Jiang Tianyang felt the cooking skills and looked for life, and at the same time stretched out his hand to serve a bowl to the one who dared to come up to eat crabs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

White porridge into the bowl, into the eyes is a thick and simple feeling, he is not as thin as other porridge, is a thick whole, just a glance can see how real this bowl of porridge is.

The color is not milky white, but with a hint of yellow, which makes people feel very warm when they see it.

The smell of porridge spread quickly, and it immediately reached the nose of the buddy who was angry with others.

Hungry.

Hunger.

I want to drink porridge.

This is all the thoughts in his mind now, what is not dealing with others, what is voting, what is the chef competition, in the eyes of this buddy is nothing at all, he wants to drink porridge now, and the bowl of porridge in Jiang Tianyang's hand is left in his head.

If you want to say that Jiang Tianyang is good at everything, he is too obsessed with cooking, no, people are waiting for the kung fu, Jiang Tianyang can't help but forget about the competition, he opened his mouth and took a bite of the white porridge in his hand.

At the entrance of the white porridge, Jiang Tianyang did not swallow it in a hurry, and the white porridge covered the entire mouth.

Jiang Tianyang closed his eyes, intoxicated by the fragrance of white porridge, soft in the mouth, as if it was the feeling of first love, fragrant, sweet, Jiang Tianyang was conquered by the taste of white porridge.

It's too smooth, the Chinese people have always been tired of eating, for an ancient civilization, all kinds of spiritual enjoyment are the pursuit of the ultimate, Wang Gang's white porridge is simply to give full play to this essence to the extreme, the mellow aroma of soybeans, the smoothness of millet, the sweetness of rice, blended together, with the taste of the original ingredients, filled Jiang Tianyang's various appetites.

It is simply a holy product in breakfast, not greasy, simple, this bowl of white porridge is not only a simple food, he entrusts the Chinese people with the most simple tradition, industrious and simple, true, all the beauty, all the thoughts, as if depicted in this bowl of porridge.

Jiang Tianyang felt that he was not drinking porridge now, but tasting the historical precipitation of Huaxia, an ancient civilization.

This kind of pride that is extremely thick makes Jiang Tianyang can't help but shed tears.

Everyone commented on the competition, whether it was the participating chefs or the guest judges, everyone's eyes were on Wang Gang's table.

The camera crew of the competition also gave the lens to Wang Gang.

Jiang Tianyang cried like this, but he couldn't shock everyone.

The little old man sitting in the first place was immediately angry, and he couldn't help but stand up and said, "He, how dare they do this." ”

Xie Anyang said speechlessly: "Why doesn't he dare to do this, for the sake of hype, this group of people has no shame." ”

Zou Mingyuan's face sank like water, and he turned his head to a staff member behind him and said: "Xiao Zhang, you go and inform the referee, just say that our main guests are indignant at this kind of bad hype, and decide to disqualify this group and let them leave." ”

No one objected to Zou Mingyuan this time, and they were now completely angry.

Make 30 pots of porridge at a time.

Use knife tricks to attract attention.

Shout with a loudspeaker.

The chef himself cried first.

Who are these people, what do they think of the Chef God Competition, it's simply unreasonable.

Not to mention the decision of the Chefs Association.

The buddy who was waiting for porridge next to Wang Gang was shocked by Jiang Tianyang and didn't want it.

Nima, buddy was planning to drink this bowl of porridge with the taste of elixir before he came just now, you are awesome, you drank all the tears directly, you can't shoot at me, you can't do it, I vote for you.

Yes, this guy didn't expect Jiang Tianyang, who was crying bitterly, to serve porridge to himself, he picked up a small bowl by himself, dug a spoon with a spoon, and served himself a bowl.

Just now, he was shocked by the taste of white porridge when he was far away, and now that the white porridge is in the bowl, the charm of the white porridge is fully exerted.

This guy didn't care about the heat of the white porridge at all, so he immediately took a bite of the bowl.

Fragrant.

Soft.

Massiness.

A variety of taste senses bring this guy into a mysterious artistic conception.

Pop, a tear fell into the bowl, and this guy was also moved to cry.

It took more than ten seconds for this guy to open his eyes.

He held the bowl tightly in his hand and couldn't help but shout at the audience, "It's so delicious." ”

His voice was shocking and crying, mainly because everyone at the scene was attracted by Wang Gang's group, everyone was waiting for this buddy's reaction, all of them were quiet, no one expected him to shout such a loud voice.

The cameramen in the camera crew are also wonderful people, they don't care if you are hyped or really delicious, everyone focuses their cameras on this guy.

"It's delicious, my mom, it's delicious."

Yes, this buddy comes and goes, his mind is empty now, in front of the white porridge with such a heavy feeling, who still remembers the buddy who ate meat buns just now, who still remembers what gorgeous words.

Wang Gang was very satisfied with their reaction, but no, the cooking skills given by the system can be seen from the perspective of ordinary people, this buddy's reaction Wang Gang gave him full marks.

Wang Gang grinned and said, "Dude, it's not over yet, you just drank porridge, you haven't tasted my side dishes yet, I'll add some pickles to you." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Tianyang shivered first.

He said in his heart, my brother, are you called pickles? You're called a pimple, okay.

