"You still have to use a cloth to cover it up, or you'll have to withdraw from the game?"

Gu Zhiwei shook his hand, and the few remaining goatees were shaved off two more on the spot. Master Hong was already so angry that his upper orifices were smoking, and his lower orifices were on fire. If someone could add some fuel at this moment, Old Man Gu would be able to do it on the spot.

Transform into a sky-drilling monkey and soar into the sky.

So arrogant! Threatening the judges so nakedly was simply unprecedented and unprecedented. Gu Zhiwei really wanted to smash a mineral water bottle over him to make this guy sober up.

However, the reserve of being a judge and the temptation of curiosity still made Gu Zhiwei calm down.

Challenge "Little Chinese Chef" Kong Deming with Sanmei Tofu? This is so exciting. It's like a village girl putting on what she thinks is the best floral dress and smearing a stick on her face to challenge Miss Xiangjiang.

If it succeeds, it's called 'turning decay into magic'. If it fails, it means you don't know how high the sky is!

The main ingredients of Sanmei tofu are only cabbage and tofu. It stands to reason that it cannot compete with the nine-turn large intestine and double-crispy soup. This guy dares to make such arrogant remarks. Is it really true?

Nowadays, the food industry is changing. Shandong cuisine, which once dominated the eight major cuisines, has fallen far behind Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine and other cuisines. Gu Zhiwei really wants to see someone who can revitalize Shandong cuisine. This expectation also makes

His tolerance level, which should have been zero, skyrocketed.

The old man curled his lips, glared at Master Hong fiercely, and managed to hold back his breath: "Okay, I promise you too! I'll let you block the stove with a cloth apron. Hong Tieniu, you must never do that."

Let my old man down, otherwise, hehe...hehe..."

Those last two sneers were like a cold wind suddenly blowing in the summer, which made the folks in the audience shrink their necks. This old man is really angry. Just do it, Hong Laoliu.

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There is strength in numbers. Folks, your family will make a piece, I will make a piece, and then find some women who are good at needlework to embroider and embroider the red flag. Soon a 20-meter-long cloth apron will be ready. Look for more

Some bamboo poles and branches were thrown to the ground, and Master Hong and his stove were immediately surrounded. From a distance, they looked like a troupe of wild performers in the countryside.

Kong Deming glanced at Bu Weizi, snorted slightly, reached out and took out a wild rooster from the chicken coop at his feet, cut off the head of the chicken with a knife, and then quickly removed the feathers and disemboweled the chicken with extremely skillful techniques.

This is just to get a chicken gizzard. On normal days, even his second chef would not bother to do this kind of rough work. But today, Kong Deming did it himself, just to make every bite of this 'double crispy' dish.

Every aspect is perfect.

"I want to see today, how can you fight me with just cabbage and tofu!"

With a knife in his hand, Kong Deming was like a skillful woman performing needlework, cutting and twisting. He played with the kitchen knife like snowflakes flying, and pieces of transparent chicken gizzards suddenly appeared on the dish table.

"Good guy! After all, he is the direct descendant of Shandong cuisine. Just looking at his knife skills, we are no match for him, right?"

The two special third-level and second-level chefs invited by Shangxiazha Village were dumbfounded. To make this fried double crispy dish "crispy", you must first cut the chicken gizzards very thin, and it is best to make them crispy.

Only when the thickness of each slice differs by no more than two or three microns can the dish reach its peak; otherwise, no matter how well the chef controls the oil temperature and heat, it will be difficult to achieve perfection.

Looking at Kong Deming's sword skills, it can no longer be achieved by hard work alone. It requires first-class talent.

These two chefs also studied Shandong cuisine and naturally worked hard on this dish. Therefore, at a glance, they knew that there was no need to compete. They were no match for Kong Deming.

"A small country chef is a small country chef. Even if the guy named Hong Tieniu has some skills, he can't win. After all, the three-beautiful tofu is inherently deficient. How can it compete with big dishes like nine-turn large intestine and double crispy soup? Lao Gu Ah, I think you made a mistake this time and actually let a junior fool you in front of so many people."

