In the live broadcast room of Wang Sleeve, the sailors held their breath one by one.

There is one bad thing about watching food shows, that is, it is easy to get hungry.

Especially when encountering delicious and amazing food.

When the sailors in front of the screen can't eat it, the discomfort is really unbearable.

"Old man, eat quickly!"

"Hurry up and eat, eat Brother Xiu!"

"Talking, send a little more barrage, don't let our brother Xiu be cold!"

"What about the class representative, hurry up and blow a few rainbow farts to suppress the shock, I feel that this show brother is going to be cold!"

……

When the barrage was issued, Wang Sleeve also kept staring at the opposite side.

In the field of vision, Mr. Liang looked at Yuan Rong curiously.

"What is this?" Mr. Liang asked.

Chef Yuan Rong, 25 years old, from Kyoto.

Kyoto's culinary elite are good at making improvements to the original food!

He confidently walked up to Mr. Liang, grabbed his knife and fork, and gently swiped the roast duck into four parts.

He placed four portions of duck meat in small bowls and pushed them in front of each referee.

"This is the result of my creation."

Yuan Rong said: "My roast duck is different from ordinary roast duck, before grilling, I use a steel needle to break all the tendons of the roast duck. ”

"Without tendons attached, the meat of the roast duck becomes very loose, and the sauce can penetrate more easily when marinated."

"And it was all done yesterday."

"If it's hard to imagine, you can imagine how pork chops are made. When making pork chops, you need to beat the pork belly with your hands to break all the muscles, and only in this way can the pork chops be delicious enough. ”

Yuan Rong is very confident.

After all, yesterday he chose ducks.

Ducks are smaller than geese.

And it only took him five minutes to complete the process of killing, plucking and so on.

For the remaining ten minutes, Yuan Rong used a steel needle to insert it into the pores on the surface of the duck meat, and then stirred up all the muscles.

How could he not be proud that such a complicated and patient process had been completed by him?

Yuan Rong stared straight at the referee, just a sentence, come and eat.

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"Oh, I see!"

Mr. Liang put the meat back in his hand.

Marvel's secret was already known, and he felt that there was no need for him to try it.

Yuan Rong's face was a little embarrassed.

He had already divided the roast duck into four portions, hoping that the referee would be able to eat a small bowl for each person, and then eliminate all the other players because he was not hungry.

This is also one of his strategies.

Now the referees don't eat one by one, and Yuan Rong is a little displeased.

He couldn't help but ask, "Referee, why don't you eat it?" ”

"Everyone moves, the taste must be different from other people's!"

Mr. Liang Yousen turned his head.

The rest of the referees each grabbed their chopsticks and tried a small bite.

Yuan Rong kept staring at the faces of the referees, hoping for an amazing scene.

He waited anxiously, but the referees didn't seem to be as satisfied as they thought.

……

Half a minute later, referee Su Jingmei was the first to speak.

"Although the meat is soft and the sauce has been thoroughly incorporated into the duck meat, the skin of the most delicious part of the duck has been destroyed."

"Because the fat particles inside are thoroughly mixed with the muscles, under the high temperature baking, the fat particles will fry the muscles too well."

"Being too ripe will result in softer on the outside and harder on the inside, so this roast duck tastes more like lard residue wrapped in a layer of duck skin!"

As soon as he finished saying this, Yuan Rong directly changed color.

The referee's mouth is too awkward.

This dish, he tried to make at home.

The elders in the family all agreed, but now they have been demoted to the end by the 98th class of chefs!

He couldn't accept this result.

"Mr. He, what about you?"

"Tell me what you think!"

When Yuan Rong prayed, He Jinlei just glanced at him indifferently and said casually: "You have been eliminated." ”

In an instant, Yuan Rong was deflated.

He put his last hope on the last referee, Trinyu.

"Mr. Cui, what about you, tell me what you think!"

Cui New, Mr. Cui.

Known as a doctor in the culinary world, he has his own unique views on various foods.

He picked up a mouthful of duck meat, chewed it in his mouth a few times, and finally spit it out.

"If you use chemical reaction to describe your dish, it can only be said that the catalyst is a little overdone!"

"It's really a good way to pick the tendons in the duck meat, but after the muscle fibers are messed up, your duck meat becomes ownerless minced meat, which is a reactant of a chemical reaction."

"And the sauce is your catalyst."

"Under the influence of the sauce, in the high-temperature baking, the fat particles and the sauce will quickly combine and collide with violent sparks."

"Because the reaction was so violent, your meat was already overcooked."

"You've already lost half the way in terms of heat control. The other half is dominated by sauces. ”

"Except for those two, you said that your duck meat was crushed with a steel needle, so I ate a strong rusty taste in this meat......"

"Remember, we're here for roast duck, not sauce, or whatever, so you're knocked!"

In an instant, Yuan Rong's face was as earthy as color.

He was actually eliminated.

When the match began, the referee didn't say how many people they would eliminate, except for the players they were satisfied with.

The situation is getting more and more serious.

The contestants who had prepared the roast duck and let the referee taste it flinched a little.

No one knows if the next one to suffer will be themselves...

……

On the referee's bench.

Liang Yousen glanced around one by one, with a faint disappointment in his eyes.

He came to send money, but he didn't expect that the million really couldn't be sent.

Then he lost interest in this game.

looked at He Jinlei and Su Jingmei.

Mr. Liang spoke: "Xiao Lei, Xiao Su, if there is nothing particularly good-looking, I will go back first." ”

Mr. Liang was originally here to pick thorns, but the level of the scene was too low, and he didn't even have a chance to pick thorns, which really made him not interested.

He Jinlei was a little sad, and Su Jingmei couldn't say anything.

At that moment, Wang Sleeve picked up the lump of mud from the charcoal fire with his tongs, placed it on a metal plate, and then poured a little cold water on it.

呲呲呲~~~~

Green smoke rises.

The surface of the pimple cooled rapidly.

At this time, Wang Sleeve raised his hand slowly, "Referee, it's my turn!" ”

Wang Sleeve had just stood up when two voices interrupted him.

"No, it should be me next!"

"Referee, take a look at my roast chicken first!"

Zhang Bing and Guan Ya spoke at the same time.

Wang Sleeve glanced at the two of them, and finally sat down.

Lady first, since the two of them want to try it first, then he won't grab it!

Mr. Liang looked at He Jinlei.

After He Jinlei nodded, he named Wang Sleeve and said, "Then the next one is the No. 138 player!" ”

At this moment, the barrage exploded again.

Waiting for Wang Sleeve to cook, I waited for two hours, and now I finally waited for the moment when the mystery was revealed, and the sailors were also very happy.

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