Many foodies in Huaxia looked at the frightened appearance of the foreign audience who were caught by the camera in the live broadcast arena, obviously disgusted by the pig's trotters taken out by Shen Mubai, and some people were even surprised, as if they saw some strange and superb scene, and subconsciously covered their mouths.

And Jin Hao'an, who was originally standing aside and meditating on how to continue without hot sauce, saw this scene, and couldn't help but sarcastically say: "Shen Mubai, are you so clever that you would take out this kind of thing to cook?" ”

After all, this is the scene of the Little Star Chef competition, and the other contestants are committed to making the most suitable restaurant dishes for the judges and the most acceptable to the public, adding some innovation on this solid foundation to attract the attention of the judges.

But Shen Mubai, he didn't follow the conventional routine, as soon as he appeared, he sacrificed a long ♂ and thick pig's trotter with white flowers, some vaguely translucent pig hair on it had not been shaved clean, and he held it on the stove with an expressionless face and burned it, and suddenly there was a sound of "zizizi" from the hairs being scorched and burned.

The audience was even more creepy.

It's like watching a horror drama that kills people and dismemberes corpses, and it's immersive and visual

And Shen Mubai, who was still roasting and roasting on the fire with pig's trotters, suddenly became very ferocious in their minds, like a devil who was crazy on the outside and crazy in his heart, calmly handling the corpses.

The audience who thought of this scene shivered in unison as if they were falling into an ice cave, completely startled by their own wide open brains, and looked at Shen Mubai who was dealing with pig's trotters on the stage, and the look on his face was even more disgusted.

But this scene made many pig's trotter hobby foodies who were watching the live broadcast suddenly ignite a nameless fire in their hearts, crackling in their chests.

You people have no way of knowing how delicious pig's trotters taste!

Whether it's braised or stewed, or cut or stir-fried! It's all delicious! Fat and thin, fat but not greasy, full of collagen, every bite and every chew, is a full of elastic enjoyment on the tip of the tongue!

For those crooked netizens who have a great deal of resistance to pig's trotters and are even worried about being afraid, the attitude of the audience in China is to scoff at them.

It's all the same meat, and it's divided into which ones grow on the stomach and those that grow on the hooves, isn't this hypocrisy?

If you don't love, don't black!

You don't know about pig's trotters! How hard it is not to make it!

Is it because it grows on the flesh of the feet? Do you deserve to be disliked and disgusted?

Everyone is civilized! Don't look at pure trotters with tinted glasses!

The food materials selected for the dishes of Huaxia Kingdom, from pig's head to pig's feet, are all treasures, there is no part that cannot be eaten, and the real good cooking skills are not the use of limited ingredients to create the most delicious and extraordinary dishes of zào, why should they be disliked for no reason!

The pig's trotters must be justified!

Some people criticized Shen Mubai for not deliberately making dishes that crooked nuts are not acceptable in international competitions, and some people began to maliciously speculate that Shen Mubai just has no strength, and the result is a loss anyway, so he wants to use the pig's trotters, which are not big to win, to save some face and avoid criticism.

Although these cynicisms that obviously want to desperately discredit Shen Mubai are all brainless black, they are no match for the high frequency of black, which makes the mousses who love little idols extremely angry.

The person at the center of the incident, Shen Mubai, at this time, leisurely cleaned the pig's trotters, removed the bones and changed the knife, skillfully rolled them into a circle, tied them tightly with white threads, put them into the boiling water with green onions, ginger and cooking wine condiments, and closed the lid.

Not only the audience at the scene, but even the host was stunned, expressing considerable incomprehension and doubts about Shen Mubai's strict practice of tying up the pig's trotters.

"Little contestant No. 111, how did you come up with such a cooking method, and why did you use such an incredible ingredient as a pig's feet?" The host raised the microphone, stretched out to Shen Mubai's side, and temporarily came to a small on-site interview.

Shen Mubai's knife body was chopping the minced meat on the cutting board like a flying shadow, and the fresh meat was cut delicately by the ferocious blade like a storm transiting, and it turned into a lump of meat paste in less than a minute when it was spread on the cutting board. Mix the meat filling with the water chestnuts, ginger and shallots, and diced mushrooms that have already been processed, and make a little seasoning that seems to be casual, but is actually accurate to micrograms, Shen Mubai has a meter in his heart, and the sparse salt, pepper, cooking wine and corn starch are like scattered flowers from top to bottom, after a thorough kneading, they are completely integrated into the ingredients, penetrating into the inside of the meat balls, and slowly forming a series of wonderful chemical reactions.