Chang Aiguo, an old official, twirled his beard and laughed. Ever since he edited "The World's Recipes", he has always regarded himself as the best foodie in the world, but every time Gu Zhiwei still steals the limelight, he feels bad for a long time. This time I finally got a chance to ridicule Gu Zhiwei.

"Hmph, Hong Tieniu is not a fool. If he dares to put down his arrogance in front of us, he must have something to rely on. Old Chang, aren't you curious?"

Gu Zhiwei smiled faintly.

"Really? If there is something to rely on, then why hasn't he done it yet? My old man is not deaf, I can hear him if he uses the knife."

"Yes, is this kid really a lunatic?" Gu Zhiwei glanced at Bu Waizi and frowned.

At this time, some restless villagers also came closer. One group surrounded Kong Deming and marveled at his superb knife skills; the other group stood outside the cloth circle and talked incessantly. The beating of Hong Laoliu's war drum shocked Tianxiang, why did it turn off when it was time to meet Zhenzhang? Emotions belong to ducks?

More and more people gathered around, and Zhou Yi couldn't help but call Zhu Xiaohua and the others walked outside the circle and stopped to watch...

"I said, the third son of the Zhang family, can you please stop squeezing my wife? Just be careful that I beat you up!"

"Osmanthus, you're a widow, why are you here to join in the fun? Be careful of those second-rate scoundrels taking advantage of you. Quick, come to Fourth Brother's side..."

"Hey, why are you squeezing?"

When there are more people, there are more things going on, and quarrels start to happen. The village officials of several villages are busy maintaining order, but the more they maintain order, the more chaotic they become.

Zhu Xiaohua was afraid that Hua Hua would be taken advantage of, so she quickly protected her and squeezed out, but where could she get out? When she turned around, even Guan Wei and Zhou Yi couldn't see her.

At the most chaotic moment, Zhou Yi suddenly slipped down and squeezed out a gap. As soon as he was short, he entered the cloth circle without anyone noticing. Those who were squeezed by him turned around and wanted to yell, but they couldn't. I just couldn't find a home.

"Hey, stop crowding, Hong Laoliu is starting to cook!"

A rapid sound of knives suddenly came from inside the cloth fence. Upon hearing the sound of knives, the people outside suddenly became quiet, and everyone showed an attentive attitude of listening.

It sounds so good!

The sound of the knife is not only rapid, but also seems to have rhythm. It is better than the Huqin played by Wang Laohu Troupe. Is this chopping vegetables or playing music? The folks have no musical literacy, and they are not as good as those talent show judges on TV. , I can tell a lot of theories when I catch a player sneezing, but I just think the sound is nice and I love to hear it.

But when this sound reached the ears of several judges, the feeling was completely different.

Yang Cai was smiling brightly as she watched the chaotic mountain people scolding the villagers, and was thinking about how to express this rural culture in a literary form; when the sound of a knife suddenly hit her ears, the girl was immediately stunned. , the face was full of astonishment and disbelief.

The rhythmic sound of the knife actually reminded her of the symphony she heard in Wei Liao last year...

Several old judges were also petrified in an instant. After a long while, Gu Zhiwei murmured: "Enjoying the sound of the knife... This, isn't this the knife technique that only the ancient kitchen god Boding had? I ...Did I hear it correctly?”

"Lao Gu, you heard it right, you heard it right!"

It has to be said that Chang Aiguo is an old revolutionary soldier who has fought tough battles on the battlefield. He jumped half a foot high excitedly and grabbed Gu Zhiwei's arm: "That's what he said, it must be wrong." No, you can’t be wrong! Lao Gu, your eyesight is so good that it’s almost as good as the sparrows I raise..."

ps: It’s coming soon, the best flavor in the world is about to appear, in the next chapter! I originally wanted to write this chapter together, but it’s been so long, so I must write something new and let me think about it again ...

Brothers, my mother-in-law is here again. The first place on our list should have been removed from the list at three o'clock in the afternoon, but it hasn't moved at all yet...

The brother below is urgently asking for recommendation votes. What should we do? You know:)

Thank you in advance, Light and Dark :)
Chapter completed!