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Meijiang Square, on the ring, Wang Ming quickly prepared the rest of the raw materials again, turned around and lit the stove, with the sound of the whistling wind, the flames roared, and everyone in the audience was also a little confused.

"What kind of speed is this horse, this time, the executive chef of Meijiangwan has lost his face."

"Yes, I guess I originally wanted to use the crab to get on the ground, but I didn't expect to be slapped in the face in the first round."

"This is really stealing chickens and rice, pretending not to be forced but being grassed, laughing and crying."

Seeing that the fat chef Mo Bei's face on the stage was flushed, some people among the onlookers began to whisper, and a pair of eyes with an inexplicable meaning fell on Mo Bei, who was still in a nervous match.

In the crowd, Fang resolutely sighed and pulled the neckline up, he could imagine Wang Ming's power, but he didn't expect Wang Ming to be so powerful, at this time, looking at Mobei, who was defeated in the first round, he sighed long and focused on the stage again.

In the ring, Wang Ming skillfully cooked the dishes in the pot, and after a while, the fragrant taste wafted out along the rising heat, and after turning off the flame, the Wensi tofu, which was as thin as a gossamer, was packed in a transparent glassware and was picked up by him, and at this time, the No. 1 kitchen knife in Mobei's hand had just dropped the last knife.

In the ring, Mo Bei's face turned red and looked at the tofu shreds cut out of the basin, perhaps because of the disturbed mood, the thickness of the tofu shreds was mixed, and it was far from the normal performance on weekdays, which made him sigh and walk off the ring with a wry smile in his head.

"Shh......h

Watching Mobei walk out of the ring, there was a burst of strong boos among the onlookers, so that the only remaining fluorescent light in Meijiang Bay also dissipated under Mobei's abnormal play.

In the ring, Lin Lao looked at Wensi Tofu in front of him with a smile, the spoon in his hand poked out, scooped it out, put it to his mouth and blew it, and sent it into his mouth unhurriedly.

"The knife skills are fine, the soup is fragrant and mellow, the tofu is soft and mellow, and it melts in your mouth." Lin Lao commented with a smile, and his mouth was filled with the mellow fragrance unique to Wensi Tofu, which made him nod frequently.

"Little guy, your craft, looking at the entire Dongjiang younger generation, should really be able to be said to be the first deservedly, even the older generation of chefs have the qualifications to compete, amazing."

Lin Lao said with a smile, as his voice fell, Wang Ming waved his hand and played haha with Lin Lao, and while the two were chatting, under the ring, one person stood out again and slowly walked up to the ring.

"Tin foil bubble fish."

The person on stage was a young man, about twenty-one or twelve years old, with slightly dark skin and a face full of fortitude.

"Defender, Crab Sky and Crab Land Chef Wang Ming."

"The beater, Han Fei, the head chef of Xiangjiang Restaurant."

Seeing that the young man had chosen the dishes, the waiters in the ring quickly prepared the raw materials, and after each of them retreated, Yu Hai cleared his throat and said to the audience, and as his voice fell, Wang Ming stood up, withdrew his gaze from Mo Fei's body with an indifferent face, and stopped in front of the pier in the middle of the march.

"This Han Fei is also smart, he should have seen the disgrace of Mobei's knife skills competition before, so he chose the bubble fish with slightly lower requirements for knife skills."

Wang Ming secretly said in his heart, he was able to quickly stand out from every ten people in the audience, and his own sword skills already had a certain foundation, and the reason why he used his sword skills to quickly defeat Mobei was not only deterrent, but also because Wang Ming knew Meijiangwan's true thoughts.

And in Wang Ming's deep groaning, Yu Hai's voice also came again, Wang Ming turned sideways and looked at Han Fei, who had slightly dark skin beside him, the latter did not have the slightest panic on his face, and the No. 1 kitchen knife in his hand was held steadily, the knife was steady and accurate, and the technique was skillful, which made Wang Ming also nod secretly.

Looking at Han Fei's calm knife technique and steady personality, the corners of Wang Ming's mouth rose, and then, when he turned around, the No. 2 mulberry knife on the pier was grabbed by him without any warning, and between the flashes of the knife, the two sides of the slaughtered Guiyu on the pier had already been marked with uniform knife marks.

Wang Ming's speed is so fast, almost less than three seconds, looking at the audience There was an uproar, for Wang Ming's almost miraculous knife skills, most foodies and chefs also stayed for a few seconds, in their cooking career, they can practice knife skills to this realm, and such a young chef, second to none, is only Wang Ming.

This kind of knife technique has made everyone present unreachable, and this knife technique alone has made many chefs who have made a special trip sigh in their hearts, and there is no longer the slightest dissatisfaction with Wang Ming's ability to win the championship of this cooking competition.

Above the ring, Han Fei did not show the same surprise as others at Wang Ming's amazing knife technique, he still took the ingredients in his hand seriously, and after skillfully adding the ingredients for pickling, he began to pack the iron plate tin foil, and this scene fell in Wang Ming's eyes, which made him more sure of Han Fei's ability.

