"Mr. Liu Mang, what are you talking about?" Liu Mang said to Lin Xiao in Chinese, so Abel didn't understand, but he could see that Liu Mang was commenting on his dessert.

"What he means ......" Liu Mang said as Lin Xiao translated simultaneously.

"The ingredients maintain a delicate balance in the dessert that makes it easy for the human tongue to distinguish their respective flavors......

"You ......" Hearing Lin Xiao's translation, Abel's face changed greatly, because what Liu Mang said was his experience and essence of making this 'tiramisu'.

Also, although the dessert does not need to be baked, the temperature of the refrigeration is also very particular. Liu Mang smacked his lips and savored the coolness on the tip of his tongue: "First use a temperature of about minus 10 degrees to let the slurry slowly solidify to maintain its shape." Finally, the temperature is lowered to give the outer layer the effect of a crispy crust. When the dessert is finally served, the temperature of the whole dessert is maintained at about 8 degrees Celsius, and it is at this temperature that the human tongue is the most sensitive and can perceive the changes in taste the most......"

"This ......" Abel's face was very complicated at the moment, and there was surprise, surprise, and admiration in his eyes.

"Mr. Liu Mang, I look forward to sharing the stage with you. After Liu Mang finished speaking, Abel stroked his chest with his right hand, bowed slightly, and left.

At this time, the suckling pig of Hans, Germany, was also taken out of the oven.

To be honest, after being smeared with a layer of honey and roasted, the color of the roast pig is indeed beautiful. Under the illumination of the light, the whole roast pig is golden and dripping with oil, which is tempting.

Lin Xiao is right, the way to eat roasted food in the West is very simple. The roast pig only appeared on the screen on the wall of the hall, and was immediately dismantled by Hans, who was armed with a sharp knife.

Drizzled with a special sauce and sprinkled with a powder made from milled spices such as basil and mint, the roast pig, which took nearly two hours to make, was finally delivered to the judges' tables.

"Click. The knife and fork made a crisp sound as it cut through the pigskin.

"It tastes good!" Under the bite of the teeth, the pigskin is a little greasy, and the honey is soaked in honey, giving a hint of sweetness, and the pork is very tender, and the gravy contains it absorbs the flavor of celery and onions, and the taste becomes richer.

Hans's roast pig can be put in any restaurant in Paris, and it can be well received, but on this occasion, it is a little inadequate, and compared with Abel's dessert, it is even more overshadowed.

Sure enough, the judges' scores came out, and Abel entered the next round with a unanimous vote without suspense.

"Lao Liu, Xiao Jane, you two are here to be referees. The next day, Lin Xiao and He Donglin went straight to the market early in the morning and bought a lot of ingredients.

"It's okay to fight, but you can't go overboard. Liu Mang took out the teacup and took a sip: "We are a team, if we hurt the harmony for some cuisine disputes, it would be ridiculous." ”

Anyway, if you are idle and bored, you might as well have some fun, which can not only kill time, but also sharpen your cooking skills, isn't it a kind of fun?

"Of course, winning or losing in terms of skills will not affect the relationship between me and Lao He at all. Lin Xiao put one hand on He Donglin's shoulder: "You said yes, Lao He." ”

"Well, there is controversy to progress. I also want to take a look at the style of the last chef. "When He Donglin said the word 'last session', he deliberately accentuated his tone.

"Well, you might as well be angry. Lin Xiao pulled an apron: "Then today we will not distinguish the winner or loser, and we will never call it a day." ”

"I'm looking forward to it!" Shan Jian moved a chair and sat down at the table.

"Lao Liu, you can come up with a question. Lin Xiao twisted his wrist and was eager to try.

"First course. Liu Mang swept over the ingredients piled up on the table: "Then let's make a 'mushu meat' each." ”

"Mushu meat?" Lin Xiao was stunned: "Lao Liu, can't you make a slightly difficult dish? This dish can't play much to my level!"

"Haven't you been arguing about the level of the dish, I think this dish is very suitable. ”

'Mushu meat' is a Taoist cooking, which originally belonged to one of the eight major cuisines of Shandong cuisine - Confucian cuisine. It is made by mixing pork slices with eggs and fungus, and is named because the scrambled eggs are yellow and crushed, similar to wooden leaves.

This dish is easy to make, and the raw materials are readily available. The taste is fresh, the taste is delicious, the taste is rich, and it is suitable for all ages. There is no need to prepare a lot of ingredients, so ordinary people usually make them at home.

In fact, some housewives do not deliberately do it in many cases, but feel that the dishes are not enough, or the meat is a little less, so they add two eggs, soak some fungus, and grab some daylily and even mushrooms.

It is precisely because of the wide spread and diverse practices that Liu Mang chose to deliberately embarrass these two.

"Mushu meat is good, and the more home-cooked it is, the more it tests the chef's basic skills. He Donglin didn't care, but was very interested.

"Okay, I'll be the host. Shan Jian picked up the water cup and brought it to his mouth to act as a microphone: "The first internal kitchen god competition, the first round of the competition starts now!"

Lin Xiao and He Donglin walked to the table and began to pick out the ingredients separately.

"Lao He, do you want cucumbers? Coincidentally, I will use it too." Lin Xiao smiled and took the lead in picking out the two best looking cucumbers from the seven or eight cucumbers and holding them in his hands.

"The cucumbers produced in Europe are not as common as those commonly used in our country, and the taste is very different, so you have to pay attention to it, don't go to the gutter to scoop it. ”

"No, I didn't even plan to use it. He Donglin took a bag of mushrooms: "I also remind you that the green qi of this cucumber skin is very heavy, and you have to peel it." ”

"Understood. ”

From the selection of ingredients by the two of them to make this 'mushu pork', it can be seen that there is indeed a big difference in the way of dishes from the north and south of China.

In addition to pork and eggs, Lin Xiao selected fungus, cucumber and garlic. And He Donglin chose mushrooms and magnolia slices.

There are also differences in the choice of pork as the main ingredient, Lin Xiao is going to use pure lean tenderloin, and He Donglin is choosing half-fat and half-lean pork belly.

After cleaning the ingredients first, Lin Xiao took a kitchen knife, cut the pork tenderloin into slices with a thickness of 0.5 cm, and then put it in a bowl, add cooking wine, cornstarch, and egg whites and stir together to marinate.

At the same time, He Donglin also peeled the pork belly, did not slice, but cut it into long strips, sprinkled with only a little salt, and set aside for later use.

"Chef, what are the judging criteria?" As a judge for the first time, the contestants are still two gods, and Shan Jian is very excited.

"It would be unfair to judge the dishes based on their authenticity, because 'mushu pork' originates from northern cuisine. So let's talk about the color and flavor, and just say how you really feel after eating. ”

"Hmm. ”