"This rice is a specialty of my Lixiang County, known as rice fragrant rice, no matter how it is handled, it is soft but not greasy, elastic but not hard."

"Daoxiang rice, got it." Jiang Xingchen is very knowledgeable, and obviously knows what his specialty is.

"However, this rice fragrant rice has a peculiar taste, and it usually does not hide its original flavor when made, and your topping is obviously too heavy, aren't you afraid that this operation will cover up the original advantages of rice fragrant rice?"

"Back to Chef." Li Qinghe has obviously thought of the answer to this question, "The taste of fragrant rice has been compatible with the toppings above. It's not that the toppings mask the flavor of the rice, it's the rice that affects the flavor of the toppings. ”

Li Qinghe's sentence is very beautiful, not only denying that his toppings will dominate, but highlighting the importance of the protagonist, and he really took a good move.

Sure enough, Jiang Xingchen was very satisfied with his answer, but the taste of food in his mouth was just like that, without merit and fault, and it belonged to the middle and upper grades.

Next, it's up to Lin Jinxiu.

As time passed, the noodles made by Lin Jinxiu were finally cooked thoroughly.

Due to the peculiar material, Lin Jinxiu did not have time to grow more rice to experiment with today's methods, so he encountered some unforeseen circumstances.

In other words, the noodles made from this five-grain harvest rice are very difficult to cook.

And Lin Jinxiu noticed that the Holy Spirit pot water she used to cook noodles seemed to disappear a little quickly.

Could it be that the flour made from rice absorbs the water from the jug of the Holy Spirit?

Seeing that the pot was about to boil dry, she took out her Holy Spirit Pot in a hurry and added water to the pot.

But who knew that this noodle was like a bottomless abyss, and no matter how much she poured water into it, the level of the water rose very slowly.

However, as more and more Holy Spirit kettle water was added to the pot, Lin Jinxiu noticed that the noodles in the pot seemed to have a peculiar transformation.

For example......

When she poured half of the Holy Spirit pot water into the pot, the noodles began to glow faintly.

Originally, some cumin seeds were kneaded into her noodles, and at first glance she thought it was her own illusion, but after a closer look, Lin Jinxiu was sure that the silver light emitted from this noodle was the light in the Holy Spirit pot water.

Could it be that the high-end ingredients in this space can complement each other with space props?

Either way, the changes should be good.

This time to cook noodles, Lin Jinxiu poured a whole pot of water into it before the noodles were thoroughly cooked.

At this time, Jiang Xingchen and Zang Tong, who were sitting on the stage, fell into deep doubts.

They had been observing Lin Jinxiu's movements, but what they couldn't understand was, why did Lin Jinxiu cook noodles for so long?

And why did she keep adding water to the pot?

Seeing that she had added a lot, the water in the pot never showed signs of overflowing.

But when she took the noodles out of the pot with chopsticks, Jiang Xingchen and the others saw that the noodles were not only not rotten, but also still shining.

Radiance? When I watched her put the noodles in the pot, they were still pure white in color, why did they shine when she took them out?

"Cooking." Lin Jinxiu smiled at the officials who had been waiting for a long time.

It's finally time for her Lin Jinxiu to play.

I saw her wearing a white flying skirt, although the sleeves were tied, but the wind under her feet made her skirt flutter.

Those beautiful eyes were full of emotion, as if they could speak.

As for the bowl of things she was holding in her hand.

Also white.

Whether it's from the noodles, from the soup, from the side dishes...... It's all snow-white, white without any impurities, just like her white clothes.

Just like the name of this side, "Spring in the Snow".

To the naked eye, it really looks like a clear spring in the snow!

"Please take your time." Lin Jinxiu spoke softly and brought the noodles to the three of them.

She really doesn't look like a cook, but seeing is believing, and the three bowls of noodles in front of her are all made by her, and she dances a beautiful dance when she makes them, which is really unforgettable.

I just don't know what it tastes like.

Jiang Xingchen looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him and was a little stunned.

The appearance of Lin Jinxiu holding this white bowl on stage just now was too shocking.

Jiang Xingchen didn't expect that he would be attracted by the picture of a woman serving food, and Lin Jinxiu's immortal appearance seemed to have completely fixed his first impression of this bowl of noodles.

The appearance of this bowl of noodles is so beautiful, it is as beautiful as Lin Jinxiu himself.

And......

Jiang Xingchen didn't know what kind of method Lin Jinxiu used, obviously this was a bowl of staple food with many processes, many steps, and a side dish seasoning, and he could actually distinguish the fragrance from the wheat from the smell.

And this fragrance is very impactful, as long as you distinguish it, you can never forget it.

Jiang Xingchen couldn't control his hand, picked up the chopsticks on the table, and poked them at the bowl of snow-white noodles.

For a moment, he felt a little distressed, because the color of the chopsticks was dull, and the poke on the face even made him feel like a tyrannical thing.

"What is this?" Jiang Xingchen's chopsticks poked at the Xue Mei Niang, and the flick was glutinous, like some kind of toy.

