuffed all the chopped vegetables and fruits into a gauze bag, and knotted them.

Turn your head and fill the pot with water and add the stove.

"Chicken bones!"

Continue to use the 'broken saber' to process the chicken bones and pig bones, both of which must be blanched first, and then thrown into the cooking pot, close the lid, after more than ten minutes, when the water steam is slamming the lid, Xia Yu also prepared the spice bag.

So, first throw the pork and chicken bones into the hot water.

After Xia Yu finished this, he put the vegetable packets and spice packets aside, turned around and took the basin, and went to get a basin of water.

Watch Xia Yu return and bring back a bag of flour from the cart.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the abbot of Tamagawa.

"Pasta!"

The first judge laughed and said, "The idea is very good!"

"If you are skilled in pastry, 'pasta' is really easy to make in batches. "The naked monk of the third seat is humane.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

The big-bellied old woman in the fourth seat was drooling non-stop.

Although it is not easy to take out the pastry stick directly in public, but in this month's time, Xia Yu has already filled his pastry base, even if he uses an ordinary rolling pin, he can still get high-quality dough through processing.

Syllable!

Syllable!

When he was busy kneading the dough with soft strength, Xia Yu didn't forget to glance at Tamagawa Misa.

Stunned at the moment.

Because, it looks like Tamagawa Misa is also making pasta!

But instead of noodles, she uses packets of vacuum-packed ramen!

Obviously, Tamagawa Misa does not intend to waste her energy on making noodles and kneading noodles, and may focus more on the soup base and ingredients of ramen.

Frowning slightly, Xia Yu realized that something was wrong.

The strange judges are very familiar with Tamagawa Misa, and they are all called Misa-chan.

Therefore, Xia Yu is naturally at a disadvantage in terms of understanding of diners.

Tamagawa Misa knows how to please familiar diners.

I thought that I could easily suppress the young Tamagawa Misa with my rich experience, but now this idea has long flown to Java!

Soon, the dough is formed under the hands.

Cover with plastic wrap and let rise for 15 minutes.

During this free time, Xia Yu happened to process the broth.

Remove the floating foam and grease from the noodle soup, and then throw the previous vegetable packets and spice packets into the pot.

Turn your head and process the dough again.

"Sure enough, he is the youngest special chef in the history of Neon!"

Seeing that Xia Yu skillfully spread a ball of noodles into a thin sheet of dough cakes, the knife was like rain, and a continuous dough silk was spread in a large bowl that was prepared, like a basin.

Several judges looked at each other in amazement.

"It's all to blame Dream Tapir for being stinky and stubborn!" the woman in red with a charming temperament had a broken thought on her lips, "If you succeed in inflicting a nightmare on this kid yesterday, where will he be so alive this year!"

"Hey!"

The Tanuki-sama at the first seat agreed, "I just want to eat Misa-chan's food, forget about the others!

The other three didn't speak.

The abbot of Yuchuan cast a glance, and when he heard the broken thoughts of the woman in red, he only frowned slightly, but did not scold.

"Alright!" said Misa Tamagawa, looking up.

"I'm fine here!"

Xia Yu raised his voice and filtered out the impurities in the broth, and a few large spoons filled the basin-sized noodle bowl.

"Serve—"

Almost at the same time, Xia Yu and Tamagawa Misa served their respective pasta dishes to the judging table, and the diners they faced were all old women with big bellies.

Chinese noodles and Japanese ramen noodles are significantly different not only in the noodles themselves, but also in the soup base.

Xia Yu's noodles are wide noodles, thin and thin, in the clear and yellowish soup, like seaweed at the bottom of the water.

Tamagawa Misa's Japanese ramen is more precise, miso soup noodles!

"Who comes first?" Xia Yu asked.

"Let's do it together. ”

Tamagawa Misa smiled: "This old woman is very edible!"

So, she and Xia Yu handed the chopsticks to the old woman with thinning hair and wrinkled face.

Eat!

Right hand, left hand, hold chopsticks at the same time!

Use both hands!

The old woman skillfully holds the chopsticks and sends two different flavors of noodles to her mouth!

"Shhh......h

The mouth grew strangely large, and the noodles were mouthed, and the old woman let out a long sigh of satisfying her appetite, and her whole wrinkled face twitched from chewing.

But soon, there was a difference in the consumption rate of pasta in the left hand and right hand.

The old woman prefers to eat Tamagawa Misa's Japanese-style ramen, and she finishes this bowl of noodles, and Xia Yu's noodles are still half a bowl left!

Groov!

His heart beat faster, and Xia Yu didn't know what was wrong.

"One more bowl!"

Xia Yu's half bowl of noodles was left there, and the old woman handed the empty bowl to Tamagawa Misa.

"Good!"

Pursing her lips, Tamagawa Misa glanced at Xia Yu, returned to her kitchen counter, and continued to be busy.

Standing in front of the judging table without moving, Xia Yu lowered his head and thought.

The eyes of the five judges were more or less ridiculous and playful.

The woman in red at the second table woke him up and said with a grin: "The youngest special chef in the history of Neon Territory, it seems that this is nothing more than that!"

"From 8 to 12 o'clock, it was a total of 4 hours. The tanuki lord at the first seat said, "And you have to satisfy the appetites of the five of us! Watch the time, hahahahaha!"

Xia Yu ignored the taunt.

He was thinking.

"Is it because the taste of 'Soul Suppression Noodles' is inappropriate?"

"Change to a heavy noodle!" Xia Yu paid attention, "Moreover, if you have to use your real skills, it seems that the dishes that don't shine will not be able to satisfy these foodie judges!"

Thinking about it, he made a request to the abbot of Tamagawa: "Can I go back to the room and get something?"

The female monk nodded.

So Xia Yu went and returned, and when he came back, he brought a pale pastry stick!

Repeat the previous dough mixing process.

In addition, the soup base has also been changed, and Natsuha has made a sauce with a strong marine flavor of clams, salted fish, bonito flakes, and other ingredients, mixed with the stock, and made cuttlefish ink with onions, butter, and white wine!

If the 'Soul Suppression Surface' doesn't work, just use the Galaxy Noodles!

Half an hour later.

The old woman with a big belly makes a hiccup of satisfaction after eating the second bowl of noodles from Tamagawa Misa.

"I'm very satisfied......"

She touched her stomach and was about to hand over a coin to Tamagawa Misa, but Xia Yu came out halfway and handed over the freshly baked dish, "My second bowl of noodles is ready!" (To be continued.) )