In this competition, even if there was no comparison of the length of time, just the thickness and uniformity of the shredded potatoes cut by the master of Lu cuisine and the god of food, the god of food also had a steady upper hand, not to mention the extremely cool speed of cutting shredded potatoes of the god of food. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Blazing speed! Many people still can't believe that it only took more than ten seconds for the God of Food to cut the potatoes just now, and it takes a lot of time to flip the potatoes!

They watched and watched the video over and over again, and then whispered over and over again that the God of Food's divine sword skills were skilled.

Lin Longxiang of Longxiang Hotel was so excited that he exclaimed on the spot: "My master is the best!" I'll just say that I didn't worship the wrong Master! He also pointed to his nose in front of the reporter's camera and said, "I, Lin Longxiang, am the great apprentice of the God of Food, and my master is teaching me how to cut noodles!" ”

After cutting the shredded potatoes, the god of food walked very indifferently in front of Master Lu Cai, and reached out to pinch out several thin and uneven shredded potatoes from the shredded potatoes cut out by the other party: "You hesitated when you cut these few knives, in fact, if you are familiar with the knife, the handy knife is the same as our hands, you can do whatever you want, you shouldn't hesitate just now." ”

Master Lu Cai nodded ashamedly to show that he was taught: "You are right, I was really nervous just now. ”

The god of food smiled, reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, and said in the tone of an elder to a junior: "Actually, it's already very good that you have done this, come on, young man!" ”

"Thank you!" Master Lu nodded vigorously, and his neck was red with excitement. He is forty or fifty years old this year, and the God of Food looks more like a young man in his early twenties, but Master Lu Cai didn't notice this because he was too excited.

"So, do we still have to test our stir-fry skills?" The god of food asked softly.

Master Lu Cai was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No need, I can't practice your knife skills even if I practice for another ten years, although Lu Cai's knife skills are not the most important, but I know that people with strong knife skills will not make bad dishes." ”

The God of Food nodded, and turned his head to look at another master not far away: "This is a Sichuan chef, right?" Sichuan cuisine is the first major cuisine in the world. What do you do best? ”

"Let's boil the pork slices, my customers say it's the best." The Sichuan chef said with a big belly and a smile.

The God of Food nodded: "Then let's do this." ”

So, in full view of everyone, the god of food and the Sichuan chef stood in front of the two small stoves respectively and lit the fire.

The ingredients have already been prepared, and there is no need to try any knife skills or anything like that - the Sichuan chef knows very well that the magic knife skills that the God of Food has just performed are already invincible in the world!

The Sichuan chef was cooking one by one, and soon, the audience had already seen that the Sichuan chef was extremely skilled, and every time he grabbed something with his hands, it seemed that he had weighed it, and every step was like a food show on TV, which was very textbook-like.

"I've seen this master on TV." I don't know who muttered, but Li Nanqing, who had sharp ears, heard it.

As a result, Xiao Hei and Li Nanqing hid to the side and whispered to discuss whether the God of Food could win each other's game.

"Don't worry, God of Food, if you can let a junior in the mortal world win, then where will he put his face?" Xiao Hei patted his chest and packed the ticket.

"I knew he was going to win, and I was guessing where he was going to win. Is it the taste or something else. Li Nanqing guessed.

So Xiao Hei and Li Nanqing shrank under the table and guessed, several meters away from the audience watching the God of Food, unaware......

After the base is fried, put the meat belly into slices and put it in the pot, slightly shape, and stir it into the pot with a spoon. When the meat was almost ready, the two chefs took out the meat from the pot and put it in a porcelain basin, and then the two began to heat the oil and pour oil on top of the meat.

I have to say that the God of Food and the Sichuan cuisine master are both master-level, and the skillful techniques on the scene alone, the movements like flowing clouds and water are quite appreciative. After pouring the oil, the aroma of the boiled meat slices is poured with hot oil, and the house is full of fragrance! provoked the audience to swallow their saliva vigorously.

"The movements of the two are almost identical. The only difference is that the food master seems to have taken something out of his arms and put it in the dish. May I ask the God of Food, what do you put in the dish? A reporter at the scene excitedly poked the interview rod into the chin of the god of food.

"My homemade seasonings taste better and taste better when you put them in. I plan to discuss with my boss about the exclusive secret formula and see when it will be officially put into mass production. "The god of food is very familiar with this opportunity to make a fierce advertisement. Li Nanqing estimates that after the end of this God of Food competition, the God of Food brand seasoning package will be popular all over the world.

Li Nanqing felt that his waist bag was swelling, bulging, and ...... Anyway, he thinks he's quite happy at the moment.

"Brother Nanqing, you're so lucky." Xiao Hei said enviously.

"It's just luck!" Li Nanqing said modestly.

While the two were bragging, the God of Food and the Sichuan chef had already presented their respective dishes in front of the audience. Spontaneously (in fact, a swarm) of spectators pounced on it and rushed to eat it.

In less than a minute, the hot, spicy and delicious boiled pork slices that the two had just made were still flooding up.

"Which is better?" The interview rod in the reporter's hand once again poked the chin of the audience who was answering the aftertaste.

"He's delicious." The audience pointed to the god of food and said: "The boiled pork slices he made have a strange taste, which reminds me of my childhood, my mother, and a lot." I felt like I was going to cry. ”

Another viewer: "It's better to drop it on his forehead, and I don't know what's wrong with it, so I put it on his forehead to drop delicious." After speaking, he pointed to the slightly embarrassed Sichuan chef next to him: "He's late at night, but it's not as late as him!" The finger finally pointed back to the god of food.

"The gap is too big. Although the Sichuan chef's is already the best boiled pork slice I've ever tasted, the chef's is obviously more delicious and makes me taste more. ”

The Sichuan chef took a spoon and scooped up a little soup at the end, put it in his mouth and chirped it a few times, his eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at the god of food: "Have you enlarged the shell?" ”

As soon as the three words "big shell" appeared, not only Li Nanqing and Xiao Hei instantly understood what the other party was referring to, but even the reporter and all the viewers were dumbfounded.

There is an unwritten rule of the dark world in the restaurant industry, and some unscrupulous restaurant operators often secretly put "ingredients" in their meals in order to attract more diners. The so-called "big shell" in the mouth of the Sichuan chef is one of them.

The god of food smiled: "The big shell hurts the body, and I make up for it with this thing." ”

Although the God of Food Master gave an explanation, everyone present was still skeptical, and the reporter in charge of the interview also began to discuss something with the cameraman.

The scene seems to be getting a little out of hand......

"Humph! Michelin's heart is not dead! Lin Longxiang snorted. He was born in the seventies, and many of his mantras are very characteristic of the times.