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There was silence in the stadium.

The scene of the "Autumn Leaf Hunting Tournament" in the far moon was also silent all of a sudden, and the wind that began to turn the season was blowing, bringing down a lot of autumn leaves.

The atmosphere was a bit cold, so much so that there were signs of a cold scene.

"Da Da Da ......"

Chiyo Aichi hurriedly trotted to the No. 1 cooking table, as the hostess and field controller, she naturally had to grasp the atmosphere of the scene, and if it was cold, it would be equivalent to her dereliction of duty. Without panting, she handed the microphone to Xia Yu, who was unloading the kitchen utensils, she bit her lip and asked, "Chef Xia, can you briefly introduce your tools?"

It's all old acquaintances, but Chiyo Aichi still looks nervous.

It's really that the atmosphere of the finals is too suffocating, and her palms can't stop sweating when she hands out the microphone, so Chiyo Aichi really admires Xia Yu, who is calm and tidy up kitchen utensils and cooking tables, but is much older than her.

"Introducing tools?"

Xia Yu was stunned, then smiled slightly, and grabbed the sheathed broken saber, "This knife, everyone should be familiar with it, I usually use it to process aquatic ingredients." ”

"As for this......

His hand reached for the black clay pot on the side of the box.

Then, the hostess was a little confused, and was stuffed into a clay pot in her arms, only to hear the young man say to her: "You smell it." ”

"Smell?"

Carefully, the seemingly fragile clay pot was put back on the cooking table, and Chiyo Aichi lifted the lid, and in an instant, her whole face froze, but her shoulders stretched desperately, and she looked like she was fascinated by the wings that wanted to fly.

Not long after, the hostess woke up and immediately made a big red face.

The lid of the clay pot had been closed, and she reluctantly looked away, took a breath at the camera equipment that was closer, and said, "Noodles!"

"Noodles?!"

The stadium echoes the word.

"In a jar...... It seemed to be filled with a kind of noodles, and I smelled the rich fermented taste. The hostess frowned slightly.

Suddenly, many professional chefs who are accomplished in the field of pastry have a flash of inspiration in their minds.

Counter 2.

Li Han turned his head to look at Lan Chuhan, lowered his head and asked, "Chef Lan, could it be an old noodle?"

"Well, nine times out of ten it's flour fat, otherwise it doesn't make much sense to prepare the dough in advance. Lan Chuhan's expression was faint, but she looked at Xia Yu's knife and then at the black clay pot.

A kitchen blade that specializes in handling aquatic products, and a jar for storing flour fertilizer......

A few days before the contact, there was a lot of uproar, there was news about the two fish markets, Lan Chuhan whispered to himself: "Seafood noodles, seafood dumplings?...... Well, it's possible to siu mai and steamed buns! There are too many pasta dishes to make!"

"That's it!"

At this time, Furukawa Shinichiro, who served as the master of ceremonies, took the stage, stood next to the golden gong rack, personally held a mallet wrapped in red cloth, and struck: "15 minutes later, the cooking session will officially begin, and now the staff of the logistics department will be asked to carry the ingredients brought by the contestants to the stage!"

Three teams of carriers took the stage, each with something strange to say.

The first team, a large freezer was brought in by car, and boom, the sound of the car crossing the field was heard.

"Can you take a look?"

When the freezer was moved and set up, another hostess, Yuki Watanabe, stepped forward and asked.

"No problem!"

Tang Yuqiong nodded very happily, took a step forward, and opened the freezer door as if opening the door, so an iceberg inside was exposed to the camera, making the competition hall dead again.

Before the audience could digest it, there was a duck chirp.

The second team carried a live duck with bound feet in each hand, and these ducks were still in good spirits and croaking.

"Dirt, ducks?"

A large area of the auditorium was petrified.

"What's in those bags?" said the professional, who was concerned about the duck transporter, on a large cart, several bags of materials were stacked on top of each other.

