Chapter 295: The Next City (Follow-up)
Why?
Why?!!!
Obviously, my control of the production process, the selection of raw materials, and the use of skills are so perfect! Why is his bowl of noodle soup everywhere on the street better than his own? Unwilling! ~~~ But the GO judges still ruled that Jiang Yunfeng won, what can he do?
"Miss Ji Zhiguo Ningning, you should have felt the gap between each other by now, right? Although the soba noodles you make are light and delicate, soft and soft. Paired with the umami highlight cherry blossom shrimp fried assortment, the conversion between one light and one strong can allow diners to taste the sparks from the collision of two extremes, and you choose to expose all of your dishes to the air in order to bring the most extreme taste enjoyment to diners. In this way, it will be more or less affected by the room temperature. You must be thinking that the central air conditioning of the venue keeps the room temperature at 26 degrees Celsius, which is indeed a very comfortable temperature and humidity for the human body, but 26 degrees Celsius is already cold for soba noodles. β
Bend your slender fingers and gently tap the thick sea bowl to make the sound of a chime. Annie, the main judge and GO first-level executive, smiled slightly, and then said, "Compared to Miss Ji Zhiguo, who only has food in her eyes and only thinks about how to make the most of the ingredients in her hands, Miss Ning Ning of Ji no Kuni. Jiang Yunfeng, who noticed the surrounding environment, was more concerned about how to ensure that the soba noodles could maintain a relatively constant temperature after leaving the heat source, so he specially stir-fried the noodles with hot oil after cooking, so that the surface of the noodles produced a layer of burnt yellow hard shell, so that they would not loosen when soaked in the hot soup for a long time. Finally, I don't forget to add a layer of oil slick to the soup noodles to block and prevent heat loss, as for why the pottery bowl is used as a container, I think it is also because of the good heat retention of the pottery. He is trying his best to keep the flavor of the soba noodles as good as possible. β
"It just happened! What a stir-fry. What a hot soup. There is also San Francisco. It's all a coincidence, right!! It's all a coincidence!! "Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning still can't accept that someone in the neighborhood he is best at, with his best cuisine, he will defeat himself without suspense and completely. The mood swings are very large, and the whole person seems a little hysterical.
Seeing that Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning didn't dare to face the reality and didn't dare to face the result that he had been defeated, Anne seemed a little unhappy, but still said gently, "Sometimes, luck is also a manifestation of strength. Isn't it~ Miss Ningning of the Country of Kinoku. β
Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning, who just wanted to argue out loud, felt a hand on his shoulder, and a gentle and familiar male voice came from his ear, "Don't question the judges' decision anymore, it's unreasonable~ Ji Zhiguojun." β
"Am I vexatious? All of this is obviously a coincidence of him. β
"It's not a coincidence!" Yishihui's cold and firm voice made the emotional Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning stunned for a moment, "Because Senior Brother Jiang Yunfeng noticed the weather conditions from the beginning and deduced the development of the game. Right? Senior Brother Jiang. β
"Ah~~? Woo~~Goodong~~" Jiang Yunfeng, who was stealing the remaining soba noodles from Ji Zhiguo Ningning, suddenly heard someone shouting to him, and hurriedly swallowed a mouth full of soba noodles and replied, "Ichishi, seniors, don't take what I said more Zhuge Kongming, and things are like gods." But I still have the basic knowledge, although it is already March, other regions have already entered spring, and very few areas such as Okinawa may already be in the hot summer. However, it was still winter on Rebun Island, Hokkaido, where we were playing the venue, and there was still a snowstorm outside the venue. At this time, it is too abrupt to serve a bowl of cold noodles to the judges. As for why I chose Sanban flour, it was because the buckwheat flour I came into contact with when I was in Japan was almost like this. When I first saw the first powder and the second powder, I thought it was a fake, and my heart was still dark~ Yuanyue also had a time to look away, and I didn't know that the defective products that were mixed in the raw materials of the collection were unknown, and now I think about it, I feel that I am really ignorant to the point of ridiculousness. β
βγγγγγ Ahem. Yi Sehui coughed embarrassedly twice to ease the atmosphere, and complained in her heart about why Jiang Yunfeng always talked to death. Another topic: "Ji Zhiguojun, as Jiang Yunfeng's junior opponent, when you were choosing raw materials with him, did you mention the idea of maybe using second or third flour to make soba noodles?" Even if it's for a moment. β
Looking at Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning's blank expression, Yishihui shook his head helplessly, "Sure enough~ You didn't." It's no wonder, after all, Aunt Mae (Norikuni Nene mother) has instilled in you the idea that you can only make the best Edo-ryu soba noodles with the finest soba noodles since you were a child. So Ji Zhijun, you're just a girl with a solid foundation.,You can only cook and make the same skills you have mastered step by step.,The rules and regulations of the family limit your thoughts.,The growing environment since you were a child made you lose the courage to 'go your own way'.γ So your cuisine is just a constant copy of your family's predecessors. β
"But fortunately, Ji Zhijun, your opponent today is Senior Brother Jiang Yunfeng. Try it with your heart~ Maybe you can start your own way from scratch. Yi Sehui brought a portion of Ji Zhiguo Ningning's own soba noodles to her along with the bowl of soup noodles sent by Jiang Yunfeng.
