Chapter 13 is all about the same

Chang Xiude was very proud in his heart, he was the first to serve the food. The duel dish is a staple dish, which means that the first dish will definitely take a big advantage. Even if the judge can't eat all the noodles, after the taste and appetite are satisfied to a certain extent, the judging standard will be invisibly raised.

Chang Xiude presented the dishes to the judges in turn with standard movements, "This is my Chang's Chuanxiang cold noodles, please ask the three judges to evaluate." ”

The three referees looked at the bowl with different expressions, the white jade-like noodles in the bowl were plated in a crystal clear sauce, and a pinch of green cucumber shreds were crystal clear on top, with delicate carrot flowers.

Although the diners on both sides did not have the opportunity to taste the taste of cold noodles, they gave a thumbs up just by looking at the appearance.

"Boss Chang's craftsmanship is really amazing, a bowl of noodles is made like a work of art, this color, this luster..."

"Brother, please wipe the saliva and drip it on my clothes."

Du Feibai and Liu Zhenqiang had eaten Sichuan-fragrant cold noodles made by Chang Xiude himself, but Wang Jinrong was the first time to see the real kung fu of this boss Chang, and he was still quite amazed, and he couldn't help but worry about Fang Yu in his heart.

He gently picked up the cold noodles with chopsticks, and the roots were elastic and unsticky. Mixed with the sauce and sucked into the mouth, I felt that the four flavors of spicy and sweet were presented in turn like a marquee, and I felt that my taste buds were activated all of a sudden, and I couldn't help but chew it. The cool and smooth noodles tumble back and forth under the teeth of the tongue, and the delicious and smooth texture is unstoppable.

Before he knew it, Wang Jinrong woke up, hurriedly put down his chopsticks, and took the tea to rinse his mouth. But after rinsing it a few times, the domineering spicy taste still lingers in the mouth.

Du Feibai had the highest status, and took the lead in coughing a few times to comment: "Xiao Chang, your kung fu has not fallen, this Sichuan-fragrant cold noodles have won my Shudu diet samadhi, especially the taste of the noodles is handled very well." ”

Liu Zhenqiang took Du Feibai's words: "Boss Chang's craftsmanship is becoming more and more sophisticated, and the taste of the noodles themselves is almost perfect." But today, the blending of this sauce is slightly flawed, and the ratio of Sichuan pepper to chili oil seems to be slightly more, which somewhat overshadows the other flavors. With Boss Chang's efforts, this shouldn't be an oversight. As he spoke, he looked at Chang Xiude with disdain.

As soon as Liu Zhenqiang said this, Wang Jinrong immediately understood Chang Xiude's intentions: not only to serve the food first, but also to control the referee's taste with a domineering taste and weaken the referee's taste of the other party's dishes. And Du Feibai must know, but he didn't mention a word, and the meaning of partiality was known without asking.

Wang Jinrong scolded secretly in his heart, but his face was not easy to show, but his words were thorny: "Boss Chang is also our old neighbor of Jinhe Road, and I have been a big name for a long time." Today, I finally learned the craftsmanship of Boss Chang, and it really lives up to its reputation, and it is a drip-proof cooking and life. ”

Chang Xiude knew that Liu Zhenqiang didn't like him, but he didn't understand where he had offended Wang Jinrong, but since Du Feibai was there, he was not afraid that Liu and Wang would dare to turn the sky.

"Hmph, the time is almost up, the kid surnamed Fang was still cooking noodles just now, I guess it's too late."

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the clock on the wall, there were still 40 seconds left, but she still didn't hear Fang Yu ring the bell to serve the food.

"It's too late, Brother Fang won't really fail to do a good job, right? What to do, what to do..."

There are only 30 seconds left...

The surrounding diners also began to talk.

"Boss Chang just won? It's child's play."

There are only 20 seconds left...

"Hey, I guess this guy hasn't participated in a cooking duel before, so he can't control the time well, and he's still too tender."

There are only 10 seconds left...

"No, it's really too late to serve the food, I thought I dared to challenge Boss Chang, at least I have a little foundation, but I can't even control the time well, this young man's tone is not small, and the kung fu under his hands is really bad."

There are only 5 seconds left...

Chang Xiude laughed: "Just let me win without a fight?" This cooking duel is too boring, haha... Haha"

"Ding Dong"

At the last second, the bell rang for serving, and Chang Xiude was halfway through laughter, but he choked back by the sound and almost bit his tongue.

"Thank you Boss Chang for your concern, my dish is just finished." Before Fang Yu could go upstairs, the sound of sunshine had already reached the second floor.

Fang Yu took the dinner plate, walked up to the second floor step by step, and distributed the noodles he had made in front of each referee and asked the referee to evaluate it.

While everyone was paying attention to the noodles, Fang Yu secretly changed his tone. Just now, in order to ensure the best taste of the noodles, with the help of the miso chopstick, he pinched the time to the extreme, and almost got rid of it.

Du Feibai first looked at Fang Yu's people, and then carefully looked at the noodles he had made. The same noodles are like white jade plates in the center of the bowl, but the difference is that there is no soup or flavor, only some meat, green onions, and crushed peanuts are sprinkled on the noodles, which looks very special.

