Italian pasta sounds very emotional, but it is actually lo mein. In Huaxia, it is a renovation of tricks, what spring vegetables, autumn potatoes, eggplant, beasts in the mountains, geese in the clouds, land cattle and sheep in the sea, there is nothing that can not be put into the noodles, the gentlemen of the imperial city are especially good at this, get a bowl of noodles, pour the brine up, squat at the door of the house, grab a person and be excited, this is called a comfortable, happy, down-to-earth child

Especially in the past two years, an up-and-coming genius master in the cross talk industry has carried forward the old foods such as lo noodles and fried noodles. This person's surname is Guo, because he often compares himself to the bright moonlight in the sky, so he is called Guo Yueguang, he is a very good character, he can speak cross talk and film, and he can't open a restaurant, so famous that Zhou Yi has heard his name in Tang Bao's mouth. Tang Bao also said that if Zhou Yi has time to go to Kyoto again, he will take him to 'Guo Family Cuisine' to try it, especially Guo Family Cuisine's master and wife who can't let go of lo mein.

This is all far away, somehow, Zhou Yi heard Louie say that he wanted to make Italian macaroni, and he thought of this piece, this is really the era of thinking jumping, the literary world calls this 'stream of consciousness', regardless of whether it really understands or not, it can bluff people.

In short, this macaroni is the recipe that the Italian Marco Polo brought back to Italy after eating lo mein in China. Italy was poor at that time, and could not afford to cook noodles, so they dug out their hearts to create hollow noodles, so pasta is also called macaroni; I don't want this time noodles are easier to taste, and then after a certain improvement, it has become the signature rice of Italians, and the French and Italians are good children and foodies who love peace and advocate art. Counting up to the children's family, plus in recent years, French cuisine has taken advantage of the trend of red wine to stand in the forest of foodies in the world. More and more developed and compatible with European dishes, so this Italian pasta has become a part of French cuisine. Louis compares it to it, but no one can find fault with it.

Now that Louis is fighting against the water, the honor of the entire French food industry and the face of the French chef are on his back, so he naturally does not dare to slack off, and the solution of the whole body is used.

His macaroni is also different, Italian macaroni was born from Chinese lo mein. Of course, it is like playing lo mein, which can be freely matched. The sauces used can be meat, fish, all kinds of seafood side dishes are more diverse, tomatoes and onions are necessary, and bean sprouts are up to you.

But Louis was different, using more than ordinary meat and side dishes. Instead, use expensive foie gras for the sauce!

Foie gras and black truffles were Louis's favourites of Gallic chickens, while the most ordinary dishes made with the most expensive ingredients were Louis' favourites. Don't think that anyone can play with this kind of top-quality ingredient, foie gras is a good thing, but who would dare to use it with macaroni except for a top chef like Louie? This thing is very difficult to handle, on the hot macaroni, to retain the original flavor will inevitably have a fishy smell, but it can be suppressed with accessories. But that would spoil the foie gras.

This is only in terms of taste, foie gras sauce is placed on the noodles, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bunch of rice fields, the French are not old Russian hairies, as long as there is vodka and anything, you can eat, it is also a group of foodies who pay attention to color, fragrance and taste. If Louis doesn't handle it well, he will smash his own signboard in public, obviously he, like Zhou Yi, is also extremely confident in his knife skills. Not afraid of the fishy smell of foie gras.

After looking at Louie's knife technique, Zhou Yi also nodded. This product really shouldn't win any silver spoon award, but the silver knife and gold knife award, he used a light kitchen knife with three fingers on the blade and two fingers wide on the knife head. Zhou Yi didn't even need to walk over to see it, as soon as he heard it, he knew that he was clever in handling foie gras, and he probably had his own eight successes.

When stir-frying the sauce with foie gras, Louis used olive oil, which is notoriously tasteless, which in turn means that it does not affect the taste of the food, and with some black pepper and his specially adjusted sauce, the aroma of the pot is so pure that the five judges nodded slightly.