The contest between the two is no longer like a competition, but in each of them to show their own cooking skills, as the guiyu is wrapped in tin foil, on the small stove, under the light blue flame rising, the two almost at the same time to complete the action in their hands.

Under the stands, thousands of eyes watched, and Wang Ming and Han Fei stood next to their respective small stoves, paying close attention to the changes in the tin foil above, the most important thing in this dish is the pickling and heat, the amount of soybean flour and the scorching heat directly affect the quality of the dish.

Time passed, on the small stove, the light blue flame kept jumping, the butter on the baking tray mixed with the smell of green peppers and shredded onions, the sizzling fragrance began to diffuse, and a faint aroma rose in the middle of it, so that people who were closer could smell it.

Under the gaze of everyone, the flat tin foil gradually warmed up as the temperature rose, and began to show signs of agitation, and the smell of fragrance began to diffuse from the holes at the bottom of the tin foil.

Wang Ming put some butter in his hand again, there was a sizzling sound on the iron plate, the temperature in the tin foil gradually increased, and under the drumming, it gradually became a small leather ball, and the rich fragrance mixed with the taste of soybean flour being roasted and heated constantly stimulated his taste buds.

"It's finished."

When the tin foil ball bulged up, Wang Ming turned off the flame completely, took the iron plate down and put it on the wooden board on the side, and walked over to the position where Lin Lao was, at the same time, the bubble fish in Han Fei's hand was also roasted, and he glanced sideways at Wang Ming, who walked past him, and also turned off the flame.

Many eyes looked at the two people who finished the dishes in their hands, although they couldn't eat it, almost everyone could be sure that the dishes wrapped in it must be very delicious.

On the right side of the front of the ring, the smile on Lin Lao's face was like a blooming chrysanthemum, facing the dishes that were brought over, Lin Lao's smile was not broken, and at this moment, with two identical dishes placed in front of him again, the chopsticks in Lin Lao's hand were grabbed by him, and he was about to stick to the tin foil, and at this moment, Wang Ming stretched out his hand and blocked Lin Lao's movements.

"Don't worry, Lin Lao, let's try that one first." Wang Ming said with a smile, pointing to the bubble fish that Han Fei put aside, and as his voice fell, Lin Lao was slightly stunned, and then nodded.

For the same dish, if the quality is almost the same, many people will have preconceived ideas, Wang Ming knows this, Lin Lao knows, and Han Fei, as a chef, also knows it, and therefore, after Wang Ming's voice fell, Han Fei was also stunned, but he didn't say anything.

The chopsticks in his hand lightly dotted on the bulging tin foil, and the moment the hot air jet shot out, a strong fragrance flowed up along the hot air, making the chopsticks in Lin Lao's hand involuntarily constrict, and the fragrance brought by the surging air flow, even Yu Hai on the side, and even the few people closest to the stands, also cast their eyes.

"It's a fragrant taste, this Han Fei seems to have a unique insight into cooking."

Yu Hai said secretly in his heart, his eyes moved and fell on Wang Ming who was not far away, after seeing the indifferent expression on Wang Ming's face, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief silently, and no one noticed that at this moment, when everyone's eyes fell on the stage, below the ring, among the ten contestants in the last wave, there was a man with a mask on his face and a strange demeanor suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and the fragrance on the tip of his nose made him swallow his saliva, and then, the kitchen knife in his hand suddenly moved, when the sound sounded, The raw materials on the pier are cut in an eye-catching way.

The man's peculiar shape and outfit instantly attracted the attention of some people, but because most people's minds were attracted by the stage, after the man won, it did not cause much movement.

At the same time, on the ring, Lin Lao stretched out his chopsticks with a smile, and gradually broke a piece of tin foil, and in the heat rising inside, Lin Lao's chopsticks poked out, and when he came out again, there was a piece of snow-white and delicate fish meat on it, which was put into his mouth, and with the sipping of the tip of his tongue, a fresh and smooth fish fragrance suddenly permeated his mouth.

"Okay."

Lin Lao opened his mouth and said, the chopsticks in his hand reached out again, nodding frequently during the tasting, looking at Han Fei's gaze, there was also a hint of appreciation.

After taking two mouthfuls of fish meat, taking the water in the teacup on the side, and rinsing his mouth, Lin Lao changed the chopsticks in his hand to a pair, and once again gently tied the tin foil on the bubble fish made by Wang Ming, and suddenly, a rich fragrance that was not inferior to Han Fei's works spread with the heat overflowing, but it was only a few breaths of time, although there was still hot air rising, but the fragrance became much stronger, and this, at the moment when Han Fei noticed it, the face that had been ancient and waveless quietly changed, and then, For the first time, his eyes fell on Wang Ming's body seriously.

"The fragrance is restrained..." (To be continued.) )