"The grinding disc does not make a harsh grinding sound when it rotates, and the sound is low and rhythmic, which shows that it is not a fluke that the bearded man can rank thirty-six in the Qinxing weapons spectrum.

At the same time, it also shows that the control of his left and right hands has reached the peak, the speed of the right hand to push the grinding disc and the left hand to pull the beans into a line, put into the material hole to cooperate seamlessly, when the soybeans enter the grinding disc, the amount of water film wrapped in the outer layer is just right, and there is no need to add it later, so that the soybeans can first interact with the water under the action of the heat generated when the grinding disc is rolled, so as to eliminate the beany gas with the raw soybean milk......"

No chef is a jack of all trades, even a national-level culinary master like Mr. Zhang Zhouxuan, or even a hard-working genius like Cui Zhengshan, who has been rare for decades, cannot know how to use a grinding plate.

Therefore, these insiders can only look at the surface and marvel at Cheng Dabeard's skillful and unemployed sincerity.

But Zhouzhou is different, when Cheng Rin began to grind soybean milk, he had already searched for the hand-ground soybean milk production methods of the two worlds, and on the basis of seeking common ground while reserving differences and complementing each other's short and long, he smashed another hundred points of perception value.

At the moment, he only talks about hand-grinding soy milk, as if he is already a master-level figure, and he is a real insider.

Where did Cheng Rin think that he was facing a 'hanging god', and this thing at the bottom of the box was clearly seen by Zhou Zhou.

"If you talk about technique alone, I just rely on the perception value to improve without getting the top recipe, and I still am not the opponent of this bearded man, but ......"

Zhou Zhou glanced at the fat man and Master Sun who were standing dumbfounded and looking at Cheng Rin, and secretly sighed in his heart: "I'm sorry, Master Cheng, I also know that it's a bit of a win, but who made me have to win?" ”

With these two BUFF boys, even if his skills are not as fine as Cheng Rin, when the soy milk comes out, he can still cover this person on the taste, from the master to the chef god level, although it is not delicious +3 can be filled, it is not much worse, you can imagine what kind of expression the judges of this fight and Cheng Rin will have when they drink the 'god-level' soy milk......

"Apprentice, boil soy milk in a pot, add less water, don't boil it for too long."

This is a fighting dish, not a dine-in meal car, and there are probably five or six bowls of soy milk, and Cheng Rin will stop.

He also felt that something was not right, and the judges just looked at it, and those surprised and admiring eyes only made him more proud; But I always feel that Zhou Zhou's gaze is wrong, as if he wants to see through his methods, and this feeling is even a little like a woman's sixth sense.

Five or six bowls of soy milk are about the same, although the number of 'judges' seems to be more, but this is just for them to taste, and Cheng Rin is not prepared to take care of it.

If it weren't for the fight with Zhouzhou, I'm afraid that only Old Man Zhang was qualified to drink the soy milk he grinded with all his skills, and even the famous Wu Jiuyu was only half qualified.

Although Niu Yongren was a little stupid, the boiling master's soybean milk was a good hand, he first heated the empty pot, and waited until the temperature of the pot was estimated to be 50 degrees, and then poured the soy milk into it, and then immediately pressed the simmer, while slowly stirring with chopsticks, while slowly pouring the prepared cold boiled water into the pot.

"It is worthy of Cheng Da's bearded grinding plate and a master of diligent weapons, this soybean milk is really extraordinary and comparable......"

Several judges exchanged glances, and at this time they also saw the extraordinaryness of this pot of soy milk.

Generally, boiling soybean milk pays attention to the fact that it is first boiled with a large fire, and then changed to a simmer, which is to force out the beany gas with a rapidly rising temperature, but the soybean milk that Cheng Rin grinds is different, and there is no need to remove the fishy process at all, just use the simmer directly.

This is because Cheng Rin's technique is obviously superior, even the raw soy milk that has just been ground does not have much beany gas, so you can give up the process of boiling over high heat and fry it directly with a simmer, so that the boiled soybean milk will inevitably taste more delicate and sweet.

"Judges, the soy milk I grind out from Lao Cheng never needs to add sugar and salt, only eating the original flavor is the best, please taste it."

Cheng Rin waved his hand, and Niu Yong divided the pot of soy milk into more than a dozen bowls, each bowl was only half a small one, and sent them to the dining table outside.

"It just so happens that my old man has never liked to put sugar and salt in soy milk, let's go, let's try Master Cheng's craftsmanship."

In fact, you don't have to taste it, the connoisseur knows that this soy milk is by no means ordinary and comparable when he smells it, and the old man Zhang Zhouxuan glanced at Zhou Zhou, and he secretly beat the drum in his heart.

"Is it that my old man underestimated these people on the Qinxing weapon spectrum, but don't be self-defeating, if Xiao Zhou loses, isn't it my old man's fault?" ’

Cheng Rin looked at Zhou Zhou with a smile: "Master Zhou, aren't you going to taste it?" ”

"Haha, the soy milk that Master Cheng grinds by himself, I naturally want to taste it."

Zhou Zhou laughed and followed the judges to the outside table.

There was a small half bowl of soy milk in the small bowl of celadon, and before he tasted the color, Zhou Zhou just glanced at it, and nodded secretly.

It's really a good craft.

This small half bowl of soy milk is dark yellow in color, rich in pulp but without a trace of okara, this is the benefit of simmering, because the heat is uniform, the oil in the soy milk will not be lost a lot, but in the process of slow cooking, it is perfectly integrated in the pulp, which can not only keep the taste of soy milk mellow, but also help plant protein to be successfully converted into amino acids, adding a little sweetness.

Zhou Zhou gently drank the soy milk, it was really hot, soft, fragrant, and smooth, and the rich pulp even gently turned on the tip of the tongue before it spread, and obviously there was no sugar, but the aftertaste was very fragrant and sweet, as if this was not soy milk, but milk!

"This is called soy milk......

Zhou Zhou nodded lightly, even if Cheng Rin was his opponent at this moment, he had to admit that this was the most delicious soy milk he had ever drunk in his two lives.

"It's unbelievable that you can eliminate beany gas with a clever technique at the grinding stage."

Wu Jiuyu, who has always been a 'poisonous snake', was unusual, and praised Cheng Dabeard in front of Zhou Zhou: "I have nothing to find fault with here, if I have to say that there is any problem, it is too little, this is only half a bowl, who are you fooling?" ”

The old man Zhang Zhouxuan also sighed again and again, although he didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said: "It seems that my old man is wrong, and none of the characters on the diligent weapons spectrum are idle people." ”

"Bearded senior, you grind and push so well, you should belong to a horse, right?"

Li Xueru held back for a long time, and this time she finally reminded herself that she didn't talk nonsense and hurt others.

"Hehe, this young lady is so funny to talk about, why do you say that my master is a horse?"

Niu Yong looked at Li Xueru with some surprise, feeling that on the channel opposite this young lady, the tone of her speech was very similar to me?

Li Xueru replied without thinking about it: "Because there is no donkey in the 12 zodiac signs."

Yes! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, bearded senior, I didn't mean you're a donkey, I'm ...... I want to praise you...... I'm ......"

Why are you so boastful?

Cheng Rin's face turned blue.