Once the sauce is ready, it's time to do it, and usually the chef will do it when the water is not boiling, so that the noodles are not too hard and the soup is not washed up by the boiling water, making it too sticky to eat.

Louie, on the other hand, waited for the water to boil completely, then shook off a ball of macaroni and threw it into the pot like a net, and before the boiling water could wash up the soup, he quickly picked up a pair of long chopsticks, reached into the pot and stirred clockwise.

"The method of breaking water? This Louis knows a lot. ”

Zhou Yi was slightly stunned, watching Louie's hand holding chopsticks rise and fall, his wrist trembled, whether it was strength, speed, and frequency, he mastered it very skillfully, so that he used chopsticks to break the water, and the soup was still clear after the noodles were cooked, and the taste of the noodles was also the best.

Cooking noodles is not a lump soup, not to mention fishing noodles and leaves, pay attention to the more chaotic the better, there used to be a glutton who can eat, in order to eat morning soup noodles, that is, the first bowl of noodles cooked after the pot is boiled, at the expense of the rooster crowing, brave the rain to rush, this is the reason.

Noodles are noodles, soup is soup, and they are clean and innocent, which is good noodles. Especially pasta, heavy noodles are not heavy soup, it is even more necessary to uphold this rule, it seems that Louie is really a master of this way, and his mastery of pasta is already perfect, and he can't handle this product without revealing his true skills.

"Good noodles, it must be ten!"

The carefully matched foie gras sauce is mixed with the noodles with just the right heat, and sure enough, the taste is unique, and the delicate and mellow foie gras flavor immediately slides into the heart as soon as you enter it, and even a picky eater like He Maniac eats it with relish, and it hits ten points.

Only Sam frowned and gave a score of nine.

Uncle Sam has no conscience, judging from the taste of the Americans, this noodle is delicious, but the taste is lighter, and it is more focused on foie gras, and there is an attempt to dominate the crowd, he hesitated for a moment, and finally scored what he thought was a more reasonable score.

It's Zhou Yi's turn.

Everyone's eyes instantly turned to this young Chinese man, the five judges on the stage are from the United States, Africa, Europe, Asia and Australia, and at least three of them have Western tastes. Pasta is deeply rooted in its heart, so if Zhou Yi uses Chinese pasta to compete. There are innate deficiencies.

And the more talented and knowledgeable the chef, the less likely he is to avoid his opponents. Since Louie made noodles, if Zhou Yi chose other pasta, he would be inferior, and even if he won in the end, it would not be perfect, so he would definitely choose to make noodles. But Huaxia's noodles pay attention to soup first, if you have a pot of fairy soup, even the lower noodles can smell off people's tongues. But if there is no good soup, no matter how good the noodles are, how can this be broken? Could it be that this young Chinese man also wants to make lo mein, pasta, Spanish seafood noodles or something?

"Zhou Yi, although you are from Huaxia. It can also be used as Western-style noodles, and there is no prohibition on this. ”

Zhang Huawen frowned and reminded Zhou Yi. He Wenxiu in the audience also frowned, wondering if he should remind Zhou Yi to make the satay fried noodles last time? Not to mention anything else, he could let Louie drink a pot of harmony. Zhou Yi's sister and mother are a little worried, especially Zhou Jingjing, who has opened a restaurant in Paris for so long, of course she knows how powerful Louis is. also knows that pasta is Louie's killer weapon, but I'm afraid that my brother won't be able to beat him.

Liu Wu smiled and looked at the man on the stage, from that moonlit night, step by step with this man, she knew that there was no miracle that this man could not create. Louis is nothing at all, but what makes her most entangled is that a top chef like Louie is nothing in front of Zhou Yi

The most immeasurable is fate, so fate is the most terrible. What if the dearest person always makes himself feel immeasurable?

Women are willing to lean into the warm harbor of men because they are inherently weak. Even those strong women, they are still the same in their bones.

