The aroma was like an invisible thread emanating from that dish and hooking everyone's heart.

"The master is really amazing."

"yes, it's been a long time since I've seen the head cook in person."

"So what kind of culinary genius is not crushed in the face of real strength." The address of Xiangmen said proudly.

The other person immediately answered: "After all, ginger is still old and spicy." ”

The people of Xiangmen were already complacent, and Xiao Ci rarely lost his mind for a moment.

In the entire arena, the one who paid the most attention to Chu Yanling was Xiao Qiren.

There is nothing wrong with ginger being old and spicy, but there is also a saying that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. On the playing field, Xiao Qiren never underestimated any opponent.

He looked at Chu Yanling and saw that his dining table was already very clean, as if he had never operated it.

The ingredients are neatly arranged on the brown wood countertop, and there is a pot...

That's right, an abrupt pot.

Xiao Qiren had already learned from the discussion among his disciples that the dishes made by Chu Yanling were also kung pao chicken, but at this moment, he did not see the shadow of the finished dishes. He looked at Chu Yanling and guessed, "Mr. Chu's dish..."

Only then did everyone's attention shift from the fancy-style praise of Xiao Qiren's Kung Pao Chicken to Chu Yanling.

Chu Yanling stood in place like a pine, not caring at all about everyone's neglect.

Hear Xiao Qiren's words. He nodded slightly. Stretching out his right hand, he lifted the lid. At that moment, an authentic and rich Sichuan fragrance entered Xiao Qiren's nose, this is the taste of Kung Pao Chicken!

That's right, the complete taste of Kung Pao Chicken!

Each person's cooking is different because of the individual's ability to control it, even if it is the same recipe, it can make a kaleidoscopic variety of flavors. This is also the reason why some people cook well and some people cook poorly.

And the dish of Kung Pao Chicken is added with sugar, vinegar, spicy, hemp and other flavors. When the chef cooks, he will adjust it according to the customer's preferences. If you meet a spicy person, put more dried chili peppers, and if you meet a sweet person, you will put less spicy and more sweet, and the same is true for those who are sour and sour.

Thus, there are a thousand Hamlets out of a thousand people. In cooking, a thousand people can make a thousand flavors of kung pao chicken. No matter how it tastes, it's Kung Pao Chicken!

But when he smelled the fragrance of Chu Yanling's dish, the thought that burst out of Xiao Qiren's mind was: This is the taste of Kung Pao Chicken! That's the real thing! That's the source!

All the improvements are not right, all the evolutions are not right, only this, which has this taste, is the real Kung Pao Chicken 1

In the sound of everyone, Xiao Qiren walked quickly towards Chu Yanling.

Sure enough, this Kung Pao Chicken is far superior to him in terms of color and taste.

"Why don't you let the jury taste it?" Chu Yanling made a proposal.

Xiao Qiren raised his hand to stop the jury, pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick basket next to him, and took the lead in taking out a small piece of diced chicken. The diced chicken is cut squarely, like a carefully measured handicraft, and it looks dry and independent all around, but when you put it in your mouth, you will find that it is smooth and tender, and the meat is delicious.

The numbness, spiciness, faint sweetness and appropriate sourness burst out in the mouth, and even the diced chicken was a little chewy, and after swallowing it, it was a little lost.

Such a dish does not need to be concealed.

Presumably, Chu Yanling didn't present it for the first time before, just to save some face for him.

And these disciples around him have already all rebelled, surrounding the world where Chu Yanling is located.

Xiao Qiren sighed, put down his chopsticks, and said briskly: "I lost." ”