When you eat your own soba noodles, the fantasy paradise created by the faint fragrance of the noodles as they cool gradually becomes ethereal and disappears as the noodles are swallowed. That kind of beauty is like a floating cloud on the horizon, although it is beautiful, it cannot be touched. Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning sighed secretly, and then picked up the big bowl, not caring about his quiet and dignified image Chinese in the eyes of Yuanyue students. With a bend of his legs, he squatted on the bluestone floor in the center of the venue.
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Stirring the calm noodle soup, the thick layer of grease and chopsticks break it up, and the noodle soup is still hot after all this time. The small mouth with the meat is full, and during the chewing process, Ji Zhiguo Ningning seemed to have traveled back to time and space to the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty - Tokyo Bianliang. In this metropolis with a permanent population of more than one million people a thousand years ago, the lights are bright and the people are buzzing at night. Washe Goulan, restaurant tea house, sheng song non-stop. The shouts of the hawkers walking through the streets and alleys, and the shouts of the second child of the restaurant restaurant. Merchants bargained, everything was right in front of their eyes, and the vividness of this thousand-year-old cosmopolitan city seemed to be within reach.
Seeing the empty big bowl in Ji Zhi Guo Ning Ning's hand, Anne on the judge's bench looked at each other and smiled at East and Charum on the left and right, they knew that from this moment on, Ji Zhi Guo Ning Ning would no longer have any objections to their judgment.
"Winner! Rebel group, Jiang Yunfeng!! β
Holding the empty bowl that I don't know when even the soup was drunk by myself, Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning muttered to himself, "I can't win... Not a level of people at all. It's too strong... Looking at Jiang Yunfeng's tall back, he rolled up his sleeves and exposed muscular arms. After a moment's hesitation, he mustered up the courage to bite his lower lip and walked over.
Although the students in the surrounding stands all cast resentful glances, Jiang Yunfeng didn't care about clasping his hands into fists and saluting, "Carving insect skills, it's ugly!" Sensing someone approaching behind him, he turned to check.
"Ahh With a low scream, it was obvious that Jiang Yunfeng's sudden turn frightened Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning, who was approaching.
"Didn't scare you, did you? Sister Ji Zhiguo. β
"In order to make soba noodles that are extremely delicious, I am constantly honing my skills every day. But why can't I compare to you after trying so hard? Can you tell me? How did you get there? β
"Well~ It's very simple to say, that is... Jiang Yunfeng looked at Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning's delicate face, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and there were a little tears in his beautiful eyes. The owner stubbornly controlled it firmly in the eye socket, and it never dripped down. The aggrieved and stubborn little expression, the slightly submissive posture. It's like a bunny who knows you're fierce but still wants to get close to the spoiled bunny.
What a great expression!
Awesome character!!
I want to train her! ~~ Bully her hard!! Bullied her and cried and coaxed her again!! At this moment, Jiang Yunfeng seemed to open a door to a new world and awakened some special habits. The originally handsome expression gradually began to collapse, "Hey, hey, hey. Hey... β
"Ning Ning!" There was a coquettish cheer from the sidelines. Ji Zhiguo Ning Ning trembled, looked back and exclaimed, "Mother, why are you here?" β
I'll go! ~ The senpai's mother is here! Jiang Yunfeng hurriedly turned around and rubbed his collapsed facial muscles vigorously, making his expression serious, and by the way, he wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and smirked. When I turned around again and wanted to say hello decently, I saw a lady who looked eight points like Ji Zhiguo Ningning, and guessed that her age was only between twenty-seven and thirty from her appearance, and she had both the youthful vitality of a girl and the mature charm of an adult royal sister was really looking at herself with extremely cold eyes, as if she was looking at a piece of garbage without a trace of recycling value.