"Okay, judges, please score!" When the judges finished tasting Qian Duo's white porridge and shrimp dumplings, Jiang Wen picked up the microphone and said. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I'll give 7 points!" Dai Jili held up the sign in his hand: "Please don't get me wrong, Ms. Qian." Your shrimp dumplings and white porridge are very delicious, so I scored 7 because I didn't want to fill the score, after all, there are so many players behind me. ”

"Then I'll give it a 7 too. If Ms. Qian's breakfast shop is downstairs from my house, it will be the happiest thing in the world. Lin Tong also raised the sign and said.

"That's right, to be able to do the same thing for 30 years, this spirit alone is very admirable. Wang Lan also gave a score of 7.

"Wow! The three judges all gave 7 points, which is a very high score, and it can be said that it is a good start! Ms. Qian Duo, congratulations!"

At this time, Wang Jifeng's 'secret brine pork knuckle' was also good, and bursts of rich aroma came from the vat on the stove.

"Wow! this smells so good! it's mouth-watering!" Dai Jili sniffed and said.

"Well, there is a special aroma of herbs, it is definitely not an ordinary spice!" Wang Lan also admired.

"It's very enjoyable just to smell the smell, how great that smell should be!" Lin Tong couldn't help but fan the wind with his fingers and nose.

"This tastes ......" Liu Mang, who was sitting on the main judge, sniffed the brine smell from the stage, and his eyes narrowed: "It's actually similar to my 'horse stop hooves secret brine' recipe?"

Sniffing again, Liu Mang shook his head: "It's still a little different, and a few more main spices are missing." Without these spices, the taste of the brine is a notch worse than mine. Now there is no comparison, and as soon as there is a comparison, the judgment will be made. ”

"Everyone, my 'secret brine pork knuckle' is ready!" Wang Jifeng used a big iron hook to scoop up the pig knuckle in the marinated stainless steel barrel and put it in a small plate.

"Mr. Wang, don't you need to cut your pig hands? Just take them and gnaw them whole?" Seeing Wang Jifeng directly put the pig hands on the plate, Wei Tao asked curiously.

"No, my pork hands are very soft, and I can separate the flesh and skin with chopsticks. Of course, it's the same if you grab and gnaw with your hands, so it's enjoyable. Wang Jifeng laughed.

Wang Jifeng brought the marinated pork knuckle to the judges.

The aroma of the brine was already very strong before it came out of the pot, and now as soon as the pork knuckle is fished out, the taste is even stronger. It makes people's nose itch and can't help but aggravate their breathing.

Dai Jili looked at the pig's hand on the plate, and the brine dyed the pig's hand with a ruddy color. Under the illumination of the light, the stars are shiny, and people are sinking their sights.

"Gollum!" Dai Jili made a sound in his throat, and he couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks and poke them into the pig's hand.

Wang Jifeng is right, after a long time of slow fire and fine marinating, the appearance of the pig's hand seems to be complete, but in fact, it has been separated from the flesh and bones, and a large piece can be torn off with just a light pick of chopsticks.

"Hmm......" Dai Jili closed his eyes slightly, and his face was full of intoxication.

The pork knuckle is the first half of the leg and is rich in collagen and fascia, which is one of the most delicious parts of a pig.

After a variety of spices and broth to prepare the brine slowly simmered, the aroma and taste of the brine completely penetrated, all the way to the bone marrow.

Suck it gently, and the sauce is full of flavor. When you chew it again, the elastic white fascia seems to be bouncing, making the taste buds on the tip of the tongue cheer.

"It's delicious! it's delicious!" Dai Jili threw down his chopsticks, grabbed the pig's hand directly, and gnawed it in a big gulp.

On the other hand, Lin Tong and Wang Lan, the two of them ate similarly, and they both threw down their chopsticks and gnawed until their lips were full of grease.

"The sauce is fragrant! The mouth is full of fresh fragrance!" Wang Lan gnawed the last broken bone, then wiped his hands reluctantly and praised.

"I thought it was going to be greasy, but it wasn't at all! Although I have never eaten bear paws, I think bear paws are just the same taste!" Lin Tong licked his lips and said.

"It seems that Mr. Wang's 'secret brine pork knuckle' completely touched the taste buds of our judges!

"General!" Liu Mang put down his chopsticks, picked up a towel and wiped his mouth.

"Just average?" Jiang Wen asked.

"General. Liu Mang added.

At this time, some people in the audience began to discuss, because compared with the white porridge and shrimp dumplings that Liu Mang praised last time, the evaluation of the kitchen god this time is very low.

"Master Liu Mang, can you tell me the reason?" Wang Jifeng's expression was very disappointed, obviously not receiving more praise from Liu Mang and was a little angry.

"Do you really want me to say it?" Liu Mang asked rhetorically.

"You say, I'm listening. Wang Jifeng said in a worried tone.

"The brine recipe of this 'secret brine pork knuckle' is good, both in terms of fragrance and taste, it is a must. The marinade made with this secret recipe brine is fragrant, and eating it makes the cheeks fragrant and has a long aftertaste. It can be seen that the people who developed this secret recipe back then also put a lot of effort and effort. As future generations, we should carry forward and improve it, instead of embarking on the wrong path for the sake of immediate interests. ”

"The evil sect is crooked?" Jiang Wen looked puzzled, not knowing what Liu Mang was talking about.

"Master Liu Mang, what do you mean by this?" Wang Jifeng showed a panicked look on his face.

"If you want me to say it, then that's all I can say. Liu Mang sneered: "Mr. Wang, even if you don't change this secret recipe, it will be famous all over the country in time, but why do you want to add something else?"

"What's it?" everyone was curious.

"Poppy husks, you put this stuff in the brine!"

"Wow!" there was a commotion in the hall.

"You...... You're spewing blood!" Wang Jifeng shouted.

"If you don't know, you can't do it unless you do it! Mr. Wang Jifeng, do you dare to do it?"

"Even if I let it go, how can you taste it! This is pure slander!

"Cardamom, sand kernels, wood fragrance, angelica, sannai, ginger, hawthorn, jataman, ......" Liu Mang didn't bother to argue with Wang Jifeng, but reported a large list of spice names.

The audience and the three judges didn't know what it meant, but Wang Jifeng's face changed greatly, with a shocked expression.

Because the name of the spice reported by Liu Mang is exactly what he used in his 'secret brine recipe'.

"Is that enough? Do you want me to tell all 26 spices?"

At this moment, Wang Jifeng's face was pale and sweating profusely, and he looked at Liu Mang, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...... How did you taste it!"

"Because...... Because I'm a god of cooking!" laughed Liu Mang.