Situ Ma was a little dissatisfied when he heard this, and pouted and said, "Xuan Xuan, it's really a female university who doesn't stay, do you say that about your brother?"

He Xuanxuan glanced at him, walked up to Mo Fei, and whispered: "Don't compete with him, my cousin is used to using inferior tricks, and many people are fooled." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mo Fei thought for a while and said: "People must not be unfaithful, since they promised him, how can they change it at will." Besides, if I lose, you will be free, and I will not do what you want. ”

"But ......"

He Xuanxuan pursed his lips, two red clouds flew on his cheeks, and he silently said in his heart: "How do you know people's hearts......

Mo Fei didn't notice He Xuanxuan's unnatural look, and said softly: "You sit down and rest, I won't let you go easily." ”

Isn't it [Pang Lin Xian], my brother is a person with his own system, and I'm afraid that you won't succeed! In his mind, Mo Fei gave the system an instruction - open the [Dream Kitchen Space].

In the small [Dream Kitchen Space], there are winter bamboo shoots, bamboo sunflowers, chicken fir mushrooms and flying dragons (hazel chicken) on the operating table—this is Mo Fei's conjugation based on Situ Ma's ingredients.

Although he knew how to do it, he had enough time to try it in the [Dream Kitchen Space].

With the heavy [Wuyue Knife] in hand, the flying dragon was quickly chopped into several pieces, and after flying in the water, it was fried with the chicken fir mushroom. Then pour water and put in the winter bamboo shoots, simmer for 15 minutes, then add the bamboo sun, and simmer for about 5 minutes.

He referred to the method of [Stir-fried Chicken with Chili], and after he improved it slightly, he used it to try to make [Pang Lin Xian].

The first time he tried it, Mo Fei didn't have much hope, he tasted it after coming out of the pot, and it tasted pretty good, much better than [Fried Chicken with Chili]. It's not top-notch in other restaurants, and it's not much worse.

But Murphy wasn't satisfied. With this method, the flavor is too thick and heavy, and instead it spoils the four extremely fresh ingredients.

Undeterred, Murphy made a second attempt.

This time, he changed the method, the flying dragon no longer chopped pieces, but stewed the whole one in a pressure cooker, stewed the broth, and then used the soup to cook winter bamboo shoots, chicken fir mushrooms and bamboo sunflowers, and finally tore off a little shredded meat of the flying dragon and put it in the soup to enhance the flavor.

This is the method of [boiling chicken soup], without the use of oil, the taste of the flying dragon is revealed, and it is extremely delicious to drink.

Murphy was still not satisfied. Although the taste of this dish is beautiful, it does not have the freshness to the bone marrow that he expected, and the four ingredients are all won by freshness, and they are stewed together, but they lose their original freshness, and the taste is a little nondescript.

He knew that with such a taste, he would definitely lose to Situ Ma.

"No! I'm going to try again!"

Next, Mo Fei tried three more times in a row, and each time there were many flaws, but the taste improved each time. After the fifth attempt, he sat down on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Outside the [Dream Kitchen Space], Mo Fei sat on a chair, with his hand on his cheek, his expression was blank, and it had lasted for seven or eight minutes.

In the kitchen, Situ Ma had already packed up the ingredients and began to stew the flying dragon, skimming off the foam while stewing. Looking at his skillful movements, you can know that this dish is already cooked in the chest.

He secretly saw Mo Fei's appearance and smiled faintly, "Self-righteous guys always have to suffer a little bit of setbacks to grow up." I really don't know how you won Xuan Xuan in the first place. ”

In the eyes of He Xuanxuan, Yu Xiaoyu, Chu Luo and the customers in the store, Boss Mo seems to have encountered an unprecedented problem.

Especially He Xuanxuan, she knows the difficulty of this dish very well, most people have never heard of [Pang Lin Xian], even if she has heard of it, who can really make it.

She couldn't help but be a little angry, "Nasty cousin, it's always so annoying, can you take care of my business?"

"What's wrong with Boss Mo, it seems that he doesn't know how to cook this dish. "Some of the customers are cautious.

"Yes, have you ever heard of [Pang Lin Xian]?" asked the person next to him.

"No, it's the first time I've heard of it. ”

Xiao Yan pushed Yan Cuishan, "Elder Yan, what did they say, have you ever eaten [Pang Lin Xian], how does it taste?"

