"That's ...... Pancake fruit?"

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In the close-up picture, on the dinner plate, Luo Ying's pancakes are too delicate, not to mention the vegetables and fruit grates inside, but only the outermost layer, the layers of rolled egg cakes, like sprinkling golden dye, flashing in everyone's sight.

The color is so magnificent that it is hard to breathe.

"Mung Bean, what about the mung bean noodles before, why is there only gold left!" the audience shouted exaggeratedly.

The judges first tasted Luo Ying's pancakes, one for each person.

After the pancake is padded with paper, hold it in your hand, and the warmth still comes through the palm of your hand.

You don't have to smell it, when you pick up the pancakes, a vegetarian symphony of eggs, grains and vegetables comes to life in the judges' minds.

It was like inhaling the fragrance of flowers in the morning from a lover, refreshing people's hearts, and the faces of the five judges invariably showed a little satisfaction.

Click!

Can't wait, open your mouth and bite down.

The egg coating is broken, and then to the vegetable layer, click, refreshing and poured into the mouth, so when the teeth bite the inner layer of the grate, Roche sweet noodle sauce, chili sauce on the tip of the tongue rendering, the taste buds are colorful, so that the judges are happy.

However, a sudden change occurred.

The vision, which was originally embellished with color, suddenly turned dark.

A high emperor sat silently on the dragon chair.

In the jade bath of the emperor's crown bead curtain, a pair of majestic eyes can be faintly seen, and there is a slight anger of being violated in these eyes.

"Boom-"

It was like a black curtain was pulled in front of him, and no matter how dazzling the "Golden Wheat" was, it couldn't resist, and it was overwhelmed by the dark world, and the light completely disappeared from the field of vision.

The judges bowed their heads in unison.

Andrea bit her lip and said with a complicated look: "Sure enough, ......"

"Hey!"

Sigh.

Shinichiro Furukawa, the chief judge, looked at his hand in a daze, and only ate a small bite of the 'pancake fruit': "It is indeed an improved work, and it has condensed the painstaking efforts." And, not to mention anything else, just in terms of materials, this is probably the most precious and magnificent pancake I have ever tasted!"

No one doubts this assessment.

The pancakes made with "golden wheat" as the main ingredient are indeed exquisite, and their appearance is far beyond the scope of traditional folk snacks, and they will not be questioned when served directly on the high-end banquet table.

"The taste of this kind of thing is very similar to the ...... of fried dough sticks."

Luther spoke, curiously, and pulled out a piece of fried flakes from the pancake rolls, which were very beautiful and fried golden brown.

Click.

As soon as he opened his mouth and bit it, the fried flakes shattered in response, Luther chewed it, and his brows loosened slightly: "What is this thing? The material is actually "golden wheat", but it's a pity!"

Pity?

Luo Ying's smile was already stiff, and she no longer had the smile she had when she had just served the food.

She sorted out her emotions a little and said, "That's 'fruit grate', a kind of thin crisp made by frying the dough in a pan. The dough is made of flour made from "golden wheat". ”

"The fruit is the dough, and in addition, there is another more common way to eat the fruit of Jinmen pancakes, which is directly put into the 'steamed bun', which is commonly known as fried dough sticks......"

A few judges, you look at me, I look at you.

As if in order to save the chef's face, they lowered their heads and ate a few more bites, and then put the remaining pancakes back on the plate and stopped looking at them anymore, completely losing interest.

The audience has long been whispering because of the abnormality of the judges.

It stands to reason that the chefs in the finals will never be bad at cooking, and with the "golden wheat" and other high-quality ingredients, the judges should be delighted and praised for such a transcendent Tsumen pancake fruit.

But except for the wonderful face of the judges at the beginning, after that, the door of the heart seemed to be blocked, and there were no ups and downs in words and expressions.

"Oops!"

On the sidelines, Li Quan saw this and sighed deeply while covering his face.

Li Han played the game, looked up and listened to the audience's discussions, and probably figured out what the situation was.

"Actually, it should be postponed for at least half a day before the second leg of the showdown, but who calls international competitions have strict rules, and there is only a 30-minute break between the matches......"

He shrugged: "The dishes of the last session impressed the judges too much, even if it is a Lin-level taster, it is difficult to dispel the food memory in the tongue and head in a short period of time." ”

Li Quan, who had also tasted the 'Unified Fried Noodles of the Seven Kingdoms of the Xia Family' before, felt the same way.

"That's right! It should be delayed for at least half a day!"

Li Quan said helplessly.

In the team, Lan Chuhan, a female Lin giant, suddenly said: "Then, the focus of the second and third rounds is not on the cooking itself, but on the ...... How to capture the "meaning" of 'Xia's Seven Kingdoms Unified Fried Mein' in the hearts of the judges?"

Lin Giant suddenly broke the key.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling ridiculous and funny, the finals of the first stage of the dignified international competition, I didn't expect there to be such twists and turns.

But at the same time, another question occupies the mind:

Who can conquer the kind of "meaning" that is called a lonely widow, and completely erase the food memories left by the last young chef to the judges?

"It's hard, it's hard!"

Another male Lin giant in Bai Yulou sighed: "Luo Ying, you have failed. Her 'golden pancakes', even with the addition of fantasy ingredients, failed to shake the "meaning". ”

"Don't talk about the second and third rounds, I'm afraid of the entire finals, the focus is on whether you can break the "will"!"

Lin Giant asserts.

The Bai Yulou team saw the clue, and the rest of the participating teams also started a discussion.

"This kid is almost a big demon king, he can affect the finals, who can defeat the shadow minions to impress the judges!" Aoki Sota touched his bald head, Ryoko Rina and Kamihara Masato were nearby, and they looked at each other when they heard this.

Luo Ying retreated unwillingly.

"It's my turn—"

Dojima Silver confidently served the dishes, "Everyone, please use it!"

One by one, in front of the judges, there were five flatbreads of dark color, each of which filled the plate, and the surface was dark brown finely minced meat, and the emerald green crumbs of spices such as basil and rosemary were dotted with a touch of green.

Different from traditional Chinese snacks, Dojima Gin's 'pancakes' are full of exotic flavors.

"This is pizza?"

"Don't be stupid, I think it's Turkish scones!"

"I think it's a burrito!"

There was a commotion.

The topic of 'pancakes' is actually quite broad, and there are countless local snacks to be found around the world, such as American pancakes with butter and syrup. Among them, 'maple syrup' is a specialty of North America and Canada, and it is made from the branches of the maple tree, which is full of flavor.

In addition, there are French crepes, Indian fritters, etc., but any foodie with some food literacy can name countless kinds in one breath.

And on Dojima Gin's 'pancakes', foodies each see the shadow they desire.

If you love pizza, what you see is a pizza.

If you love Turkish naan, the food in your eyes is the one in your heart.

"Hah!"

Backstage, Xia Yu looked at the 'pancakes' on the screen and gave a thumbs up to Dojima Silver.

Dojima Ginshin thief.

This "thief" of course refers to ingenuity.

Don't forget, Dojima Silver has a kind of kitchen heart called "pure white", which is a mirror, and the taster will eat whatever he wants.

And now he is applying the concept of "pure white" to his dishes.

His 'pancakes' were like pizza and naan, and the five judges were not in a hurry to eat them, and they were also looking at them in amazement.

"Inside...... Something?"

With a light stab from the dining knife, Andrea was curious.

"What is the meat on it?"

Smelling the minced meat and spices on the bread, the judges' faces finally loosened a little.