The blue and white porcelain bowl holds half a bowl of cyan soup, and a boxy piece of snow-white tofu is suspended in it. At first glance, there is nothing particularly surprising about the www.biquge.info of the pen.

"Tofu is good! I like tofu!" After tasting the 'vegetarian beef' that Liu Mang made last time and the 'miso soup' from Kumamoto Akagi, John simply fell in love with this oriental ingredient, and even looked forward to the current bowl of soup.

"Cut! Nothing special!" Kumamoto Sanzo pouted: "I put a piece of tofu soup, can it be delicious?"

"Huh, is this still a soup, and how does it feel like a dessert?" Not only Kumamoto Sanzo, but the other challengers around him also whispered.

"It's very ordinary! If I just put a piece of tofu, I really can't think of any layers in this soup after it is eaten. ”

"That's right, and his tofu wasn't stewed in the soup, so the umami of the soup base certainly didn't penetrate in, which is a big mistake. ”

"It's a pity, this time Kumamoto Akagi wins, and we don't have a chance. There are also challengers who lamented.

"Mr. Liu Mang, what's the name of your dish?" John asked, picking up the spoon.

"Oh, the name of the dish is 'Azure and Rain'. ”

"The blue sky is waiting for smoke and rain?" After listening to the translation of the entourage, John laughed: "Very poetic name, but I only saw the blue sky and floating clouds in this dish, but I didn't see smoke and rain?"

"Just try stirring it and you'll see. Liu Mang laughed.

"Stir?" John wondered, picking up the spoon and stirring it gently in the celadon bowl.

"Shhh

With the slight movement of the spoon, the soup base surrounds it like a gentle river. The tofu suspended in the soup immediately wafts through the soup.

It's like a pear tree pressing a begonia? No, it is a corridor that hangs down from the coquett, and outside the window edge of the openwork flowers, it begins to fly more than the first light snow in winter, and it is more like a continuous spring rain after the clouds have dispersed.

"Yanyu! It turns out that Yanyu is here!" Even John, who only knows a little about Chinese culture, can feel the artistic conception of the dishes at this moment, just like Chinese ink landscape paintings, not to mention the Dongying people who are still deeply influenced by the legacy of the Tang and Song dynasties.

"Liu Mangjun, how did you do that?" John hurriedly asked, "It's amazing, the tofu suddenly melts, it's like magic!"

"Quite simply, if you take a closer look at the tofu in the soup, you'll get the answer. ”

When John heard this, he hurriedly scooped up a spoonful of soup with a spoon, brought it to his eyes to look at it carefully, and then suddenly realized: "You...... You cut the tofu into thin strips?"

After the whole tofu is stirred up by an external force, what floats in the soup is a hair-thick filament, and you can't see it at all without careful identification!

"That's right, although the appearance of the tofu in the soup didn't change at first, it was just because I was so fast that the tofu didn't have time to fall apart and fit together. Only tofu that has been cut into thin strips can be instantly integrated into the soup base without being stewed, and the flavor of the soup base can be absorbed. ”

"Amazing skill! This Chinese's sword skill, I'm afraid that no one in the entire Dongying can compare with it, right?" After listening to Liu Mang's explanation, a challenger said.

"I don't think there are many people in the world who can cut tofu into thin strips! Italy or France?"

"It's terrible! That's tofu! Tofu that crumbles when you touch it! It's not a carrot, it's not a potato!"

"The Great Demon King! Sure enough, the Great Demon King! I don't even have the confidence to challenge him!"

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Liu Mang's hand completely shocked all the challengers present, and everyone looked at Liu with a hint of reverence in addition to jealousy.

"Hula!" John sucked lightly, sucking the soup from the spoon into his mouth.

The shredded tofu in the soup is like a living thing, and it burrows into the mouth with the surging of the soup.

After being soaked in the broth of the shrimp, the shredded tofu is so delicious that when it hits your teeth and tongue, it melts away, leaving only the mellow flavor inside.

If Kumamoto Akagi's 'miso soup' just makes people feel fresh, then Liu Mang's current 'azure and waiting for smoke and rain' is like a new door for John.

Every taste bud on John's tongue jumped with joy, like a fish lying on the shore on the verge of death, and suddenly a rainstorm came!

Seaweed, shrimp, and John could clearly distinguish which ingredient the umami came from, and there seemed to be a picture of shrimp swimming among the seaweed, and the sea was as blue as a wash.

Incomparably fresh!

"Oh my God, Mr. Liu Mang, this is God's masterpiece!" exclaimed John.

"It's over, Mr. Judge!" Liu Mang smiled slightly, and secretly clenched his fist.

Use the shrimp to hang out the clear soup, and then add the squeezed seaweed juice, no need to stew it deliberately, only use the heat of the clear soup to force out the umami in the seaweed, so that this umami can be perfectly preserved.

Then with the help of the carrier of tofu shreds, this invisible umami can be turned into substance, and this feeling can be created step by step.

"It's perfect! In my memory, the deliciousness of this soup can only be compared to the white sturgeon roe, which is more expensive than gold! It's hard to imagine that a person's skill can transcend nature and make such a taste with ordinary ingredients!" The bearded man quickly finished the soup in his hand and praised it loudly.

"Not bad! Whether it is knife skills or taste, Mr. Liu Mang's dish is far beyond my imagination!" another judge also commented.

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"Mr. Judges, then your vote ......" Every comment of the judges on Liu Mang's dishes was like a knife, piercing the hearts of Kumamoto Akagi and his son.

"Oh, that's right! I still need to vote!" John slapped his head, stood up, and held Liu Mang's hand tightly: "Congratulations, Mr. Liu Mang! You are a well-deserved kitchen god!"

"That'...... And your ticket?!" Kumamoto asked, clutching his chest and stammering.

"Of course, it was voted for Mr. Liu Mang. John affirmed, "I'm sorry Mr. Kumamoto, although your cooking is just as good, it's clear that Mr. Liu Mang is superior." ”

"I also voted for Mr. Liu Mang, and his dishes made me have an unforgettable time. The bearded man stood up and said.

"I voted for Mr. Liu Mang in this round. ”

"Mine too! This dish is just perfect!"

"You guys, you ......!" Seeing that the judges all voted for Liu Mang, Kumamoto Sanzo rushed to Liu Mang, his eyes were about to pop out.

"It's over! I'm losing my mind!" Five-Eyes smiled, blocking in front of him.