The weak, the woman, because she is weak, is more eager for security.

What is the definition of security?

It's familiarity, it's understanding. Women will always be amused by a good magician, but if there is a person who is always doing magic in life and reality, as deep as the immeasurable sea, will women still laugh all the time?

Perhaps this magician is very caring, very caring, very gentle, and even willing to take care of everything for her, but he is always as deep as the sea, so will a woman's heart be like a flat boat on the sea, even if it leaves traces of love, it is like carving a boat for a sword?

Liu Wu is a person who knows how to love. On that night, she and he carried the moonlight on their backs, and the scene of returning from the flea market was still vivid, and on that night, thunder and lightning were blowing, and she fell helplessly in his warm arms like a little fox in the middle of a robbery, as if it were yesterday.

She loved him, the most important man in her life.

But she was also more eager to know him, why did this man always make her feel like she was standing on a high place, standing in the clouds? he could make dishes that would amaze countless gourmets, he could make wine that would turn women into drunkards, he was a god, he made money faster than he could pick money, he

Why does the person he loves seem to have become illusory and not real enough? Liu Fu told himself again and again, don't think about it, he is real, he loves himself, takes care of himself, and even kisses himself on the cruise ship, and the kiss is still wet.

But can she not want to? She is a person who treats love carefully, not a heroine who wants to be a husband with a little white face. She couldn't do it, she couldn't think about it

That night's refusal actually represented her deepest love, her heart was still chaotic, and she still needed time to adjust before she could concentrate on loving him, Brother Zhou, can you understand me?

Looking at Zhou Yi who was smiling calmly on the stage and hiding a whole bamboo forest in his chest, Liu Wu seemed to have seen the result, but she couldn't see her own results.

Love, what are you, why are you so tormenting?

Others are laughing, and she is laughing, but there are tears hidden in the laughter. Ye Zi obediently got into her arms and whispered, "Auntie doesn't cry, Uncle Zhou will win." ”

The leaves are still too small.

***

The pasta chosen by Zhou Yi is indeed noodles, but it is a shocking oily noodles.

Hearing this decision, many people in Huaxia felt that their buttocks were itchy and hot, and they wanted to jump up all of a sudden and shout that you are crazy?

What is oily noodles? It is the most down-to-earth kind of coarse food. It's okay to entertain good brothers and buddies, but it's definitely not something on the table.

This stuff is special. It's not a heroic character, and you have to lie down in fright when you see it. Especially the southern brothers, who pay attention to fine food, can be full directly when they see this thing, and they don't need to eat it.

Think about it, in the majestic land of Sanqin, there is a group of impassioned and enthusiastic good men, holding a large black bowl with a diameter of half a meter. There are piles of noodles like small graves, and the noodles are wide, and they can be directly tied around the waist as a belt, and they can be picked out with chopsticks to draw people. There were piles of fresh vegetables of all colors, and the hot oil was poured over them, and the oil smoke was curling and curling

What kind of scene is this? The Chinese judges are just that, can buddies from the United States, Europe, Australia and Africa accept this? It's too abrupt, don't be too arrogant, right?

Why roll your eyes in anger. What kind of person is he? If it weren't for the sake of face, he would have gone to the Imperial City Nanshui Palace to be the head chef? This time he came to be a judge, and that was also Zhang Huawen's invitation with the face of the Chinese people, saying that we have to have a weighty character in Huaxia to press the scene, who will come out of the mountain if you don't go out of the mountain?

It's easy to pour around. It's just a mess, you take everything out? The thick oily noodles are also coarse farmhouse food, and you can't suppress the macaroni concocted by foie gras even if you do it, which is a big loss from the ingredients, not to mention the old Maozi judges, can they recognize you for this thing?

If you lose, pat your ass and leave, my old man can't hang up, can we Huaxia people lose. No!

Rotten wood can't be carved, I'm angry with my old man!

