Boiling water cabbage is a clear soup dish, the taste is light and refreshing, Feng Fengchen naturally understands these, and he took out the spicy-based mapo tofu for the rich and elegant taste of this dish. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Sichuan cuisine has the saying that there is one dish and one style, and one hundred dishes and one hundred flavors, and the flavor of each dish is different, and there is no contradiction between each other, and naturally there will be no such thing as taste blockade.

"What are you going to cook?" That piece of tofu can't do much! Seiichiro said knowingly, just curious about how the other party planned to use such ingredients for cooking.

"Humph!" Facing Seiichiro's temptation, Feng Fengchen snorted lightly: "There are only chefs who can't work hard at home, and there are no ingredients that can't be cooked!" ”

"Want to know what I cook, hehe! You'll find out in a moment! Feng Fengchen showed a mysterious smile to the other party: "I also cook Sichuan cuisine!" Let's look forward to the results! ”

After that, he stopped paying attention to anything other than his own cooking, and began to get busy with his head down.

Seiichiro sighed boredly, his curiosity was seduced, only to be ruthlessly destroyed by the other party, this feeling was really annoying, pouting, and he began to focus on his own food.

As the three of them began to cook, a momentum spread throughout the kitchen, competing with each other, forming a three-legged situation, and no one planned to give in here.

They glanced at each other's positions, looking at the ingredients chosen by their opponents, and each had a rough guess about the food that the other two were cooking.

Feng Yuchen and Seiichiro are all Sichuan cuisine, and Ishishi Hui, who is aware of this, feels the difficulty of this culinary duel, the dishes made by these two people have their own characteristics, occupying light and spicy, so that he doesn't know what kind of food to use to break the blockade line that the two have inadvertently formed.

If he wants to break through the blockade of the two's cuisine, Isshihui must come up with a dish with a unique taste, otherwise he can only be compared by the two, and he will naturally not be willing to end up with such an ending.

Seeing that the two of them were using vegetarian ingredients, Isshiki Hui, who knew this, thought of a dish that would allow him to break through the blockade of the two.

Wellington's steak, a dish with typical Western characteristics, can be found in the kitchen, and if it is made, it will probably allow him to break the current deadlock!

"Mapo tofu?"

Feng Fengchen's actions made Seiichiro smack his tongue, the frozen tofu had lost its smooth and tender taste, the other party knew this and actually planned to make mapo tofu, he couldn't guess what kind of food Feng Fengyuchen would come up with in the end.

The six flavors of numb, spicy, fresh, fragrant, tender and hot are the essence of mapo tofu......

Without these two flavors, the resulting dish can only be regarded as a failure.

"Wellington steak! Good choice! Looking at the ingredients selected by Isshiki, Seiichiro showed a hint of approval, being able to see his own and that little ghost's cuisine clearly in such a short period of time, and come up with a dish that does not have a conflicting flavor, such an eye and knowledge of cuisine are far beyond the level of ordinary chefs!

"Ahem, ahem!"

Suddenly, a spicy breath full of violence suddenly exploded, instantly enveloping the entire space!

Seiichiro put the processed cabbage into a bamboo steamer to boil, and suddenly an extremely choking spicy smell swept through the kitchen, and he didn't have to look back to know that the source of this pungent spicy smell was who else could there be besides the wind and rain morning!

The unique pungent smell of authentic Sichuan pepper scorched the air like a fire, and a wave of heat spread in the distance to all directions, so that the great Mido Fumio, who was not very far away, was forced to leave his original position, this smell of violence was simply the same as force, the difference was only aimed at people's sense of smell!

At this moment, the wind and rain are stir-frying bright red chili peppers, under the churning of the Chinese cauldron, the chili peppers in the pot look like a burning flame, and the incomparably violent smell is spreading to the surroundings in a crushing manner.

Sichuan cuisine is also taught in Yuanyue, among which the deepest study of Sichuan cuisine is the Jiu I Zhaoji, who is famous for cooking Sichuan cuisine, and each of his opponents is defeated under his own kind of Sichuan cuisine full of violence.

"Is this kid going to kill me?" The face of the big Mido Wenxu, who retreated to the door, was a little ugly, and she was a little afraid when she looked at the food prepared by the wind and rain.

It's not that she hasn't eaten Sichuan cuisine, but it's all Sichuan cuisine that deliberately reduces the spiciness, which is different from what is cooked in Fengyuchen now, looking at the chili pepper that is like a flame, Damido Wenxu began to fall into deep thought.

The tofu is frozen, and as several others have guessed, the texture of the ingredients is no longer functional, and the resulting food can only be unpalatable.

Feng Fengchen has his own considerations, as long as the frozen tofu is handled properly, it can still show its original deliciousness.

Besides, the seven-flavor mapo tofu he was going to cook was originally frozen tofu as the main ingredient.

The thawed tofu is covered with tiny holes, and the tender material has aged, making it a discarded ingredient no matter how you look at it.

The seven-flavor mapo tofu dish was inadvertently developed by Feng Fengchen, and of course it is also his own recipe, except for him, no one else may be able to make this dish.

It's not that his cooking skills are high, others can't reach this level.

In addition to cooking skills, you also need to have profound knife skills, and if you can't have both skills, the resulting dish will be unpalatable.

The entire kitchen still has the energy to pay attention to other people, and only the judge Fumio Omido, and Seiichiro, who is about to finish the cooking, their eyes are focused on Feng Fengchen's side, and they don't care about Isshiki's actions, after all, the Wellington steak made by Isshikimi is not an inscrutable dish.

All the preparations have been completed, Feng Fengchen finally set his sights on the main ingredient, the tofu, the key to the whole dish is here, and there is no chance for him to try again if he goes wrong.

Looking at the tofu on the pier, Feng Fengchen's expression became solemn, holding the kitchen knife tightly in his right hand, waving along the meridians of the tofu.

There was no peculiar scene, and as with the normal way of handling ingredients, the blade rose and fell on the tofu, and after a while, the whole piece of tofu was divided into countless particles, boxy, and almost the same size, at least with the naked eye.

This seemingly ordinary way of dealing with it, in the eyes of the two people who paid attention to Feng Fengchen's actions, a trace of consternation flashed in their eyes, and the place where each knife fell was amazingly consistent, just like a machine, without the slightest mistake.

"Whew......!" After the tofu was processed, Feng Fengchen breathed a sigh of relief, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he hadn't made this dish for a long time, but fortunately there were no mistakes!