Chapter 613: The Boundary Between Noodles and Meters
On the two big boats next to the arena, Feng Jian Yuan asked in a low voice, "Do you know this question?"
The old courtyard master and Duan Zhensheng's expressions were a little embarrassed, and at the same time they shook their heads to say that they wouldn't, and the old courtyard master said solemnly: "Noodles and rice, the two most common and basic staple foods in life, but they are the most easily ignored by the big food, the purpose of the question is probably to tell the contestants, don't forget the most basic ingredients, don't forget the foundation of the big food!"
Duan Zhensheng turned his head to look at Long Mei'er, hesitated for a moment but didn't dare to open his mouth, Long Mei'er glanced at him and said coldly: "I don't know this question, just ask if you want to, what does it look like to cower?"
"Will you?" Nuno tugged at Long Yuyang's cuffs and looked up and asked, and Long Yuyang also shook his head and said that he wouldn't.
The owner of the Yunfeng Dining House on the opposite boat and the rest of the people were also stumped, and they gathered together to discuss without a clue, and they didn't know how to solve it at all.
On the judging bench, Lu Ming tried his best to lower his voice: "Father, will you?"
Lu Zhen stroked his beard and let out a slightly smug smile: "That's natural, the old man eats more salt than the rice you eat combined." โ
If Qin Yu hears this, he will complain again, you have eaten so much salt and you have no cardiovascular problems, and your body is great, and you are not tired of draining salt from your waist, right?
"How to do it?" Yang Buregret came to the time when she was interested, she also didn't know what to do, in her opinion, the difficulty of this question was too high, it was really very embarrassing, and it was a bit too much to use it as an extra question.
"No, if neither player makes it, I'll tell you. Lu Zhen pretended to be mysterious, and said a few words to Lu Ming. Lu Ming immediately sent someone to move eight huge screens out. Four squares on one side surround the two cooking stations.
"To ensure the absolute fairness of the game. The two players will cook independently in isolation from each other, and the old man wants to emphasize that only flour can be used, and no seasonings are allowed. Okay, now the game is officially underway, in half an hour. Whoever does it first can be served immediately. โ
After Lu Zhen finished speaking, he turned the hourglass upside down, and decided that the playoffs that ranked first officially began, and the sand particles that kept flowing down in the hourglass seemed to be the fate of the two restaurants.
On the cooking table of Yunfeng Restaurant, Huo Qinglan grabbed her hair anxiously in the screen, damn it, damn it, damn it, what should I do with this question? How can I make fried rice cakes out of flour? I can't think of it at all, what should I do?
"If I can't do it, I may lose, and our Yunfeng Restaurant will fall into the devil's melee, I can't lose. I can't lose, I ......," Huo Qinglan muttered. Suddenly, his hands were closed in his abdomen, making a gesture of the appearance of the eating utensils, and the light of the stomach was slowly shining, and the mysterious eating utensils were about to appear.
However, before she could say the four words of eating utensils, she suddenly let go of her hand again, grabbed her hair and looked like she was about to cry: "No, no, no, the rules limit that you can't use eating utensils, it's impossible to hide it at such a close distance, and if I use eating utensils, I will be disqualified from the competition." โ
"If you can't use it, the other party will definitely not use it, since we can't use it, I still have a chance......" Huo Qinglan gradually calmed down, after all, she still didn't dare to use the eating utensils, but she didn't know that when she just made the action of eating utensils, Lu Zhen's sharp eyes looked over, and she retracted her gaze when she noticed that the eating utensils did not appear.
In the opposite screen, Murong Xue seemed much calmer than Huo Qinglan, she knew that her strength was much worse than Huo Qinglan, and the probability of winning was originally no more than 20%, but now she returned to the same running line because of this question, this is a good thing for her and an opportunity, she must seize this opportunity.
"I want to win too, Brother Qin Yu, Sister You Hu, my friends, I will definitely work hard!" Murong Xue secretly clenched her pink fists and closed her eyes, slowly knelt on the ground, and muttered to herself with her hands and fingers clasped in front of Hun Hun "Mother, if your spirit in the sky can hear it, bless your daughter to tide over the difficulties......"
The time passed by minute by minute, but there was no movement in the two screens, it can be seen that Huo Qinglan and Murong Xue did not think of a solution, and everyone outside the venue discussed fiercely in groups, racking their brains to think of solutions, all kinds of strange ideas emerged one after another, but none of them were affirmed in the end, and none of them were reliable.
Suddenly, I don't know who shouted: "Listen, there's movement, there's movement!"
"What? Did you think of a way so quickly?"
"Where is there movement? Oh yes, it's real, it's moving, it's the sound of pots colliding and the sound of water!"
"Wonder why not the sound of hot oil?"
"Wait, the voice is not from Huo Qinglan's side, but from the side of the first-class eater with a spiritual tongue in the Meridian Food Courtyard!"
Everyone was shocked by the sudden voice, and they were shocked to find that it was Murong Xue who started work first, which was too unexpected, although the strange topic narrowed the strength gap between the two sides, but no matter what they learned or what they saw and heard, it should be Huo Qinglan who has an absolute advantage, and the family legend of the Food Saint must not be underestimated, no matter how you think about it, it should be Huo Qinglan who came up with the way first, how could it be that Murong Xue came up with it first?
Everyone in the Meridian Dining House immediately clenched their fists excitedly, starting work first meant that Murong Xue might have thought of a solution, not only would she have an advantage in time, but also give her opponent a destructive level of psychological pressure, and in the face of this level of psychological pressure, Huo Qinglan would only mess with herself.
"Strange, isn't it too fast?Could it be that the old man of the God of Food can't stand it and help?" Qin Yu was stunned, to be honest, he also thought that it would be Huo Qinglan who thought of the way first, the rich family traditions and experiences were absolutely incomparable to Murong Xue, this was an irreparable advantage.
Huo Qinglan was really in a mess, she was racking her brains, mobilizing all her knowledge to try to find a solution, and before she could even find a clue, the opposite side actually started work, how could this be possible?
"Be calm, this may be a psychological tactic, to deliberately make me anxious......" Huo Qinglan was muttering when a teammate's shout suddenly came from outside.
"Qinglan, don't panic, she definitely did it on purpose, don't be fooled!"
"There's still plenty of time, don't worry, think about it and improve it, you will definitely be able to do it!"
"Qinglan ......"
Huo Qinglan suddenly burst into annoyance and almost went berserk, covering her ears and screaming: "You all shut up for me!"
The voice of cheering and comfort was instantly dumb, and even the sound of discussion disappeared, and the silent needles in the audience could be heard, and everyone could hear the thick anxiety, uneasiness and anger from Huo Qinglan's voice, which showed how bad Huo Qinglan's psychological state was at the moment.
The quieter the scene became, the clearer the sound of boiling water on the other side became, no matter how Huo Qinglan covered her ears, the sound pierced her ears like a pervasive needle.
(PS: Ah Xue is about to take off, who dares to look down on Ah Xue to slap his face at the speed of light in minutes, o(โฏโกโฐ)o) (To be continued.) )