Moreover, the second cart came immediately after and unloaded 5 large jars of wine to the No. 2 cooking table where Li Han and Lan Chuhan were.

The wine is dressed in a vermilion-glazed ceramic jar, sealed with red rope, and a piece of red paper is pasted on the front of the jar, which is written in square Chinese characters:

Luzhou Laojiao.

Not to mention this eye-catching hard advertisement, the combination of ingredients at the No. 2 cooking table not only confused the general audience, but also a group of professionals in the guest seat were also whispering and discussing with others.

"Duck, what is the combination of old cellar wine? Drunken duck?"

Karl Sage of IGO, talking to himself.

"Master Yan, you already have a grasp of the recipes of these three combinations, right?" Nagi Sen Saemon turned his head slightly and asked Yan Qi on the right side.

Yan Qi is the owner of the eight-sided building, the title of the owner of the Yan building, is a special name for people in the industry, from the details of the title of the commander of the far moon, you can know that Xianzaemon has dealt with Yan Qi, I am afraid that he went to the mainland to experience when he was young.

"It's hard to say!"

Hearing this, Yan Qi shook his head and said: "The No. 1 cooking table, the main preparation is old noodles, and there has been a white case in the pastry field since ancient times, which is complex and vast!"

"And the No. 2 counter ......"

He lifted his finger to go.

"Have you noticed the bags stacked on the second cart? looking at the amount of material that has been prepared, it must be a serious amount of material, and the key to solving the puzzle is probably here!"

Karl and Senzaemon immediately looked away, and they were all curious about the colorless, labelless bag:

What is it?

"Sure enough, I'm well prepared!"

"It's the final!"

On the mountain platform of the "Autumn Leaf Hunting Conference" in the far moon, a group of students are also talking to each other.

"Maki, do you know what the wooden box next to Lecturer Xia is?" Kohei scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, and finally couldn't help but ask the black-haired girl sitting in the first place, "I'm sure that there are ingredients hidden in the box!"

"Wooden box!"

The sound of discussion disappeared, and the students stared at the wooden box with the relief in the picture, also very curious.

"Bell!"

At this time, a clear golden gong sounded on the TV.

"The sword battle with the theme of "Pick-up and Ferry" has officially begun, and the cooking is over in 2 hours, so please hurry up and devote yourself to a classic culinary showdown!" said Shinichiro Furukawa, who wore a kimono.

"Start—"

Syllable!

Zhu Qing gave an encouraging look, and raised his white palm, Xia Yu also raised his hand, and high-fived her, his eyes were quiet and said, "Just divide labor according to the practice of the past few days!"

"I know!"

With a slight bow, Zhu Qing turned his back and lifted a small vegetable basket on the floor.

Carrots, diced.

Spinach, bunches cut into sections.

Zhu Qing's cooking style is just like her temperament, straightforward and crisp, she brought two presses, mixed a little water, and beat carrots and spinach into green and vermilion vegetable juice respectively.

After that, the machine is cleaned, and then black sesame seeds are mixed with water to make a more viscous black sesame paste.

Xia Yu, on the other hand, picked up a small bag of flour and poured it on the kitchen counter that had just been carefully cleaned, immediately lit the fire, put water in a small pot on the stove and boiled it, and stopped the fire when the water was slightly warm.

"Click!"

Then, he lifted the lid and reached into the black clay pot, so Xia Yu grabbed a small ball of soft and hard "old noodles".

The camera zooms in on what he's doing.

Swish.

Nagi Senzaemon's pupils shrank suddenly, and he inhaled, "That was ...... just now"

He looked directly at the No. 1 cooking station, which was relatively close, not the broadcast screen above the competition hall.

It's not an illusion, when the "old face" comes out of the altar, it has a dazzling brilliance.

But this light is only a moment of brilliance, and the audience watching the screen must have thought that it was the lighting effect of the competition hall, and they didn't pay much attention to it, only a group of professionals in the guest seat didn't look right, and their eyes were full of surprise.