With Zheng Ke's current level, it is difficult to make perfect ramen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 However, there are still more than 20 days before the start of the autumn auditions, and as long as he has time, Zheng Ke is confident that he will master the dish of ramen.

However, even if Zheng Ke really made a bowl of ramen that was even more delicious than the bowl just now and made it to the top 8, then what would happen?

What's more, Catherine's words really underestimated him and the students of Yuanyue Academy. He definitely couldn't swallow this breath.

Catherine nodded, "If you say that, I'll understand." I'm sorry I offended you by the truth I just said, and I apologize. ”

"Haha...... Not necessarily, but, Miss Catherine, I have made you two dishes and a bowl of noodles for the past two days, and I wonder if I have the pleasure of tasting your dishes for myself?"

Zheng Ke was full of smiles, but his eyes were extremely serious.

Since hearing that there are exchange students coming over, Zheng Ke has heard rumors about them, and even Mu Jiuzhiyuanguo, who is the second seat of the Ten Masters, has doubts about Zheng Ke's prospects.

Yesterday, Catherine herself said that she had defeated Isshihui, which also made Zheng Ke doubt the authenticity of this matter.

The best way to dispel the rumors is to try Catherine's food for yourself.

"Okay. Catherine didn't hesitate, "Then I'll make a small dish to thank you for taking care of last night and today, by the way, I will secretly tell you that this dish is definitely dozens of times better than that of Isshiki. ”

Dozens of times may be a bit exaggerated, but looking at Catherine's expression, it should be serious.

"Bring it. Catherine looked around, and suddenly stretched out her hand to Zheng Ke.

"What is it?" Zheng Ke was stunned.

"Apron, you can't let me cook in this dress, can you? My chef's uniform is still in the dormitory. Catherine rolled her eyes.

I rubbed it, and I forgot about it.

Zheng Ke immediately took off the apron on his body and handed it to her. After tying her apron, Catherine went to the counter, glanced at the ingredients, turned to check the counter against the wall, and after a moment of contemplation, took a jar of green sauce from the counter.

"Since you invited me to eat noodles, I'll make you a pasta too. Catherine pouted, "But it's not because I want to make noodles, but because your ingredients are only enough for me to make this." ”

Catherine's implication is very obvious, Zheng Ke can't eat more and better dishes, the fundamental reason is that there are no ingredients.

There is also a hint of anger in these words.

"It doesn't matter, there will always be a chance in the future, right?" Zheng Ke said with a smile.

"In the future, do you think it's easy to eat my food? Even if you have money, you may not be able to eat my food. Catherine pouted, feeling that she was being looked down upon by Zheng Ke.

It's definitely still that little kid.

After Zheng Ke listened to Catherine's words, he thought silently in his heart.

Although Catherine's words made Zheng Ke very unhappy, when Catherine stood in front of the console, her temperament immediately changed. The two eyes were unusually bright, and an unconcealable momentum emanated from Catherine's body from the inside out.

The chef's knife in her hand was like a delicate scalpel, flying in Catherine's hand, and the cutting board was a good spinach that was cut into thin strips in an instant.

Different from Huaxia's pursuit of the ultimate knife work, Catherine's knife work is just right, and she can always stop at the right place, as if after the precise calculation of the computer, there will be no superfluous movements in each step. Standard, yet extremely fluent.

Terrible!

Zheng Ke came up with this evaluation after seeing Catherine's cooking skills. It was only then that Zheng Ke understood why Catherine could say so confidently yesterday that Yi Shihui was not her opponent.

So far, Zheng Ke has not seen any flaws in Catherine's movements.

After sifting the high-gluten flour, mix it with salt, and then mix the beaten spinach puree into the flour and knead it into a dough. After standing for half an hour, the dough is pressed with a rolling pin into a dough of a uniform thickness.

Zheng Ke could see that this was Catherine's technique to demonstrate like him and use it to fight back against Zheng Ke's ramen.

It is not difficult to press the dough into the dough, but the difficulty is that the whole sheet is pressed out of the dough sheeter, without obvious thickness or thinness, which requires the chef to have a strong control over the force, and the rolling pin exerts almost the same force as it passes through every inch of dough.

Catherine uses a skillful knife to cut the dough into noodles of uniform width, then places the noodles in boiling water with table salt, and after a few moments, removes the noodles and drains them.

Once the noodles were ready, Catherine set about making the sauce and dressing. Once the olive oil is heated in a pan, stir-fry the chopped garlic and onion and sauté the greens and tomato cubes.

The thick aroma escaped from the pan, Zheng Ke only ate a sandwich in the morning, and now, his stomach began to growl.

Watching the green noodles dance in the pot, Zheng Ke estimated that his face was almost the same as the color of the noodles, and his stomach also issued a strong protest.

Fortunately, Zheng Ke didn't wait long, and Catherine poured the noodles onto the plate.

"This is my dish, spinach fettuccine, please try it. ”

Although the plate is large, there are not many spinach noodles, and the portion is pitiful compared to the bowl of ramen I just had.

"Can't you make more noodles? I haven't had enough since last night. Zheng Ke looked at the small amount of fettuccine on the plate, and couldn't be happy.

"Western cuisine is all about refinement, and besides, you don't have enough ingredients here, even if I want to make you your steak, I don't have that condition. Cather pursed her lips and chuckled.

Yes, the responsibility is on me again.

Zheng Ke shook his head helplessly, there was no way to reason with Catherine.

"Oh, my fork, don't be disgusted. Catherine handed Zheng Ke the fork she had just used, and the oil stains on it were shining in the sunlight, showing a strange look.

Zheng Ke frowned and looked at the chopsticks in his hand, and then at Catherine's fork, his face was a little embarrassed: "Won't you use someone to wash it?"

"Wash, I don't want to do that kind of work?" said Catherine, pouting.

Zheng Ke sighed, reluctantly took the fork, and walked to the faucet to wash it himself.

According to common sense, pasta can be picked up with chopsticks, and Zheng Ke has indeed done this before. However, if you use chopsticks, there is a problem, when pasta is often mixed with olive oil to add a refreshing texture, so that the surface of the noodles is smooth.

The handmade pasta may be slightly better, but Zheng Ke still doesn't dare to take the risk.

In addition, Zheng Ke has a more important reason, Catherine doesn't make many noodles, if you use chopsticks, two bites will be gone, isn't it similar to Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit?

It was with this idea in mind that Zheng Ke decided to use a dinner fork.