Seeing that Wu Xiujun took the lead in choosing the ingredients, the cripple Chen was stunned, and after seeing all the ingredients he selected, he was shocked: pork belly, Pixian bean paste, green and red peppers, garlic sprouts......

These are all ingredients for back to the pot, does he Wu Xiujun want to make his best dish?

"That's kind of interesting!" Cripple Chen thought to himself, "So, I don't care if you give up on yourself or don't do your best, I'm going to teach you how to make authentic back pot meat!"

Next, Cripple Chen chose the same ingredients as Wu Xiujun.

"Back to the pot meat! Both of them are going to make back to the pot meat!" someone on the sidelines couldn't hold back and exclaimed in a low voice.

"Hey, that's interesting!"

"Back to the pot meat is the famous work of Cripple Chen, I said Wu Xiujun's head show is funny, right?!"

"Oh, look!" a voice next to him almost shouted, "That Mo Fei also chose the ingredients for the pot meat!"

Just when Wu Xiujun and Cripple Chen attracted a lot of attention, Mo Fei also walked to the ingredients area at some point and took back the ingredients of the pot meat.

Crash......

There was a stir at the scene!

There was a rare scene at the meeting: there were three chefs who chose to cook the same dish. Moreover, these three are also strong contenders for this year's Kuding Star.

Si Chen looked at Situ Yu, his eyes full of admiration. On the way back from Le Shifang last night, Situ Yu asked Si Chen to call the cripple Chen and ask him to come to the Ding meeting. Si Chen was very puzzled, the cripple Chen refused to compete, how could he agree again. Situ Yu asked him to tell the cripple Chen: Do you want to compete with a quasi-star chef?

With just one sentence, Xishu's "lame chef" booked a plane ticket in the middle of the night and hurried to the Kuding Club. In a hurry, he forgot to bring a cigarette, and took out half of the cigarette butt from the snakeskin bag, but there was no fire, and he scolded his mother in a hurry.

"It's really going to be a good show!" someone said with a smile.

"The tip of the needle is against Maimang, no one will let anyone, it's really fun. ”

"But I'm still optimistic about the cripple Chen, he is the lame chef king of Xishu, how can he lose on the back pot meat. ”

"Not necessarily, you also saw Mo Fei's performance yesterday, since he dared to choose back the pot meat, he must have a bottom in his heart!"

"You see, Wu Xiujun is also full of confidence, and the outcome between the three of them is unpredictable!"

"Well, the three of them all chose to make back to the pot meat, I don't know what that Zhang Yunpeng chosen. ”

As soon as someone reminded them, everyone looked at Zhang Yunpeng. However, in their eyes, this Zhang Yunpeng designated the role of "accompanying the prince to study", and it is impossible to win unless the sun comes out of the west.

At this time, Zhang Yunpeng also walked to the ingredient selection area, looked left and right, and walked back and forth a few times, but he still couldn't make up his mind. Someone in the audience couldn't help it, and the voice was low at first, and then the voice gradually became louder: "Back to the pot meat! Back to the pot meat......

Zhang Yunpeng obviously heard it, paced to the side of the pork belly, and hesitated when he wanted to stretch out his hand. It can be seen that he is very contradictory: making back pot meat is not his specialty, if he chooses rashly, he is likely to lose, but if he doesn't choose, it seems that he can't get over face.

He's a bit of a hard rider.

Si Chen stood up and motioned for everyone to be quiet, and the shouting at the venue stopped. At this moment, the venue was extremely quiet, and dropping a needle could shake people's ears, so Zhang Yunpeng's heavy panting sound was transmitted to everyone's ears.

As if having made up his mind, he abandoned the pork belly and left, took some spring bamboo shoots and a piece of bacon, and prepared to make one of his best home-cooked dishes - fried bamboo shoots with bacon.

"Alas......" There was a regretful voice in the audience.

Zhang Yunpeng has not lost his mind and gone crazy, he knows his catties, in his opinion, choosing to return to the pot will definitely make the atmosphere more enthusiastic, but it will also be a failure. He is not Wu Xiujun, Wu Xiujun can play tickets, can be popular on Weibo, and even open a live broadcast with groups of girls to brush gifts. He Zhang Yunpeng can't afford to play.

Zhang Yunpeng can get to where he is today, his talent is important, but his prudence and caution are the ladder of his success. Take his challenge to Murphy as an example, this is a note that took a long time to think about last night. Mo Fei is favored by Situ Yu, anyone can see it, challenge him, if he wins, he will definitely be famous all over the world, if he loses, he will not lose anything, and he may be more concerned than now.

In front of the Wu brothers and sisters, he showed great hatred for Mo Fei, but in fact he was just acting, what kind of grudge did he have against Mo Fei? Because only in this way could he show that he always and everywhere maintained the face of the Wu family brothers and sisters, so that with the help of the Wu family's rich resources in Shanghai, he could make himself stand out.

Who would have thought that this seemingly honest person would have such wishful thinking in his heart?

But heaven is not as good as people, how did he know that Wu Xiujun was not the kind of person with a small belly and chicken intestines he thought, after being defeated by Mo Fei, he had already befriended Mo Fei, and even had plans to cooperate.

Back to the pot meat, is a traditional Xishu home cooking, it is said that this dish was first called fried pig, after several improvements, it has the name and practice today. This dish is simple and easy to make, and it is the first choice for meals.

Back then, after the cripple Chen picked up the frying spoon, the first dish he learned was back to the pot meat. Practice cutting piers first, and then watch the master stir-fry after proficiency, although others are not good-looking, but they are better at ingenuity, learn the same, and finally be able to blanch pork belly after three months.

