Murphy nodded, "Yes, I decided!"

"You think about the consequences, if you lose the game......"

"Deduct all your earnings, I know!"

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"It's hard for you to win without my help. ”

"System!" Murphy called it a rare system, "You have helped me a lot, this time I want to try it myself, whether I lose or win, I will push my limits!"

The system was silent for a moment, and then a cold voice rang out again.

"Alright then, the system respects the host's choice, good luck!"

When Murphy opened his eyes, a trace of confusion was gone, but there was a burning fire - the desire to make the ultimate dish, the desire to win!

He stood up and steadily walked to the operating table, and the calm and calmness attracted everyone's attention again.

"Look, Murphy is back!"

"He has a new idea so soon?"

"I suddenly felt that Murphy was ...... He...... He's imposing!"

Seeing Mo Fei's gaze, Zhu Yanming let out a "ah", and several extremely thin wisps of air flew out behind him and enveloped him, and the air flow slid past Mo Fei's side, but he could no longer weave a network to control his spirit.

Zhu Yanming was a little surprised, his hands trembled, and he cut a piece of shrimp thickly.

"Damn!"

He threw away the thickly chopped shrimp slices and retracted all his thoughts, ignoring Murphy. He knew that if he divided his energy again, although he could deal with Mo Fei, the guy named Gucci was not a vegetarian, and he might be reaped by others at that time.

Mo Fei casually brushed away the air currents around him and put all his body and mind on the dishes he was going to make.

He first peels off the shrimp skin, cuts off the shrimp head, and boils shrimp oil with the shrimp skin and shrimp head, although there is nothing new in doing so, but it is necessary to use the umami of the shrimp to enhance the taste of the dish.

While boiling shrimp oil, he took a steamer, poured water, cut the ham into small cubes and stewed it in the pot.

When the shrimp oil is boiled, the water in the pot is also hot, and even the shrimp head and shrimp skin are not picked out, but poured directly into the pot.

"Nourishing ......"

When the hot oil meets the water, it makes a sizzling sound, and layers of white smoke rise, and the fragrance wafts out.

Take a grate, covered with a layer of damp fine white cloth, pour the overnight rice over it, and steam it on high heat.

On the comment table, Su Muge was dazzled, each chef has a unique and wonderful approach, busy but not chaotic, and organized.

"Master Yan, today is really an eye-opener, a bowl of rice can make such a complex dish!"

Yan Cuishan drank Pu'er tea, smacking, I don't know if he was tasting the astringent aroma of the tea, or drinking it with the fragrance wafting in the air.

Putting down the small teacup, he said with a smile: "Rice has a faint sweet fragrance, which can be matched with many dishes, stir-fried, burned, stewed, brewed, and soaked......

"Our Chinese cuisine pays attention to change, even if you use a bowl of rice to make a dish, you can also match different flavors and transform colorful dishes. So, don't underestimate this bowl of rice, know that in the past, all dishes were served for rice......"

"Is that what you call 'back to basics'?"

"Well, the rice is the ultimate, a grain of rice can hold a thousand flavors, savor it, and all surrender to the fragrance of rice, who can do this step, is the real return to the basics!"

After listening to Yan Cuishan's words, there was an exclamation in the stands, no one could have imagined that the ordinary rice used to satisfy the stomach every day, as well as these exquisite, so many practices.

In front of the computer, Wang Xiaopang listened to Yan Cuishan's words, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and was about to wipe it on Zhang Yang's clothes, Zhang Yang hurriedly hid to the side.

"Fatty, stop me!"

Wang Xiaopang smiled: "Brother, you're all up, go to the kitchen to find some rice and make an egg fried rice." ”

"Look at your little bit of caution! Didn't you just eat!"

"Hey, I'm hungry again. ”

Zhang Yang looked at him with disgust, "Get out of the way, you won't even be able to walk if you eat again." ”

"Okay, then brother will lie down and eat in the future. ”

Wang Xiaopang looked loveless, lying on the sofa, "Quick, I want fried rice!"

Zhang Yang walked to the door and stood down again, "Get up, I heard your grandfather's footsteps." ”

Wang Xiaopang sat up at a speed, and the speed of his movements was surprising how he did it, staring at his little eyes and whispering, "Is it really here?"

Time was passing quickly, half an hour passed, Zhu Yanming washed his hands several times, and put a large plate and a small basin in front of the judges.

"What? Is he ready?"

"This speed is definitely a champion!"

"There are 2 extra points! Champion! Champion!"

……

Zhu Yanming's fans were in high spirits, and even shouted "champion" rhythmically.

He turned back with a smile on his face and slowly pressed his hands down against the stands, and the fans gradually lowered their pitches to the rhythm of his hands falling until they fell silent.

This scene, in the eyes of the audience, was like magic, making Zhu Yanming in the center of the arena even taller, and even looking at the faint aura behind him.

"It's so glaring!" exclaimed one viewer exaggeratedly.

Zhu Yanming nodded to the audience and turned around gracefully, just like the teacher in the classroom, the director of the filming, the conductor of the symphony orchestra, and the priest in the church, completely controlling the situation on the field.

"Judges, my dish is ready!"

He uncovered the plate, which contained very thin slices of shrimp and ham, and opened the small basin, which was the same bowl of overnight rice, still steaming.

"Do you make sushi?" asked Mayor Chen, the presiding judge.

Zhu Yanming replied with a smile: "Yes, it's called [Magic Sushi]." ”

"But it's not magical at all, it seems to be a half-finished product. Mayor Chen asked rhetorically.

"In Neon China, the top sushi is freshly made and eaten, and it tastes better. ”

As he spoke, he quickly pinched out a shrimp sushi and handed it to Mayor Chen, "Please taste it!"

Mayor Chen took it, dipped it in mustard juice, put it in his mouth suspiciously, and bit it down.

The thin shrimp melts immediately in the mouth, and the rice is as soft and hard as the body temperature, and the taste is only indescribably warm in the mouth.

After a few bites, the freshness of the seafood, the moistness of the fat, the sweetness of the rice, the fragrance of the mixture, and of course, the spicy mustard juice are indispensable, and it really has a magical texture and taste.

After eating the shrimp sushi, Zhu Yanming immediately handed over the ham sushi, the ham slices were boiled in boiling water and became more bright red, and the outer circle was a layer of white fat, which looked as beautiful as a pattern.

Limited to the ingredients, the ham meat is not the top ham, but the taste is still great, the ham absorbs a layer of water, becomes soft and salty, and is intertwined with the rice, and the fat and saltiness of the ham penetrate into the surface of the rice grains, which is a unique enjoyment.

The key is that Zhu Yanming's hand speed is extremely fast, and he has completely kept up with the speed of the judges. After experiencing the plump and fresh aroma of shrimp sushi, the judges immediately tasted the salty aroma of ham sushi, with a double taste and four or five flavors intertwined, which is really a well-deserved [magic sushi].

"Very good!" Mayor Chen exclaimed.

"Well, it's on par with what I've eaten in Neon Country. Xi Mengyao commented.

"If you want to find faults, in addition to the ingredients provided by the organizers, it really ...... Impeccable!" replied the harsh gourmand Wu Qing.

"I have a question, there's one ingredient you didn't use. Professor Kong Fan said.