Although Du Feibai is optimistic about Chang Xiude, he is still a little curious about this young man. A property on Jinhe Road is nothing to his boss Du, but for ordinary people, it is half a lifetime's savings. Looking at this young man's dress and demeanor, he is not a child of a rich family, so easily he takes a property out as a bargaining chip for a showdown, and he is calm, but he really doesn't look like a college student who has just graduated for less than two years.

The surrounding diners also saw Fang Yu's noodles and couldn't help but be surprised by its simplicity.

"This young man's noodles seem to be pretty good, but with these ingredients, there is no soup or dipping sauce, can they be delicious?"

"yes, yes, it's too simple, maybe this young man spends all his time learning the craft of the boss and doesn't have time to make the sauce," said one diner.

"Well, what you said makes sense, Boss Chang's noodles are so studious, he doesn't have enough time to imitate nature." Another diner continued.

Wang Jinrong listened to the surrounding discussions and smiled slightly, and took the lead in picking up the noodles, and the sauce covered under the noodles was mixed with the steaming noodles, and immediately exuded an attractive aroma.

"What does this smell like, why is it so fragrant? It's the noodles, and there's sauce underneath them...", exclaimed one diner.

The diner who had commented on Fang Yu's noodles just now said a little unpleasantly: "What is the name, I have seen it, I may not taste it when I smell it, let's see how the judges judge it first." ”

Liu Zhenqiang heard Wang Jinrong praise Fang Yu's noodles in front of him a few days ago, although he felt that his old friend's words should be somewhat credible, but he never thought that a young man's skills could be compared to a senior chef who has been in the business for ten years. Today's mistakes are verified in this way, which makes him feel a little emotional.

Liu Zhenqiang mixed the noodles well, put a chopstick in his mouth, and when he bit it gently, the noodles slipped to the side as if they were alive, and he almost didn't bite it. Chew hard, the noodles have a slightly gummy texture, and they are flexible and elastic.

Du Feibai also casually picked a chopstick and put it in his mouth, and the unimaginable taste immediately rolled up a storm between the tongue and teeth.

This noodle actually has the taste of three-point potato flour, and the noodle-making technique alone can make a name for itself on the ground in Shudu.

Du Feibai sucked the noodles hard, and before his brain had time to think about it, as the follow-up sauce spread all over the taste buds, the various flavors and textures of numb, spicy, salty, sweet, fragrant, crispy, tender, and soft formed a cross-fire net, and fought in the mouth.

Each taste and texture is unique and indistinguishable, and the result of several flavors and textures is that people want to eat it again and again. This is like a woman who chases dramas, and when she can't see the ending, she will be haunted by dreams and tossing and turning.

The residual taste memory of Chuanxiang cold noodles just now is like a sandcastle on the beach, unconsciously washed away without a trace under the surging tide.

Chang Xiude felt bad when he saw the movements and expressions of the three referees. But he was a little unconvinced, and reached out to take the fourth bowl of noodles and tasted it.

It didn't matter if it was a taste, the rich and refreshing taste, the varied and wonderful flavors, made him almost addicted to it.

Chang Xiude relied on the jealousy and disgust in his heart to pull himself out of this delicious whirlpool, trying to focus on finding the flaws in this noodle.

But whenever he focused on it, he couldn't help but indulge in the delicious labyrinth again, and the more he tried to find the flaws, the more disoriented he became. I saw him take one bite after another, and in a blink of an eye, he ate most of the noodles.

The surrounding diners couldn't help but be shocked when they saw the four people at the table eating so sweetly.

"Is it so delicious, actually take a bite and take a bite, don't you judge?"

"What else is this judged, it looks like the young man must have won."

"That's not necessarily, Boss Chang's noodles were also eaten half a bowl just now."

Hearing the conversation of the diners around him, Du Feibai's face turned red, but he was the first to put down his chopsticks.

Wang Jinrong and Liu Zhenqiang also held back their appetites, put down their chopsticks and rinsed their mouths with tea. Only Chang Xiude was still holding the bowl in a daze.

Wang Jinrong smiled and said to Fang Yu: "Comrade Xiaofang, your progress is really fast, it's only been a few days, and this taste has gone up to a new level." ”

Liu Zhenqiang followed Wang Jinrong's words and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, I was skeptical of Director Wang's words before, but I didn't expect that you are so young and your skills are so good, I can be regarded as convinced." ”

Du Feibai calmed down his sense of taste, thought carefully for two minutes, then coughed and began to comment:

"Xiao Fang, your dry noodles, the noodles are smooth, the sauce is fragrant, the concept is exquisite, and the texture and taste are very distinctive. The most rare thing is that each of your flavors and textures is well balanced, forming a complete picture of the cuisine. Yes, it's very rare, it's wonderful. ”

As soon as Du Feibai said this, Chang Xiude's face immediately turned like earth, and Wang Jinrong clasped his palms together on his chest, ready to applaud and congratulate, but he saw Liu Zhenqiang still frowning.

Sure enough, Du Feibai paused and said, "It's just a pity that Xiaofang's face still has a flaw that can't be hidden..."