In the small courtyard of the capital, Yu Yuan nested on the sofa, leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, and the old god stared at the TV in front of him.

Inside, is his favorite cartoon this year - "Little Master of China". He has also seen this film, in his sister's tablet, but I don't know why, when he wants to find it again, it is gone!

On the screen, the little master embarks on a journey to find the true meaning of food, carrying a small backpack on his shoulder, alone on his back, but he is full of spirit.

The little guy smacked his mouth twice, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "This is a splendid life...... he always wants to go abroad with his sister to participate in the competition, even if he can't play, he can still shout and cheer at the bottom, instead of now, he can only be suppressed in a small room......

Since the last time he made disrespectful remarks, Yu Jianguo discussed with his wife, which greatly reduced the scope of his activities outside, and ...... also frantically enrolled him in a lot of interest classes. Now, apart from school, he doesn't have time to wander around.

is so springy, but he is locked in a cage like a little bird, leaving only a heart rippling.

Yu Yuan sighed for a while, dragging his little head to look at the infinite scenery outside the window, and his mind had already drifted to the competition scene thousands of miles away.

In the Rooster Country Flower City, Yu Jian finally came back to her senses, she gathered the chefs together, leaned her head on her head, and whispered something.

Fang Zilu looked frightened.

Chef Lai wrenched his wrist.

Master Ah Huan smiled pleasantly.

"Let's get started." Yu Jian flipped the kitchen knife in his hand and said categorically.

In Huaiyang cuisine, there is a dish that tests knife skills and patience very much, and now this dish has long been lost in the long river of history with the changes of time, and it can only be found in historical stories and wild history records.

This is the nine-buckle three-wire tower.

It's nothing more than Fang Zilu to be frightened, although he has never made or eaten this dish, he has already heard of it, this is one of the most representative dishes in the Modu Bengang. One dish, with twenty-seven flavors, is as beautiful as a fairyland.

But—

It's too hard!!

Twenty-seven flavors means 20 ingredients, all cut into hair-thin strips!!

At this moment, he just wanted to look up to the sky and shout: Concubine...... Can't do it......

"Little Fangzi, get moving!" Chef Lai saw that he was still struggling and refused to move, his eyes widened, and the horizontal flesh on his face trembled three times.

This Huaiyang chef, at this moment, suddenly brought some unusual momentum. There is a little bit of ...... Like Yu Jian??

Fang Zilu slumped his shoulders in frustration and replied slowly, "Yes—"

The three of them each went to the ingredient room to choose the ingredients they needed, and Yu Jian ...... Preparing a soup.

The protagonist of this round of the competition is vegetables, but it does not mean that meat cannot be used, on the other hand, other teams have already taken chicken, duck and fish, she smiled lightly, and sure enough, she can go to the world stage, and she is not an idle person.

The dragon grouper has always been known as a small dragon, weighing more than 100 catties, and there is one in the food room. Yu briefly looked at the dragon's belly, and she wanted to use this fish stomach to make a dish that only appeared in ancient recipes - rejuvenation soup.

Take ginseng, codonopsis, and prince ginseng and put them into the dragon's belly, add green onions, ginger and cooking wine to blanch to remove the fish, and then slowly boil over low heat. The book said that it needed to be boiled for three days and three nights, and Yu Jian used a pressure cooker to try to completely release the essence of dragon belly and ginseng in the shortest possible time.

The yellow soup slowly becomes translucent and exudes a unique fresh aroma.

At this time, Chef Lai came back with Fang Zilu. Xiao Fang still sighed at the complexity of the dishes during the period, and was glared at by Chef Lai, so he disappeared in an instant, and went to clean the ingredients with Chef Ahun.

When all the ingredients were placed on the cooking table, gold, white, purple, transparent, yellow, gray, red, seven different colors, suddenly made Fang Zilu gasp again, and he took two small steps back to the side.

Chef Lai grinned eight smoky yellow teeth, and his eyes sparkled

, the blade in his hand flashed, and he shouted: "Look at it!"

Huaiyang knife work, fast, ruthless, accurate, between the lightning sparks, is a filament scattered.

Master Ah Huan, not to be outdone, only felt that there was only a slight movement in his hands, and rows of golden filaments were displayed.

Yu Jian took a deep breath, gently pressed the ingredients in his hand with his left hand, and the kitchen knife in his right hand was fast and steady, turning rapidly.

Fang Zilu swallowed his saliva and slowly touched his knife.

Discard!

This gang of sub-roll kings!

Who still doesn't know how to chop vegetables?

After a short time, the ingredients of different shapes were turned into thin filaments as thin as cicada wings under the hands of the chefs, and then three filaments of the same color were spread at the bottom of the bowl, poured with Yu Jian's boiled rejuvenation soup, and put them into the steamer to steam.

Finally, there is the nine buttons, which is also the biggest problem of this dish.

Yu Jian moved away and gave up his position to Master Ah. Ah Huan has followed Chen Achun for many years, and because of his personality, his big hands full of scars are as steady as an old dog.

One stack, two buckles, then stacks, and then buckles, firmly buckle out the colorful nine-story tower, and finally decorate a round mushroom, and cover the top of the tower with the most perfect tower hat.

In Fang Zilu's hand, he had already scooped up a spoonful of thickened and moisturizing juice, and slowly poured it from the spire, adding the last trace of mystery to this pagoda.

It's really just like Shi Tanhua said: "The nine-story pagoda towers out of the sky, and the seven Buddha spirits are above. When the mountains are cold and the clouds are cold, it is midnight, and only the fragrance of fairy music is dispersed."

The audience was stunned, where had these soil buns, who lived in foreign lands all year round, seen such a prosperous beauty, and even the judges sat up straight and held their heads high.

The bell rang, and the crisp female voice said, "Huaxia, Nine Buckles and Three Silk Towers."

……

With the opening of a piece of silk, hundreds of layers of thin silk slowly unfold like feathers, spreading into the moist broth, like a spiritual flower in full bloom, and the fairy spirit is curling.

&y picked out the yellow filament from the porcelain plate and slowly put it in the mouth, there was a slight bitterness in the sweetness, and it turned moist in an instant. The soup between the shredded vegetables is like a liquid of elixir and jade, and it is as sweet as a sweet spring, stimulating the body to exude infinite heat.

He was overjoyed, and he felt that a drop of soup would make him several years younger.

One mouthful is full of red face, two mouthfuls are radiant, and three mouthfuls are rejuvenated.

Just as he was immersed in the Nine Buckles and Three Silk Towers that moistened the rejuvenation soup, the judges who were silent just now around him suddenly rushed in the other direction.

"Neon Nation complete!" A high-pitched and cold male voice sounded, and Yu Jian should be prestigious, a neon man with a square face in the Chinese character.

I heard him say again, "This is the oldest dish in the neon country, the vegetarian steamed sound part."

His eyes suddenly contracted, and Yu Jian was stunned as if he had been electrocuted, and his eyes shot aggressively at the tray where the dishes were placed in the Neon Country.

Light smoke is wafting, Penglai singers and girls are dancing, and the voice of the plain steaming voice is a small sample of the Sichuan picture.