It was only about a year later that Chen's master allowed him to stir-fry the meat on the stove. It can be said that this is his natal dish, the dish that he has learned the longest, and it is also a dish that he can achieve 100% completion with his eyes closed. In the competition between the same level, he has absolute certainty that he will win the battle when it comes to this pot meat alone.

It's not self-confidence, it's strength.

At this moment, the cripple Chen thought it was very funny, Wu Xiujun chose the pot meat with all his might, and Mo Fei also chose this kid, isn't this hitting the stone with an egg? I guess you'll learn a lot from this lesson.

The fire rises and the water ripples.

A whole piece of pork belly was thrown into the air by Cripple Chen, he closed his eyes and concentrated, and when the pork belly fell to the top of his head, a black iron knife in his hand came up from the bottom and made a "white rainbow through the sun".

Perhaps the blade was too fast, and everyone only felt a flash of black light, and the pork belly was broken in two and fell into the iron pot directly below. The meat fell into the pot, splashed a circle of water, and was about to disperse, but before they could get out of the range of the iron pot, they were collected by the cripple Chen with a knife, and they were all caught and returned to the iron pot.

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

From the cooking skills and momentum he showed, everyone knows that this game is bound to win the cripple Chen.

At this time, the crippled Chen had long since lost his usual obscene appearance, only to see that between the rising fires and steam, he seemed to be incarnated as the master of that side, majestically inspecting his territory.

The crowd's exclamations were followed by silence, as if they were shocked by his momentum.

Xishu is big, celebrity chefs gather, and the cripple Chen can make a name for himself, which shows his strength. Usually, everyone has seen Cripple Chen's cooking skills on the screen, and they can't feel anything across the screen, but when they are at the scene, they can feel the essence of Cripple Chen's cooking skills, the depth of kung fu, and the weight of domineering.

Bursts of knife shadows flashed, and ingredients such as green and red peppers, bullet peppers, and garlic sprouts were ready. When the pork belly was ready, he fished it out of the boiling water with his bare hands, and there was another exclamation from the audience.

Many people already expected that Wu Xiujun would lose very badly, even worse than yesterday's loss to Mo Fei - after all, it was a literary test, and today is a real cooking competition.

But there was another person with a calm expression, and his eyes burst out with a light of surprise, yes, it was Wu Yujun. She has never seen her brother's eyes so bright, and she has never seen her brother's movements so chic and coherent, even in the face of Xishu home-cooked meat that is not good at returning to the pot, her brother is still so calm and firm, without a trace of mud and water.

Wu Xiujun's opening can be said to be bland compared with the cripple Chen: there is no "white rainbow through the sun", there is no pork belly that happens to fly into the pot, and there is no show-off knife to catch water.

He took a knife and cut the meat, blanched it in a pot of cold water, and then began to cut the green and red peppers, garlic sprouts, and other ingredients, all meticulously and unusually.

However, there is something unusual in the ordinary, that is, the rhythm and rhythm contained in his movements. If you are a musician and see him in action, you will think that he is conducting an orchestra that is playing a "pastoral symphony". Pause, continuous, high, low...... He's the conductor!

Some people say that everything in the world can be attributed to mathematics, such as music, and the symbols and flowing rhythms are the reflection of the beauty of mathematics. In this way, cooking can also be attributed to mathematics, such as the weight of the ingredients, the size of the heat, the amount of seasoning, and the size and thickness of the cut vegetables...... All have the soul of mathematics.

In this sense, it makes sense to read music from cooking.

When Situ Yu and Si Chen saw this scene, they both nodded secretly. There are people who see the clues, and they are secretly surprised in their hearts. But most people don't understand music, so they can't appreciate the beauty of Wu Xiujun's rhythm.

The cripple Chen doesn't understand music theory, but he has advanced cooking skills, and after a few glances, he saw that something was wrong: "Ge Laozi, he has goods! Although Lao Tzu can't understand it, I'm going to break your game!"

Thinking of this, he had an idea, took out a whetstone, and began to sharpen his black knife. Suddenly, a noisy "edible and edible" sound sounded, trying to disrupt Wu Xiujun's rhythm.

Wu Xiujun was originally immersed in his own world, moving in an orderly manner according to the guidance of his heart, but unexpectedly, a noise came, his hand slowed down by half a beat, missing a "note", and the whole movement was chaotic, seeing that this quiet "Pastoral Symphony" was about to become a "Symphony of Chaos".

"Smack!" Suddenly, a green pepper flew onto Wu Xiujun's board, as if filling in the missing "note". After the green pepper was cut by the knife, his movements finally became smooth again.

At this time, Wu Xiujun's mind was clear for a while, and he finally reacted that it was the cripple Chen who disrupted his rhythm, and the green pepper that was thrown over returned to normal rhythm.

He glanced in the direction where the green pepper came from, and saw that Zhang Yunpeng was peeling spring bamboo shoots, and the bamboo shoots on the table were bacon, while Mo Fei was motionless, closing his eyes and recuperating, and there was only one red pepper left in front of him.

"Thank you Mo Fei!" Wu Xiujun knew it, and as soon as the steel knife in his hand was closed, there was a neat row of green pepper shreds on the knife surface. His hand shook, and the green pepper shreds flew to the board of Mo Fei five meters away, like soldiers in a queue, still neatly arranged.

Any chef who ranks at the 9th level of his profession must not only have a solid basic skill, but also have something outstanding! Wu Xiujun showed his hand, which caused applause from the audience.

"Ha, brother is awesome!" even Wu Yujun cheered for his brother.

The green pepper shreds flew to his desk, Mo Fei was unmoved, he was still there with his eyes closed, I don't know if he was asleep or thinking about something.

"Mo Fei, what the hell are you doing?" Wu Yujun's little brain was full of question marks