"The idea for this side dish came from a snack from my hometown." Lin Jinxiu explained, "I use soft glutinous rice as a skin, wrap all kinds of fillings in the glutinous rice, and ask the chef to poke it open with chopsticks. ”

Jiang Xingchen didn't say anything, so he did so, and after he used chopsticks to puncture the skin of the snow girl, the sweet and rich mashed potatoes came out from the middle, slowly spreading on the snow-white noodles and soup, and the refreshing aroma from the potatoes also burst out instantly.

The aroma is a pleasant surprise for every diner.

Jiang Xingchen didn't say anything more, he couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a piece of noodles wrapped in mashed potatoes and stuffed it into his mouth.

This noodle is Lin Jinxiu's biggest killer this time.

In the next stick of incense, the three judges didn't say anything, just lowered their heads and ate noodles seriously.

Huai Yanqing had already tasted the taste of this rice once, but after Lin Jinxiu's careful processing, he was actually able to eat it from a bowl of noodles.

Jiang Xingchen is even more so.

Obviously, the noodles in his mouth are smooth and refreshing, wrapped in the richness of the soup and side dishes, which was originally a process of enjoyment, but he thought about his whole life.

Whether it is from his hard work when he was a child to his current success, he has moved forward step by step and steadily.

When people are at the highest place, there is always some feeling of being overwhelmed by the cold.

Standing beside the emperor, standing in the highest position of the imperial dining room, he saw almost everything about the food, but he felt lonely and lonely.

He couldn't find a reason for himself to climb any further, because he was already at the top.

And after eating Lin Jinxiu's bowl of noodles, his heart seemed to loosen a little bit of confusion about the future.

Just as Huai Yanqing had an understanding after eating half a bowl of rice at that time, Jiang Xingchen seemed to understand what he was pursuing.

The original taste of food, the height of continuous innovation, his life should not be confined to the control of the highest power, he should continue to find a way forward in the abstract and practical concept of food.

When Jiang Xingchen put down the noodle bowl in his hand, the noodles in his bowl were already empty.

He was about to look up and say something when another delicate teacup was placed in front of him.

Lin Jinxiu poured a cup of noodle soup for each of the three of them.

"The original soup turns into the original food, chef." Lin Jinxiu's voice was very gentle, "I ate too fast just now, let's drink a cup of noodle soup to soothe." ”

"Thank you." Jiang Xingchen was still indulging in Fang Cai's perception at this time, and when the noodle soup was held in the palm of his hand, he felt the warmth again.

At that moment, Jiang Xingchen told himself that he needed a chef like Lin Jinxiu by his side.

He didn't know why the girl in front of him could make such a wonderful meal, but he understood why the two people around him attached so much importance to her.

"Okay." Jiang Xingchen wanted to comment, but he couldn't say anything after opening his mouth for a long time, as if any word he said could defile this bowl of noodles.

Lin Jinxiu originally wanted to let him comment a few more words, but who knew that Jiang Xingchen really couldn't say a word.

In the end, is there any suspense about the outcome of the victory?

Li Qinghe stood far away, and he didn't feel the charm of the bowl of noodles in Lin Jinxiu's hand, but he saw that Jiang Xingchen didn't even want to say a word, so he directly announced the fact of Lin Jinxiu's victory.

"Chef." When Li Qinghe saluted and spoke, he was obviously already a little angry, "I don't know what is so good about Miss Lin's side?" Why didn't Chef even let her win? ”

Jiang Xingchen's voice when he talked to him at this time was a little cold: "If you are curious, it is understandable to taste it, Miss Lin, you still have some leftovers there, give your opponent a bowl." ”

"Okay." Lin Jinxiu readily agreed.

In order to prevent accidents during the game, Jinxiu always has to eat about one or two more servings, like such an important game, it doesn't matter if you can't eat it, if you don't have to eat it at a critical time, then there will be an accident.

Lin Jinxiu ran back to her pot like a flying bird, served a bowl of noodles, and brought it to Li Qinghe's hand.

"Taste it." Lin Jinxiu patted Li Qinghe's shoulder and turned to leave, starting to pack his things.

Li Qinghe stood in place with this bowl of noodles in his hand, not knowing what to say at all.

Because just as Jiang Xingchen felt, he was also shocked by this bowl of noodles in an instant.

But before he could eat, a voice rang out next to him.

"Brother Qinghe, can Miss Lin give me a taste of this bowl of noodles?"

The person who came was Chen Hongyi.

Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment, but he was obviously not very happy when he saw Chen Hongyi's fierce face, so he handed the noodles in his hand to Chen Hongyi.

Eating less than a bowl of noodles is nothing, but if you provoke these people you can't afford to provoke, it will be worth the loss.

After Chen Hongyi got Lin Jinxiu's noodles, he hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, but he couldn't swallow this mouthful of noodles in his mouth.

When the little junior sister first came to the gluttonous school, she still looked like a layman, what did the master teach her to make her become this level in a month?

Chen Hongyi knew when he ate the noodles that he should indeed bow down.

If it is about the richness and deliciousness of the taste, he may be able to fight it, but ......