The cooking hall was brightly lit, and next to the cooking table in the center, Wang Ming turned off the flames, reached out and took the wooden mat on the side, carefully picked up the clay pot, and placed it on the mat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After being heated for a long time, only when placed on a wooden mat can the clay pot still maintain its own high temperature, and it is not easy to crack the clay pot under the alternation of hot and cold, thus losing the flavor and juice of the dishes inside.

Many eyes were on Wang Ming, for this cooking method of Mao's braised pork, even some chefs who had worked in the cooking association for several years felt a little novel, and under the gaze of everyone, the waiter quickly walked over, picked up the wooden board under the sand pot, and walked over to Shi Tiancheng and others above the sofa seat on the right.

"I don't know how the braised pork can be cooked in a clay pot, and the appearance is scattered, it will look like a master-level practice."

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and this practice is estimated to be a local practice from somewhere among the people, and it is difficult to get into the elegant hall."

"But then again, the courage is commendable, if ordinary people stand in that position, and Vice President Gao and Shi Lao personally watch and wait, if there is no real material in their hands, they don't have the courage to stand on the central conditioning table so indifferently, so, no matter what this dish looks like, this is also an experience, and it is very rare for this Wang Ming."

Watching the dishes being served to the table in front of the sofa seat on the right, some people began to whisper among the onlookers, and on the stands, Ge Yong's eyes were full of sarcasm that could not be concealed, Wang Ming's whole process of cooking braised pork was in his eyes, and when he saw this local method, he couldn't help but set off a mean arc on his face.

Cheng Liang, who is not far from Ge Yong, is different, watching Wang Ming choose a clay pot to cook braised pork, and when the pork belly is fried, Cheng Liang's eyes will light up slightly, if it is fried, it will maximize the melting of the fat part, but the lean part will be relatively dry, and the control of oil temperature and the texture of raw materials must reach a very professional point, and it can even be said that it is a little harsh.

Under the gaze of many eyes, Wang Ming quickly cleaned up the cooking table, looked at the last ingredient in the crisper box, and immediately the corners of his mouth spread out a touch of arc.

"Wensi Tofu... It seems that this old gentleman really wants to study my knife skills. Wang Ming stood beside the cooking table, reached out and took the raw materials such as chicken breast and lactone tofu in the box, and carefully checked them.

At the same time, above the sofa seat on the right, Shi Tiancheng's eyes were full of interest, feeling the burst of high temperature coming from the clay pot, and the soldier in military uniform on the side stretched out his chopsticks, lightly put them into the air outlet above the clay pot, and carefully picked them off.

The crimson flame quietly bypassed, releasing the heat at the same time, lingering on the top of the braised pork, making the juice on it sizzle, and a peculiar meat aroma rose along the heat, making the eyes of Vice President Gao next to him light up slightly, and under the gaze of everyone, the swirling red flame flickered on and off, and finally gradually dissipated.

"It turns out that the flame has not been extinguished, this cooking method is interesting, a bit with the help of wine cooking, it seems that this little guy still knows a little, but he just doesn't know what it tastes like." Shi Tiancheng said secretly in his heart, looking at the red and fragrant braised pork in the sand pot, the soup was still sizzling, the triangular slices of green and red peppers and the garlic fried to golden brown were scattered among them, wrapped in a thin and crystalline soup.

Shi Tiancheng picked up the chopsticks in front of him, stirred gently, looked at the braised pork evenly wrapped in soup, picked up a piece, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, and then, with a smile on his face, put it into his mouth.

In the entrance of the braised pork, the hot feeling first stimulated Shi Tiancheng's sensory nerves, making him gently gasp a breath of cold air, neutralizing the hot feeling above, and at the same time, the evenly wrapped layer of fragrant soup scattered, stimulating his taste buds, making the expression on Shi Tiancheng's face stiffen slightly.

The taste of the soup is extremely delicious, faintly with a hint of garlic aroma bypassed, the taste of caramel is controlled just right, with chewing, the feeling of teeth penetrating the skin of the meat is slightly elastic, and the texture of the skin of the meat is very well grasped and very chewy.

And when the teeth pierced the fleshy layer, the thin layer of fat part of the three layers of pork belly quietly crossed a soup that was extremely fragrant, and almost the moment it touched the tip of the tongue, it melted, faintly with a trace of the fresh fragrance of green and red peppers, so that he could not feel a trace of fatty taste, as for the lean part, it was crispy and fragrant, and there was a subtle spicy taste entwined in it, which made Shi Tiancheng's chewing speed stagnate slightly, and then there was a trace of waves on his face.