Taking advantage of the host's various grinding, curious and novel around him, he finally couldn't help but ask, the meat dumplings in Shen Mubai's hands had all been kneaded, and wrapped in a layer of golden egg liquid, heated the oil in a large pot, and was about to start frying in the pot.

Hearing this, he turned his head slightly and replied very calmly and calmly: "Isn't this someone saying that Chinese cuisine is fried in addition to frying?" I'm going to change the way I cook now. ”

As he spoke, a contemptuous sneer overflowed from the corner of his lips, and this action made the color on Jin Haoan's face on the opposite side suddenly colorful, and it was very good-looking.

As for why he chose the pig's trotters, to be honest, it was just because Shen Mubai wanted to eat it, when he used to live with Shen's mother and Grandpa Shen on Wutou Mountain, every festival, no matter how difficult the conditions at home were, Shen's mother would present the family with a plate of carefully made crystal hooves, and the smooth and refreshing hoof meat was dipped in a little specially blended sauce, which was simply delicious.

The refreshing and elastic taste and delicious taste gradually became vivid and attractive in Shen Mubai's mind at this moment, making him look at the strange eyes of others, and subconsciously chose fresh pig's trotters that looked beautiful in color among all the meat ingredients.

At first glance, it is a pig's trotter unloaded from a fat and strong high-quality pig, and the condition is very good!

And in addition, all the ingredients on the show are unconditionally and free of charge, Shen Mubai even let go of his hand to select the best possible ingredients, and knocked the program team well in this regard!

Before the host could react, Shen Mubai rolled the round and large meat dumplings into the hot oil, and in an instant, there was a burst of oil and water bursting sound in the pot, knocking on the iron pot noodles, and the meat dumplings also fluctuated with the high oil temperature, and the dense small oil bubbles surrounded the meat balls in circles as if they wanted to eat and surround it. Soon, the outer layer of the meat ball was fried into a circle of crispy golden brown, and the long chopsticks were used to pluck it in the oil pot, and the meat ball the size of a ping-pong ball suddenly turned over in the oil pot and swirled, drawing a perfect arc, turning the bottom of the head upside down, and continuing to fry.

It didn't take long for the fully fried meat balls to be placed on a large white porcelain plate with precipitated oil, poured with a layer of oil-consuming sauce, and a plate of fried lion's head was placed on the cupboard hot, and the smell of the meat that emanated from the frying was still left in the air.

The brown sauce rolled down from the top of the lion's head, and slumped on the porcelain-white plate with a "pop", leaving a little thick trace, although it was drizzled with a thick layer of sauce, but the surface of the lion's head, which was neatly stacked with meat dumplings, still had a golden, crispy shell, as if a protective layer isolated the soft inner meat filling, locking in all the moisture and fragrant fragrance.

I don't know what it would be like to bite down on the lion's head

At this moment, apart from Shen Mubai, the closest person to this freshly baked delicacy is the host. Like most of the audience, he is now trying to suppress his heart-wrenching appetite, and even force himself to hold his breath to prevent the hook-like aroma from rushing into his nostrils—

What if you can't hold your desires/desires for a second! What an unbearable little goblin!

And the host secretly slandered Shen Mubai, who was a "little goblin", has already begun to prepare the next dish non-stop, taking the tender pork that has been marinated from the beginning, evenly coated with egg liquid, then coated with flour, put it in an oil pan, fried until golden brown, and then put in pineapple, meat pieces, sweet and sour sauce, tomato sauce and stir-fry for a while, add a little starch sauce.

Seeing that there were only fifteen minutes left before the allotted time, and hearing the countdown time on the field, Shen Mubai's movements were not in a hurry at all, as if they were driving a tank running tracks on the road of a flat river, but the speed was much faster than those players who were obviously in a hurry.

Soon, Shen Mubai, who was one in terms of efficiency, almost finished another dish, and finally sprinkled some green pepper slices, and after continuing to heat for a while, he calmly started the pot and put it on the plate.

Ten minutes after the end of the game, Shen Mubai fished out the pig's trotters that were still boiling in boiling water. After dozens of minutes of boiling, the pig's trotters seemed to be bleached with a deeper layer, and the meat began to show a translucent pectin texture like pudding in the light, as if it could move tremblingly and swing with two plucks with your hand.

I don't know if it will taste as smooth as pudding jelly, and it will be smooth and smooth to the throat.

Many viewers who watched the live broadcast thought so.