The buddy who drank the porridge also had a dodgy face, he hadn't jumped out of the surprise of the white porridge yet, you asked me to gnaw on the pickle lumps, isn't this looking for excitement. But there is a good saying, eating people's mouths is not short, this guy drank such a delicious white porridge, he was shocked in his heart, don't want it, isn't it just to gnaw on a pickle gnocchi, just with this bowl of porridge, buddy admitted.

He walked to Wang Gang's console, wiped away his tears and said: "This chef, no, this assistant, please cut a small piece for me, your porridge is indeed delicious in the world, but you can't let me gnaw on the pickle gnocchi, after all, everyone is watching it." ”

But no, everyone is paying attention to this, and some viewers heard Wang Gang's suggestion, and many people didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Hey, you can cry when you drink porridge, you are a child, you are a child, you are a child, you can eat pickles, it's so funny."

"Nibbling pickles, I'm going to watch the live broadcast of nibbling pickles."

"This trust has to increase his salary today, the acting is so good, they shouldn't come to the Chef God Competition, they should go to filming.

Everyone talked about it, but they all felt that they were a little too much, and everyone was not disgusted by the proper publicity, but you were crying and screaming when you played such a hand, it was a little not very solemn, wasn't it.

At this time, Xiao Zhang of the Chef Association also said hello to the referee of the competition, although the referee was a little reluctant, but Wang Gang's approach to their group did violate the solemnity of the Chef God Competition.

However, the black cauldron referee was not ready to carry it on his back, he handed the microphone to Xiao Zhang and said, "Say it yourself, I can't do this." ”

"Okay, I'll announce that." Xiao Zhang is backed by the Chef Association, so he is not afraid of this difficulty, this is a good opportunity to be courteous.

"Silk Lala"

A loud trumpet sounded.

Xiao Zhang of the Chef Association took the microphone and said: "Everyone, pay attention, now on behalf of the Chef Association, I seriously criticize the improper propaganda methods of the No. 500 contestants, after serious consideration, the main guests unanimously think that the practice of the No. 500 contestants violates the purpose of the Chef God Competition, and now cancel the qualification of the No. 500 contestant Jiang Tianyang and leave the venue." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

The Chef Contest has a long history and has become a traditional event in China, and there are many rules for the competition, but there is absolutely no one that says that the contestants can be disqualified from participating in the competition if they have improper publicity methods.

However, there are also some people who think it's fair, there is no such charter, isn't it because there has never been such a strange thing in the past, who can participate in the competition and go through the audition, which one is not the dragon and phoenix among the people, at least the head chef in the local hotel, no one can do such a shameless thing.

Someone secretly approved of this decision in their hearts.

The other contestants also balanced their hearts, mainly because they also felt that Wang Gang was a bit immoral to canvass for votes like this.

Zou Mingyuan, the president of the Chef Association, also said into the microphone: "This treatment is approved by our main guests and the Chefs Association, and it will take effect now, No. 500 contestant, leave with your assistant." ”

"No, I'm leaving, I'm still thinking about drinking a bowl of porridge!"

"Retreat, let them continue to act, and the chef contest will become street juggling."

"If you don't give them a chance, at least I think his skills should be fine, those basic skills when cooking porridge just now are not possible for ordinary people."

As soon as the decision came out, the audience began to talk about it.

Wang Gang thought in his heart.

Disqualify buddies?

Improper propaganda tactics?

Do you think you guys are really amusing you when they jump up and down just now?

In front of everyone, Wang Gang didn't say anything, and he didn't object to it, he just turned around and patted it lightly at the workbench.

I saw that the radish lumps that were neatly arranged were instantly shocked and jumped, and hundreds of pickle gnocchi suddenly fell apart, and through the force of hitting each other, they were neatly spread all over the operating table.

In the next second, the object that everyone thought was pickle pimple directly turned into a golden dragon in a very impactful way.

The dragon's head is facing the sky, the dragon's whiskers are bearded, the dragon's body is circling, the dragon's grasp is strong, Wang Gang cut the pickles into an even thin line, and the color of various ingredients is naturally matched with a metallic atmosphere, if it weren't for everyone watching Wang Gang cut out with pickle lumps, anyone would think that this is a peerless work carefully carved by an artist on the canvas.

The finishing touch lies in the finishing touch, and Wang Gang's success lies in this finishing touch, pepper and peanut flour are mixed with spices, and the golden color has black eyeballs.

Suddenly, it was a peerless beast, he was angry, he was wild, he was free, as if the golden dragon was going to tear the entire sky in the next second, and he would be reborn.

"Oh my god, this is the golden dragon, I saw the real dragon."

"He, how did he do it?"

"Ku Ding Xie Niu, this is knife work, this is the legendary knife work."

"I'm so surprised, I can't believe I saw such a knife work."

"It's not hype, people are really capable, my mother, when did such a cow come out of the chef world."

"I want porridge, I want to eat pickles."

"Protest, we protest, we are not allowed to disqualify people, I am the first to disagree."

"Hey, hey, hey, the Chefs Association is jealous of the meritocracy, they have shady scenes."

There was a sound of surprise at the scene.

The audience was full of opposition and skepticism.

The Chef Contest was once again disrupted by Wang Gang. (To be continued.) )