"This..."Shi Tiancheng was shocked in his heart, this Mao's braised pork, in addition to not having a good shape, almost showed the essence of this dish, the crispy and fragrant meat, the refreshing and elastic teeth of the meat skin, the crystal degree of the soup and the neutralization and concealment of the fatty part, all of which have been perfectly reflected.

The most commendable thing is that the fat part of the three layers of pork belly is cooked again after frying, which makes the fat part become a delicious soup that melts in your mouth, and you can't feel the fat layer on the braised pork at all, which makes the quality of the whole dish quietly improve to a higher level.

"How did he do it?" The expression on Shi Tiancheng's face remained indifferent, but he was already surprised to the limit in his heart, looking at Wang Ming's figure on the central conditioning table, a smile gradually appeared on Shi Tiancheng's face, and he swallowed the delicious braised pork in his mouth quietly.

"Old guy, you taste..."Pushing the braised pork in front of him aside, Shi Tiancheng looked at Gao Bingliang with his eyes, and said with a smile, and as his voice fell, Vice President Gao nodded, and immediately picked up a piece of braised pork, blew it, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm..."The entrance of the braised pork, the fresh and fragrant hot taste, made Gao Bingliang directly make a slight sound, and the pair of cloudy eyes also had a moment of brightness, and the expression on his face instantly became exciting, and with the chewing, the fatty part of the meat layer turned into juice and flowed out, Vice President Gao's expression suddenly froze, and the taste and texture of the braised pork were completely shocked in a short period of time.

"What a surprise little guy." Gao Bingliang said softly, and Shi Tiancheng on the side also nodded.

"There is also a soup dish, Wensi Tofu, this dish has very strict requirements for knife skills, and this little guy learned from Wei Tianxiang, and when he was young, he could be called the first knife in Lu cuisine." Shi Tiancheng opened his mouth to speak, and the vice president Gao on the side also nodded slightly, in fact, in the list of recommended personnel this time, he also paid attention to Wang Ming, but when he saw that Wang Ming focused on opening his own store, he didn't pay much attention, and what he didn't expect was that this little guy not only spent his effort to open a store by himself, but also had such a deep insight into the attainments of cooking.

"Wensi Tofu... It's kind of interesting. Gao Bingliang nodded, his somewhat cloudy eyes fell on the huge screen, and the braised pork was pushed back to Shi Tiancheng again, and was eaten by the two soldiers beside him.

"Is it really that delicious..."In the stands, Ge Yong frowned, looked at the two soldiers with their cheeks squirming, and said with some disdain, while Cheng Liang on the side looked at Wang Ming on the central conditioning table thoughtfully when he withdrew his gaze, although the two had no contact, but his intuition told Cheng Liang that the little guy who seemed to be not very old not far in front of him was not so simple.

In the midst of the many eyes, Wang Ming also checked the last raw material, and when he took a light breath, he grabbed the No. 7 shiny No. 2 mulberry knife, and gently slashed it at the bottom of the tofu box, revealing the small hole.

Compared to the lacone tofu on the outside, this lacone tofu is tougher, and the snow-white tofu releases its tender texture when it shakes slightly.

The No. 2 mulberry knife in Wang Ming's hand quietly crossed an arc, gently fell and then spread out, and then the wrist retracted, and the shiny No. 2 mulberry knife was like a fine white silk thread, suddenly slicing the skin above the tofu gently.

As soon as the knife fell, the speed in Wang Ming's hand suddenly increased, and the shiny No. 2 mulberry knife was like a fish in water in his hand, like a double-edged knife, constantly flashing back and forth rapidly, and the speed was so fast that people gradually had a dazzling feeling.

"What a weird knife technique..."Vice President Gao's eyes shrank slightly, and his cloudy gaze stared at the top of the huge screen, while Shi Tiancheng sighed lightly in some surprise and did not speak.

In the stands, nearly 100 eyes looked closely at Wang Ming on the central conditioning platform, the latter's extremely fast knife technique made them lose the trajectory of Wang Ming's knife.

When the knife was quickly withdrawn again, Wang Ming took a deep breath, although this Floating Spirit Knife was miraculous, it was very demanding on the coordination of the body, the strength and flexibility of the wrist, and even the fineness of the vision.

With the retraction of the last knife, the thin slices of tofu began to slide down quietly and evenly, and the lactone tofu that appeared on Wang Mingdun was like a dense small step, with a crystal white and tender touch, which made many people secretly frightened.

"This guy's knife skills... It's scary. (To be continued.) )