Now he was angry when he thought of Cao Lang's words, he was still a genius? Not calm enough! He didn't want to think about his dress, like a mobile food exhibition

Zhou Yi took a firm position, completely ignoring the opposition of the group of people led by Zhang Huawen, and asked the organizing committee for a large iron pot, looking at the size of the marching pot, and asked for a pound of white noodles, a pound of millet noodles, and a pound of cornmeal.

Everything is ready-made, but old soybean oil is not easy to find. Not to mention in an old bourgeois~ class country like France, even in China, now I have to thank Uncle Mi for his care, so that the poor people can drink the soybean salad oil of the genetically modified, and it is really difficult to touch some old soybean oil.

Fortunately, the Huaxia Catering Association has great powers, and it took half an hour to find it, and the rest of the things are just as much.

Zhou Yi nodded, put the cauldron on the fire, poured water into it and boiled it, and began to liven up the noodles, three catties of noodles were spread out like cement, watered a little bit, and kneaded vigorously, until the kneading basin was jamming, so that several judges couldn't help but want to jump up and help him pour water, then add water, and then knead again, kneading the workbench trembling, making a sore tooth squeak, and then adding some water to see that everyone's throat and eyes were dry, and they all doubted that they were not in the desert, as for being so economical?

"Stinky boy, knead such hard noodles, is this going to make noodles or beating people?

Why mutter. There are also big people from Sanqin in the Nanshui Palace of the Imperial City, just like this, he hasn't done it before, he knows that this oily noodles have to be hard, but I've never seen such a hard one, and it won't become a stone egg when I take it out later?

Zhou Yi didn't explain, the whole three catties of miscellaneous noodles were kneaded into a dough, and only two bowls of water were used, and the bottom of the basin was poured and swallowed on the table, and there was a faint sound of gold and stone resonating!

It's that people feel that this dough of noodles is a waste, and they still make noodles, and it's almost the same as using them to build a house. But Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and pulled it, and he pulled out a face, and he didn't know why it kept and lingering, and it was getting longer and longer, and when he put it on his wrist, it was like an old lady wrapping wool, and it was rolled up layer by layer, this side was hard enough, naturally it would not stick, and it was layered on the wrist.

This noodle is indeed hard enough, that is, he has been a white case for a lifetime, and he also rests and pulls it into noodles, but Zhou Yi is different, under the operation of internal qi, let alone noodles, if he rivets it, the stone can be drawn into a line, and nothing is impossible under the absolute power, and under his vigorous kneading, the density of the noodles has undergone a subtle change, and the toughness is amazing.

He Madman has opened his eyes, this kid is even crazier than himself, and he doesn't know what kind of thing he made of his hands, but he pulled a ball of stone noodles out of the shape, and saw that the dough formed by the three catties of hybrid noodles was pulled into a plate, and the noodles that were a little longer slipped into the pot that had been boiled, and the old man's eyes were wider than the donkey's eggs.

Picking up the long chopsticks, Zhou Yi also used the water breaking method, his wrist didn't move much, the chopsticks were buzzing and rotating, like a small motor installed in the back, seeing that the noodles were rolling three times in the water, and they were not yet ripe, Zhou Yi picked up the big bowl with a diameter of half a meter with one hand, and stirred the noodles with chopsticks with the other.

"Tsu!"

It looks like a ribbon in the air, and like a ribbon waving in the hands of a Lori player playing gymnastics, and the half-cooked noodles that are several meters long are thrown in a wonderful arc in the air, and they fall exactly into the bowl. I don't know what technique Zhou Yi used, this side is coiled, like a python sticking out its tongue, and it is faintly alive.

After getting eight kinds of dishes such as bean sprouts and green bean mouths, I took the No. 1 small iron pot and poured in most of the old soybean oil, and boiled it so hard until a large stream of green smoke came out of the oil surface, and then it was poured on the noodles with the thick smoke of the world.

"Zila"

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