Yan Cuishan pushed his glasses and said with a smile: "This dish is beautiful and beautiful, it has the interest of the mountains and wilderness, and the style is elegant, ordinary people can't eat it. ”

"Well, I think it's a bit tricky, isn't it just stewed bamboo shoots. Xiao Yan said nonchalantly.

Yan Cuishan shook his head, "It's not that simple, the old man of the Situ family has a habit of collecting ancient recipes and bringing forth the new, this dish has never been circulated in the world, if you are lucky enough to taste it for a while, you won't say that." ”

Xiao Yan asked suspiciously: "Situ family, which Situ family?"

"There are a few Situ families in the capital, of course they are star chef families!" Yan Cuishan replied.

Xiao Yan was stunned, "Could it be Situ Yu's family?!"

Yan Cuishan quietly pointed at Situ Ma and said, "This is Situ Yu's grandson, called Situ Ma." ”

Xiao Yan had an unbelievable expression on his face, Situ Yu became famous in the Three Kingdoms One-Star Master Food Competition, and defeated four one-star chefs in Neon Country and Stick Country in a row, and the star rating was directly promoted from one star to three stars, and his reputation resounded throughout the land of China.

"Oh! Old Yan, Boss Mo is in danger!"

In the [Dream Kitchen Space], Mo Fei opened his eyes, he stood up and walked to the operating table, and began the sixth trial.

The flying dragon takes off the bones, throws the bones into the mountain spring water to boil the bone broth, and slices all the meat off into small pieces for later use. Then turn on the fire to fry the chicken fir mushrooms, and strain out the chicken fir oil.

Take a handful of dried bamboo leaves, light them and put the winter bamboo shoots into them, and slightly grill them to evaporate the water in the bamboo shoots to retain the umami.

He peeled off the swarthy bamboo shoots, which were slightly soft and wilted, indicating that the water had partially evaporated. Wash the bamboo shoots and cut them into cubes, fry them in chicken fir oil for a while, and then serve.

Half an hour later, the chicken bone broth was ready. Mo Fei conjured up a piece of verdant bamboo, poured the bone broth into the bamboo tube, and put the winter bamboo shoots, bamboo sunflowers, and flying dragon meat into them respectively, sealed the mouth, and put them in the pot to steam.

Soon, the steam filled the air, and the fragrance of bamboo wafted out, and Mo Fei turned off the fire. After simmering for another five minutes, he took out the bamboo tube, opened the seal, and accumulated the fragrance for more than half an hour, and suddenly rushed out of the seal, and instantly swept the dream kitchen space.

"It smells so good!"

Mo Fei took a deep breath, saliva flowed out of his mouth, his stomach began to cramp, and his whole person was ready to move, wanting to taste the taste of [Pang Lin Xian] quickly.

Taking a deep breath, pour the food in the bamboo tube into the small porcelain basin, only to see that the soup is light yellow, which is integrated with the essence of the ingredients, which is both clear and slightly viscous, and the aroma is pleasant.

The bamboo shoots have absorbed enough water and become fat, yellow and tender, as if they will break when they are poked; there are a few pieces of bamboo sunflower floating on the soup noodles, still white as jade, which is very lovely; and the dragon meat sinks to the bottom of the basin, quietly waiting for the gourmets to scoop them up.

This smell, this smell, Mo Fei has not tasted it, and his heart is already a little drunk.

In the Le Food Workshop, Chu Luo and Yu Xiaoyu were scratching their ears and cheeks anxiously, wanting to comfort and comfort the boss, but they were afraid of disturbing him, and they didn't know what to do, Mo Fei suddenly stood up.

They couldn't see Mo Fei's eyes in the back, but seeing his firm and confident temperament and pace, both of them were relieved.

He Xuanxuan was looking down and worried, and when she saw Mo Fei standing up, her heart suddenly beat faster, and there were joy, anticipation, worry or excitement in her emotions, and her eyes followed Mo Fei's movements, and she didn't blink.

She never knew that her heart could still be led by others like this, and she was so willing to be led.

He Xuanxuan once thought that in his own world, there was no room for anything other than creating food. But since she met Murphy, she has unknowingly projected his shadow into her heart.

The girl lifted her cheeks and asked herself softly, "Is this what you like......?"