Chen Hu's slapping was not an ordinary slap, but with a soft dark energy that he had refined, like a microwave, carrying water droplets and the aura in the water to rush into the mung beans in the basin, causing it to completely melt and expand.

After all, if this process was carried out according to normal steps, it would be impossible to complete it in five or six hours each, let alone in this kind of competition with a time limit of only two hours, Chen Hu had to come up with some strange means.

Then Chen Hu brought the mung beans that had absorbed enough water to the small stone mill in a corner of the kitchen, pushed the stone mill with one hand, and filled the mung beans with the other hand, and began the second step of the production process - grinding.

And there is no way to cheat in this process, so by the time the beans are all grinded, the first hour of the two hours of the game is almost exhausted.

At this time, Chen Hu's production process was still not completed, first looked at the soup in the pot that was slowly cooking, and used paper to absorb the excess magazine smell in the soup again, then returned to the ground soybean milk again, and poured the sour pulp made by the old noodle screwdriver and water from Master Zhao during the bean making period into the soybean milk, and then sat on the soybean milk basin, filled the bottom water, lit the medium heat, and used horizontal stability to speed up the entire fermentation process.

This time it took more than 20 minutes before Chen Hu skimmed off the sour slurry that floated to the top of the soybean milk, filtered out the mung bean starch that sank at the bottom layer, re-potted it and sat directly on the fire and baked it over slow fire until it was half dry, and then took out about one-fifteenth of the amount plus about one and a half times the cold water for modulation, and then poured it into a copper spoon filled with an appropriate amount of boiling water, stirred into a thin lake, re-poured into the original dry bean starch, fully stirred to a semi-flowing state, and then took a fine drain to pull the liquid into a filament and quickly put it into water to cook, and the raw materials that Chen Hu prepared to use to make vegetables were thoroughly made。

And it's nothing else, it's fans.

Chen Hu took out the cooked vermicelli, put it into the sour water that had been skimmed before, took off the yellow-green appearance, and then spread it on the bamboo curtain and put it on the dry surface to dry until it was dry, and the production of the whole vermicelli was completed.

Then Chen Hu cleaned up the pot stove, left a clean cauldron on the stove, poured in the mountain delicacies soup that had been boiled for an hour and a half, put the vermicelli into it, boiled for five minutes on high heat to make it sufficiently absorbed, then took out the wet vermicelli and put it aside, turned around and took hawthorn, black plum, osmanthus, hay and rock sugar and other things, prepared a plum soup, put the vermicelli that had been rolled over the soup into the soup, and put a few smears of mint leaf foam......

"It's time!" Xiao Er came in and announced.

Chen Hu got up, took a long breath, and turned his head to look at Master Zhao, only to find that the person was no longer in the kitchen.

Chen Hu secretly raised his eyebrows, understanding that the other party had already handed in the paper in advance, so he didn't dwell on it, and used a bowl to serve out his refined cherished vermicelli sour plum soup.

"It's coming. ”

"I thought this guy had abstained. ”

"I hope this Master Chen's work lives up to our wait. ”

Master Zhao, who had already finished the evaluation, had a monograph in his eyes, and his expression was faintly a little indescribably nervous.

"This is my work - Zhenwei vermicelli sour plum soup, please taste a few people. Chen Hu put the tray in front of the judges' seats, personally put each sour plum soup in front of the judges, and smiled.

"Heh, it's actually sour plum soup, it's very timely. Lu Gongzi closed the fan, looked straight at the special sour plum soup placed in front of him, and said with a smile.

"Compare beauty with sour plum soup...... Master Chen's idea is really ......," Steward Tang, who was sitting in the middle of the five, shook his head amusedly and said.

"Hopefully it won't disappoint. Gongsun Jean looked at the vermicelli in the sour plum soup, picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

"Suck, snort, snort......"

"Hmm...... This taste. Gongsun Rang squinted, and his pupils involuntarily dilated.

In the middle of summer, the mountains and forests, and the hazy beauty then appeared in his mind.

"Come and chase me......" The beauty was dressed in a white shirt, and her posture was lively and she ran comfortably in the mountains and forests with abundant materials and lush vegetation, making a series of joyful sounds that made his heart move.

Gongsun let subconsciously step to catch up, but found that there was no longer the shadow of a beauty, only a sense of amazement and sourness surging in his heart.

And then the next moment, the familiar voice jumped out again.

"Idiot, what are you looking at?!"

Gongsun let his heart shake, as cool as eating a piece of ice in the summer, turned around, and chased after the woman again.

So repeatedly, Gongsun let him give birth to a feeling that a woman is like a rabbit, difficult to find.

"Oh, interesting. Lu Gongzi's voice sounded, and his tone was inexplicable, so that people couldn't hear what he was thinking.

"Beauty is like a rabbit, beauty is like a jade......"

"Yuxian ......"

......

At the same time, Chen Hu, who saw several judges immersed in the food fantasy he had constructed, walked up to Master Zhao and said politely, "I wonder if there are any dishes left in Master Zhao's cooking?"

"Yes. Master Zhao looked at him, turned around, and handed Chen Hu a bowl of dishes that were obviously less than one serving.

As Chen Hu has seen before, the main ingredient of Chef Zhao's dish is tofu, which is wrapped in a layer of bright yellow egg liquid like raw egg pulp, and soaks the tofu in the bowl like juice.

Chen Hu observed for a moment, nodded, picked up a spoon and scooped up a piece of tofu wrapped in egg liquid and put it in his mouth.

Soft and fragrant, the complex fragrance then diffused in his mouth, and at the same time, an illusion began to appear in Chen Hu's mind.

The jade soup is clear, like a jade beauty bathing in it, and the surrounding water vapor is steaming, setting off the beauty in the pool looming, if it is gone......

"It's actually a story-like fantasy!" Chen Hu said in surprise as he looked at everything in his eyes.

The illusion is divided into two kinds of food environment and story environment, and the mode is different from different realms, among which the former is like creating a food illusion simply with the power of ingredients before the awakening of the kitchen's heart, at most it refines the process of ingredients from birth to death, although it can be interpreted with it, but there is no way to change it.

But the latter is different, this is based on the nature of the ingredients, with the chef's mind to interpret things, such as the fog, this water, this beauty, all of which are the calories of the food, the soup and the material of the tofu itself. So obviously, although this chef of Zhenwei Pavilion, Zhao Defang Zhao, is not a special chef, but he is also a top-notch chef who has also awakened his cooking heart like him.

"Fortunately, I awakened my kitchen heart during the Midyear Festival, otherwise I might not be able to beat him this time. After a while, Chen Hu, who had retreated from the food fantasy world, sighed secretly.

It should be said that he is worthy of being the first chef in Yanyun City, and his strength is strong.

"Good dish, good answer. Chen Hu looked at Master Zhao who was staring at him and praised him from the bottom of his heart.

Master Zhao is happy, although his appearance still looks quite serious, but it can't make people see that he is happy and proud in his heart.

At this time, the five judges came back to their senses and put down the sour plum soup in their hands.

"Ask a few judges to rate their dishes. The shopkeeper said in a loud voice, and then stood silently, his eyes full of nervousness as he stared at the five contemplative judges.

The next thing will be related to the reputation of his Zhenwei Building, and he still doesn't care.