Wu Bencao looked at the front of the street and said, "You think too much. Even if each family only eats one or two chopsticks, along the way, each person can eat enough two or three plates, and there will not be many judges who come to us, so why are you tired of talking about?"

The judges don't have the appetite of Xiao Ai, and if only twenty or thirty people come to Wormwood, they don't think he is tired of his food, and all vote for him, so what is the point? As long as he doesn't get enough votes, he won't be able to overwhelm the crowd and become the king of geese.

In such a large-scale competition, it is difficult to guarantee absolute fairness and take care of everyone. If it is carried out according to the normal pattern, Wu Materia Medica is likely to lose.

Xiao Ai was worried, "Then what should I do? The judges want to taste which dish they want, it is their freedom, and the contestants can't run to the front and forcibly pull them away." But if they don't come, you won't even have a chance to show, and you'll lose too unjustly!"

As early as a few days ago, Wu Bencao had foreseen this situation, and said calmly: "So, let's use special methods to disrupt the progress of the judges to taste the food one by one, so that they can skip other restaurants and be attracted all of a sudden." ”

"What's the special way?"

Wu Bencao turned his head, looked at the pillar of incense used to count down, and muttered: "The dish has been put in for a while, it stands to reason that it should be almost ...... soon."

The word "good" has not yet been spoken, and the change has abruptly occurred.

Inside the tall bronze bell, there is an electric pressure cooker, and the Yangming feather goose is stewed in the pot. Before putting it in, Wu Bencao blocked the exhaust valve on the lid of the pot, and with continuous heating, the air pressure could not be released due to the closure of the pot, and it would continue to rise.

That is, it turned into a time bomb.

As Wu Bencao expected, the air pressure in the pot reached the upper limit and was still rising, and the whole pot finally couldn't bear it and exploded.

Suddenly, with a bang, the pot in the bronze bell exploded, spewing out a violent wave of qi, like a flood beast, hitting the surrounding bell wall.

The air pressure in the pot has been accumulating for a long time, how powerful it is, as soon as it hits the bell wall, it suddenly bursts out of an extremely loud bell, the momentum is magnificent, as if floating out of the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, spreading to all directions, resounding throughout the entire Hanzheng Street.

Rumble!

At the same time, everyone in the street heard the bell, and walked out of their stalls, stood in the middle of the street, and looked into the depths of the alley where the bell sounded, and the same question arose in their hearts.

"What's going on!"

The bell resounded majestically and successfully captured their attention.

When everyone was confused, Widow Zhang, who was one of the judges, suddenly screamed, startling everyone, "My mother, Wu Bencao's kitchen exploded last time, and this time the situation is exactly the same, could it be him again!"

Hearing her say this, the judges around her suddenly realized that they had guessed the truth.

Seven days ago, the Qiao family sent someone to sneak into the wormwood bar and inadvertently blew up the kitchen, which alarmed the entire street at that time. Later, the news quickly spread throughout the city, and everyone knew that Wu Bencao's kitchen was too dangerous and would explode if he was not careful.

At this moment, there was a big movement in the depths of the streets and alleys, and Wu Bencao's house was there, could it be that he failed to cook and blew up the kitchen by mistake?

Given his criminal record, the judges all managed to remember him.

Widow Zhang was flustered and shouted to everyone: "What are you still doing in a daze? Come with me to put out the fire! Those two dolls are so unlucky, how can we stand by as neighbors!"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and ran forward in a hurry.

Her kind of role, in Wu Bencao's previous life, was called Tuo. She was selected for the jury with only one task, and that was to bring rhythm. Wu Bencao instructed her in advance, and when the bell rang, she immediately incited everyone to put out the fire.

In this way, wouldn't all the judges have arrived?

It has to be said that men tend to love mature women, and the charm of widows should not be underestimated. She raised her arms and shouted, and all the judges responded, who could care about eating goose meat, and they all rushed to the wormwood bar.

When they arrived, they did not see the imaginary raging fire, but happened to witness Wu Bencao bend down and lift the bronze bell.

The next moment, waves of fiery air erupted from the bell and frantically surged around.

"It smells so good!"

"Why is it so fragrant!"

"What's going on!"

......

Everyone smelled the aroma of the bell, and exclaimed in surprise, with an incredible look.

First, the aroma was unexpected, spewing out from under the bell, and secondly, it was so hot and intense that it swept through the audience like a volcanic eruption, and its intensity was by no means comparable to that of the dishes served on the plates.

Finally, and most importantly, the strong fragrance that everyone smelled was very familiar, and it did not only include the meat aroma of Yangming Feather Goose, but for a while, it was difficult for them to distinguish what kind of material it was.

Wu Bencao unveiled the bell, and the impact it brought to them was explosive.

Soon, the white heat dissipated, and what appeared in front of everyone was a strange picture.

I saw that on the iron plate, in the inverted circle of the bronze bell, there were pieces of hot goose meat scattered, the color was bright yellow, which was mouth-watering. But between the goose meat, there are a lot of iron pieces mixed in, which are the remains of the pressure cooker.

In addition to creating sound, bronze bells also serve to protect food. Unlike a gas canister explosion, it does not produce flames, so the goose meat will not be burned, and when it splashes, it will be blocked by the bell wall and will have to fall back to the iron plate.

Wu Bencao skillfully used this bell to kill two birds with one stone, and successfully produced this explosive version of goose meat that is very shocking from the visual, auditory and olfactory senses.

"Xiao Wu, what the hell is going on with that loud noise just now?"

Widow Zhang was conscientious and took the initiative to help Wu Bencao ask questions and let him show off his skills in front of the judges.

Wu Bencao smiled and said: "To be honest, I have a mysterious pot that can cook delicious food, but there is only one shortcoming, do it once and fry it once." That's what it made just now, sorry to frighten you!"

The judges sniffed the intoxicating aroma, and how could they still care about this, and they all reached out for their chopsticks, eager to taste the goose meat on the iron plate.

Seeing this, Wu Bencao hurriedly said, "Please wait, there is still one last step left." This dish is made and eaten freshly to enjoy the excellent umami, so I can only wait for you to arrive. ”

With that, he lifted the jar next to him and began to pour water on the iron plate.

Immediately after, under everyone's gaze, the goose meat on the iron plate suddenly burned, and countless bright and vigorous flames danced!

Everyone was dazzled, and the goose meat burned bizarrely, what kind of god-level cooking is this?

A middle-aged man reacted quickly, guessed something, walked to the altar and squatted, and before he could take a closer look, he had already smelled the aroma wafting from the altar, and his pupils suddenly dilated, bursting with a light of surprise.

"Your secret is actually rice wine?!"

He finally understood why the goose meat was burning, and why the strong aroma from before was familiar.

It turns out that the most important ingredient for Wu Bencao to cook this dish is rice wine. When he first stewed the goose in the pot, he did not add a drop of water, but poured a large amount of rice wine, so that the goose meat could fully absorb the refreshing aroma of the rice wine during the stewing process.

At this moment, he poured the rice wine on the goose meat and let the flame scorch the rice wine, which would make the aroma of the goose meat more fragrant, radiating in a warm and unrestrained way, pounced on every judge, and aroused their appetite.

Wine can be intoxicating, and so is it when it is incorporated into the dish.

Aren't you tired of eating?

I use this series of blind operations to make you salivate and thirsty!

Wu Bencao smiled and nodded, affirmed the man's judgment, and said, "The name of this dish is Flame Drunken Goose." ”

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