The kitchen knife in his hand flew out suddenly and landed on the cutting board in front of Feng Qingge. The cooks on both sides quickly took the winter melon and placed it in front of several people. It's just that the kitchen knives issued to them are extremely dull waste knives, rusty.

In addition to considering the chef's own strength, there is also a difference in knife selection. Large ingredients are first cut into large shapes with a kitchen knife, and then a part of them is cut out with a small drill knife and carved with a carving knife. But at this moment, this kitchen knife and a winter melon are all they have, and it is a challenge for every student.

"Brush!" The first to hold the knife was a man in a strong suit, with short hair, eyes like a leopard, slender fingers clasped the winter melon, dragging the bottom cover of the winter melon, the right hand shook slightly, the blade was deflected, the cyan melon skin rotated, the knife fell over the skin, but all the melon skin was cut off with a knife.

"Da Da Da ......" left hand turned, the peeled winter melon fell on the cutting board, he buckled the winter melon, the kitchen knife in his hand fell, a piece of uniform winter melon slices fell into the plate, but it is the simplest peeling slices, but also the basis for testing knife skills.

The other four people also moved, peeling and cutting the winter melon.

And Feng Qingge, who saw this scene, had already been petrified, even if he was a New Oriental chef, considering that knife skills were also carving, when did it become chopping vegetables!

His face was bruised for a while, Feng Qingge touched the rusty kitchen knife, and he didn't bother to perform anything, according to the simplest method, cut the winter melon into several pieces, and then peeled it, slowly cut it into slices, and put it on a plate on the side.

"Such craftsmanship dares to come to the Jinluan Temple. Snorted disdainfully, Shan Xiping raised her eyebrows, she had already cut it, but seeing Feng Qingge's clumsy movements, a contemptuous light flashed in her eyes.

It's just that she only saw the surface, she didn't notice that the rusty kitchen knife fell, but the skin of the winter melon cut off was not stained with a little rust, which was completely different from the winter melon cut out by others.

The essence in Lin Yue's eyes flashed, and he watched the slowest Feng Qingge put down the kitchen knife, and he reached out to pick up the winter melon slices that everyone had cut and placed them on the table.

"Number two, number five, elimination. The cold voice echoed in the hall, and Lin Yue wiped his hands coldly.

The standing man shuddered, and the two men spoke almost simultaneously and asked, "Why!"

"The knife work is too poor, the knife speed is too slow, the difference between the cut winter melon slices is five millimeters, remove the qualification, go out!" the merciless voice echoed in the kitchen, and before the two could continue to speak, the cooks on both sides had already thrown them out.

When it comes to this, unqualified people, obey orders without reason.

A stunning gaze flashed in his black eyes, Lin Yue glanced at the winter melon in the wind light song plate, each slice was so even, even the son of the Mo family could not compare, this person had two brushes.

"As a student, in addition to the basic knife skills, it is also very important for the ability to control the heat, the second level, stir-frying. Use the winter melon in your hands to make a random dish, for a limited time, with a stick of incense. The cigarette behind him was inserted into the ashes, and Lin Yue looked at the four people in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Lifting the iron pot coldly, Mo Yang took the spoon, stretched out his right hand, the spoon had already scooped up the vegetable oil in the oil dish, put it into the pot and boiled, the spoon in his hand seemed to have eyes, scooped in all the seasonings, and after quickly seasoning, he poured the winter melon down.

The other man mixed a piece of pork belly into the ingredients, cut it into the winter melon, and quarreled together.

Feng Qingge's method is also very simple, similar to Moyang's method. The time for a stick of incense to fry a plate of winter melon is indeed enough.

"You, elimination. Looking at the dish with minced meat, Lin Yue waved his hand coldly and said coldly: "Idiot, stir-fry with winter melon, you added minced meat to rob the taste of winter melon, do you still want to continue the game!"

Shan Xiping's heart trembled even more, watching the man being pulled out, she hurriedly lowered her head, muttering in her heart, why didn't she see Feng Xunbing being eliminated, her clumsy technique, the fried dishes must not be very good.

However, Shan Xiping didn't wait for Lin Yue's veto, and even heard Lin Yue's judgment that Feng Qingge was out, so she heard the third assessment.

Isn't it, she actually persevered to the end?

"Knife skills, basic stir-frying, you all know, then the most important thing as a chef, smell and taste. In the kitchen all year round, your nose must be more sensitive than the average person, and your sense of taste must be tricky and strange. I'm not going to test you about how to mix condiments, just say what important ingredients are added to my condiments, and you can pass the test. Lin Yue clapped his hands, and the chefs on both sides quickly served three dishes.

The faint fragrance came to the nose, but it was different from the seasoning given by Mo Qing, and the fragrance was mixed with a sour taste.

Feng Qingge sniffed briefly, and then hooked the corners of her mouth, in terms of smell, she already knew the ingredients added in it, but in terms of taste...... I picked up the chopsticks and lightly clicked on the condiment, and the freshness in the entrance was similar to the condiment of the day, but with the addition of a taste of acid, it brought people a taste stimulation.

Mo Qing's kid said that he would steal the answer to her, but he didn't expect to use such a thing as the assessment standard.

Except for Feng Qingge, Shan Xiping and Mo Yang were all pale, and the two of them smelled the condiment, and drank a bowl one after another, but they couldn't write anything.

The three of them looked a little depressed in the back kitchen.

In the end, Mo Yang gritted his teeth even more, the brush in his hand fell on the paper, and quickly wrote a few big characters.

Shan Xiping's little face turned red, and after writing a few words, she stopped writing and stopped writing. Damn, this test question is so difficult, what kind of problem is this, although the condiments are delicious, but the taste of this delicious is too delicious, covering the deliciousness of other condiments, and easily covering up other flavors, why can't she eat it.

It's just that the sour taste made her think of a taste of ingredients, so she wrote it down. If you can't pass it, you can only fight this one.

The eyes glanced at Feng Qingge, and saw that Feng Qingge's paper was still blank, Shanxiping's hanging heart was falling, this kid would definitely not be able to do the third question, even she had to think about it for so long to have an answer after eating all the delicious food in the world, how could she know that she was a country boy.

"You, why don't you write?" looked at Feng Qingge in surprise, Lin Yue was depressed in his heart, from beginning to end, Feng Qingge was not greedy for the deliciousness of the condiment, just tasted a little taste, and didn't move the chopsticks, this is completely different from other people who taste the deliciousness of the condiment, isn't the condiment he made attractive enough?

His heart was in a mess, Lin Yue stared at the wind and sang lightly.

This novel is from Reading Books