"No, that's fine."

Feng Xue said, took out a small box of bottles and cans, and put them on the countertop to wait for inspection.

Although the preliminaries do not require you to complete all the steps on the street, you will need to report the various ingredients used, on the one hand, for food safety issues, and on the other hand, for the purpose of measuring cooking skills.

After all, for cooking competitions, many things can affect fairness, such as a pot of old soup that has been passed down for generations, which can easily make a chef who can cook noodles better than a famous chef who has been immersed in this dish for many years.

Not to mention the behavior of finding someone to stew soup stock and pre-made ingredients on behalf of others, although the organizing committee cannot completely eliminate this practice, it can also balance the performance of the contestants by reducing the weight of the corresponding ingredients and seasonings.

The seasoning submitted by Feng Xue can be called shabby, the material is only high, medium and low gluten flour, the seasoning is only oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and sugar, and the kitchen utensils only have steamers and common pastry tools, the only thing that can be regarded as complicated is the "ingredients" encapsulated in two boxes of small glass jars.

"It's all common plant extracts, no problem." The staff of the organizing committee quickly sampled and archived the two sets of "ingredients", and Feng Xue also got a card with a collection code (convenient for counting turnover) symbolizing the permission to participate, and pushed her own trolley into the square under the watchful eye of the camera installed on the dining car.

Feng Xue came a little late today, many players in the square have already started selling, and many pedestrians on the side of the road have already eaten a belly, Feng Xue is not in a hurry, and slowly came to the booth prepared by the organizing committee, connecting the special water pipe for the competition with the water purification system of the mobile booth, and then began to meet.

He didn't do the juggling-like tricks, which could easily attract the attention of passers-by, but as one lady in the God of Food said, a chef is not a circus clown, and even if the eye-catching approach can quickly attract diners, it may leave a bad impression on the judges.

"Chefs are all about taste, right?"

The corners of Feng Xue's mouth rose slightly, and the dazzling cooking began......

……

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we continue to focus on the preliminaries of the Longmen Pastry Competition, what? Visiting a store? What are you kidding, Quanlonggong City...... No, the best pastry chefs in the country are in this square, and you asked me to explore the shop elsewhere? What do you think? ”

Holding a selfie stick, Li Ziming walked into Longmen Square as he spoke, while constantly adjusting the camera, but his eyes were looking for food that could make his eyes shine.

Anchors like him are not uncommon in Longmen Square, not to mention the popularity of this noodle contest itself, first of all, no matter what the dish, it is priced at a people-friendly price of five yuan a piece, and with the chef's skills, it is enough to make any foodie crazy.

Not to mention the anchor, I have to run over the morning, lunch and evening to move bricks next door, just kidding, it's cheaper to eat here than a box lunch on the construction site!

"As we all know, there are only a few days left in the preliminaries, and the contestants who are still in the square are either full of self-confidence and come to the competition until the end, or they are the brave who have been repeatedly eliminated and repeatedly challenged, it can be said that the gambling is very big, well, I didn't eat this morning, let's find some appetizers for the first course!"

While interacting with the audience in the live broadcast room, Li Ziming swept his eyes over the surrounding stalls, and with his arrival, many chefs cheered up.

It is also this change that makes Li Ziming pass these chefs, in the final analysis, he thinks that the anchor may be able to bring heat, thereby increasing customer flow, but this idea itself means that he is not confident enough, although the effect of being an anchor is not bad, but to be able to compete in this square, no matter how you say it, you have to have two brushes, and no matter how you cook, it will not be dark cuisine, instead of eating this kind of half-hanging, it is better to find the big guy.

Just as he was thinking this, a faint fragrance suddenly wafted from the tip of his nose, although it was very light, very light, and very soft, but in Longmen Square, which was full of steam and face fragrance, such a sweet smell immediately attracted his attention.

"Irons, my nose tells me there must be something good up ahead!"

With a sentence to the audience, Li Ziming took a step and walked along the wisp of fragrance, and soon, he saw the source of the fragrance......

[Laugh to death!] A fruit stand at the pastry contest! 】

[Good guy, I call it a good guy, can you sell fruit directly in the pastry contest? ] 】

[What, I'm curious, is there any fresh blueberries in Longmen this season?] 】

[What age is this, what can't be planted in the greenhouse!] 】

All kinds of barrages flowed on the screen, but Li Ziming was stunned when he looked at the fruit stall in front of him, yes, the fruit stall.

Obviously, there are payment codes for the contestants in the preliminary round of the Longmen Pastry Contest hanging next to it, but on the countertop where the finished products are placed in the mobile booth, there are fresh fruits one by one.

There are grapes, blueberries, oranges, apples, green mangoes...... And so on and so forth, and the sweet aroma he smelled was the fruity aroma of these fruits.

"Boss, bring me an apple!"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his sluggishness, and it was only then that he noticed the guests who were scanning the code to pick up the goods.

And then......

", this is a noodle fruit?!"

Li Ziming's eyes widened, watching the stall chef stop the action of mixing noodles and hand an apple to the customer, only then did he finally realize that this was probably not a fruit, but a traditional Chinese pastry-

Noodles.

But here's the problem......

[I didn't see the puree!] 】

Sure enough, as a person from the Dragon Palace, not to mention that they are all pastry masters, but it is certain that they can talk about two sentences, and after a while, some people open their mouths to question.

"But it smells a little bit fruity." Li Ziming shrugged the tip of his nose, sniffed the elegant and fruity fragrance in the air, and finally stepped forward, took out another mobile phone, and said while scanning the code:

"Boss, let's string blueberries."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The chef, who was holding a brush to color an orange, put it down, opened the insulated lid, took out a bunch of blueberries that looked like they had just been picked and even had hoarfrost hanging on them.

Li Ziming carefully took the blueberry, pointed the camera at the dough fruit in his hand with the other hand, and said in a somewhat exaggerated tone:

"Tiezi, let's take a closer look first, who can see that this is actually made of noodles?"

Not to mention the high-definition lens, Li Ziming put the blueberries in front of his eyes, but he couldn't find the slightest flaw, whether it is the faint, slightly astringent fruit fragrance, or the dark blue color, the dense hoarfrost that appears like fine water droplets, or the branches with clear textures connected to a few blueberries, and the leaf veins are clear, green and crisp, but the leaves that seem to be able to pass through the light, all seem to be so flawless.

There should be another chapter to follow

(End of chapter)