It's been a few months since the summer season is over, and the autumn season is just around the corner. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past three months, Tang Wan'er continued to be on the road of being "trained", getting closer and closer to the martial arts, and of course, occasionally secretly ran to find Liu Suifeng.

And Jie Wusheng also slowly got rid of the "infant state" that couldn't speak, and began to slowly try how to speak human words.

At the same time, after becoming the champion of the summer tournament and obtaining the qualification to represent Dahua in the Chang'an Invitational Tournament, Jie Wusheng also began to train hard.

With his puppet wife, the cooperation is becoming more and more tacit.

Of course, Liu Suifeng, who was the first to qualify as the representative of the Chang'an Invitational Tournament, had already been officially reminded that "you must train hard, and you must breathe a sigh of relief for Dahua this year".

But because of the special situation of being a prisoner, Liu Suifeng can only do some basic exercises in prison.

Moreover, in the past three months, Liu Suifeng has spent most of his time thinking and checking the previous "abnormal taste" thing, and it can be said that there has been almost no progress at all in the matter of training.

Regarding the group of people from the "True Martial Society", although they have not been caught, in the past few months, they seem to have disappeared, or they are afraid, and they have not reappeared.

"This time, I must win!"

In this harvest season, Tang Wan'er, who has experienced three months of training again, appeared in the venue of the autumn competition again.

Another glance swept away, Liu Suifeng was no more, Jie Wusheng was in the audience, the white-haired girl still didn't come, and Dong Qingshu, who had not heard from him for a long time, still didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

is about to compete with her on the same stage, but it's just a group of miscellaneous fish like Zhao Tiezhu and Li Ergou.

Although in the past three months, they have also been training very hard, and their strength has almost improved by leaps and bounds.

But compared with Tang Wan'er's accumulation over the years, and this qualitative transformation, Zhao Tiezhu, Li Ergou and others are still too far behind.

Although there is also hope that it is possible to win Tang Wan'er, that hope is only a theoretical hope, and it is pitifully slim.

The winning prize of this autumn contest also chose fish as an ingredient, and eating fish during the harvest season is probably a good omen for more than every year.

The person in charge is the sixth sister-in-law of Song who was named the "ancestor" of the fish by Emperor Wen of China.

Song Liu's sister-in-law on the stage is probably like an ordinary middle-aged woman, but the slight wrinkles on her face are a little vicissitudes.

In the face of the autumn competition, which is a big scene where countless people are accustomed to watching, Song Liu's sister-in-law seems to be already commonplace, just like cooking in her own home.

grabbed the incomparably accurate grasp from the water without panic, and caught the West Lake grass carp king who was constantly swimming and dodging in the water on the chopping board.

The fat West Lake grass carp king kept twitching his body and struggled violently on the chopping board, trying to break free from Song Liu's sister-in-law's hands.

Maybe it's the instinct to survive, or the dignity of being the king of West Lake, it's unwilling to die.

In the past, it was classified as the king of grass carp, leading the birth and death of tens of millions of grass carp in the West Lake, and occupying the lake as the king.

But now it is slaughtered at will by a middle-aged aunt on the chopping board.

This is something that the king, as a king, will never tolerate.

Even if he knew that he was cornered, even if he broke free from the middle-aged aunt's hand and jumped out of the chopping board, he was greeted only by the hard land that he said he couldn't breathe, not the fish pond that he could control at will, and it did not give up struggling.

Even if he struggles to suffocate to death on the ground, he will not let anyone slaughter him on the chopping board, this is his belief as the king of grass carp in West Lake.

Speaking of which, it is with such a belief that it has become the king of grass carp in West Lake today.

But the reality is cruel.

The will of the grass carp king has not been able to defeat the five fingers of the human aunt.

On the side of the kitchen knife in Song Liu's sister-in-law's hand, she directly knocked out the unyielding West Lake grass carp king with two clicks.

"Scratch"

The blade slashed through the stunned Grass Carp King, who fell off as the King's scales.

"Poof"

After destroying the hard armor of the grass carp king as the king, Song Liu's sister-in-law pressed the grass carp's body on the chopping board with one hand, and the kitchen knife was horizontal, disemboweling the grass carp king from the stomach and cleaning out all the internal organs of the grass carp king.

Then there were a few seemingly random and sophisticated knives.

With a knife, cut the king grass carp in half along the spine and towards the head.

Cut off the fish teeth with a knife.

A knife slashes away the remaining bruises from the fish's head.

……

The last knife made a long cut on the spineless body.

In this way, under Song Liu's sister-in-law's exquisite and skilled knife work, the unyielding grass carp king became a convenient ingredient for cooking and using in three clicks.

Boil the water, put the fish in, and during the cooking period, Song Liu's sister-in-law also carefully used the fins to form the fish.

Seeing this small detail, all the diners have to sigh, maybe this is every chef's demanding requirements for details and perfection.

Although these people may seem ordinary at times, when faced with what they focus on - cooking, they are extremely engaged, and sometimes it is as if they are completely different people.

Perhaps, this is the so-called profession.

The food that really puts in passion and sweat is exactly what ordinary ones can't compare.

Even if it's the same ingredient and the same method, as long as you don't put your mind to it, it will be a completely different taste.

Cook the fish, skim off the blood and beat in cold water twice.

Seeing that these processes were in progress, and even the production of the soup had begun, Tang Wan'er, who was present, knew that the production of this "West Lake vinegar fish" was about to come to an end.

I thought that the competition for this autumn competition was about to begin.

Glancing at all the participating diners in the venue, Tang Wan'er was sure that she was the one who won in the end.

But this feeling of déjà vu still made her a little nervous.

Because last summer, she also felt this way, "I am strong in this wave, I will definitely win".

But the result was not what she expected.

This time, she didn't know if there would be someone who would suddenly kill someone halfway during the time when the West Lake vinegar fish was made, just like the last summer game, and snatch his championship.

So she has been looking at Song Liu's sister-in-law on the stage from time to time, and from time to time at the door of the venue on the other side, I don't know why, it's like a woman's sixth sense, but she is a little worried.

But it seems that things are moving in her favor.

Concentrate the soup, scoop the fish, place the fish on a plate, and slowly pour the soup over it.

Until these final steps, no one showed up from the entrance of the venue.

But just as the last wisp of soup on Song Liu's sister-in-law's spoon was about to completely drain down, and the game was about to officially start, a person, as Tang Wan'er was worried, appeared at the door of the venue and slowly walked inside.

On his waist, like all the participating diners, he hung a white jade token with a direct invitation to the autumn competition.