In the Su He Hotel, Su Ruotong returned to everyone holding the lottery number drawn in his hand.
Bao Ruwen had a warm smile on his face when he heard the host announcing the number on the stage.
When he saw Su Ruotong coming down, he was extremely happy: "What a good number."
The number they drew was number five.
The one who appears first will definitely not be good, and the one who appears late will not be able to take advantage.
Only numbers that hang in the middle and are slightly ahead of the test are the most likely to achieve high scores.
Su Ruotong nodded and said: "Okay, let's go with the host to see what kind of stove is used, and then prepare the ingredients.
I asked just now, can you prepare some commonly used ingredients in advance, such as minced onions and minced garlic?
Something like that.”
The nine chefs standing behind her were all gearing up.
They were all very excited and followed Su Ruotong away.
A few people stood in front of the arranged long stove.
Someone on the stove table opposite greeted Su Ruotong enthusiastically and shouted: "Hey, aren't you Su Ruotong?
Hello, you are here to participate in the competition too."
When Su Ruotong looked up, it was Jin Bixin Jin Bixin has eyes as wet as a deer, and her hair is fresh and short.
She looks lively and cute.
She is wearing a tailor-made pure white chef uniform.
She is beautiful and well-behaved, but in fact, she is not as well-behaved as she seems.
Nodding to Jin Bixin, Su Ruotong said hello calmly: "Hello, Miss Jin."
"Don't be so arrogant, just call me Xinxin."
Jin Bixin stuck out her tongue: "There are ten of you here.
It seems that you are competing in a team competition and I am competing in a single competition.
My father is the vice president of the Chinese Culinary Association. , if you have the opportunity to recommend, you recommend me.
I heard that your Su’s Restaurant was originally recommended for the single-player competition, but later Grandpa Tao spoke up and changed it to a team competition. " Su Ruotong didn't expect that his own restaurant would come to participate in the competition, and there would be such twists and turns behind his back, and he couldn't help but feel grateful to Tao Yide.
The relationship between the Tao family and the Su family has now been eased.
Su Ruotong decided to go to Tao Yide to express his thanks in person after the game.
"Thank you, Miss Jin, for telling me this."
Su Ruotong said.
"It doesn't matter.
My father told me this anyway, so I'll tell you.
Seriously, don't call me Miss Jin.
It sounds so awkward.
You call me Xinxin, and I'll call you Tongtong too." ,OK" Because Jin Bixin was good-looking and looked like a good girl at first glance, and she seemed to know Su Ruotong, she immediately gained the favor of the contestants at Su's Restaurant.
Jiang Mingming was about the same age as Jin Bixin and was still single, so her hormones couldn't help but be a bit over the top.
Before Su Ruotong could answer Jin Bixin, she gave Jin Bixin a cheerful smile and interjected: "Then I'll call you Xinxin too, okay?"
Jin Bixin smiled suddenly, revealing two sweet and deep dimples: "Okay, what should I call you?"
"My name is Jiang Mingming, please call me Mingming."
Just as the game was about to start, the two people here actually started flirting.
Li Hongxing couldn't stand it anymore.
He knocked on the table and coughed: "Mingming, cut some lotus root antler.
I want round lotus root antler the size of millet grains." , don’t cut off too much wire drawing, you know how to cut it.”
When Jiang Mingming heard this, he was dumbfounded.
He calmed down and went to work with a kitchen knife.
The lotus root itself is brittle and not easy to cut, let alone cut into round shapes of the same size.
The size of the lotus root is required to be about the size of a millet grain.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
The most unbearable thing is that when it comes to cutting, try to keep the lotus roots inside.
This is too difficult.
But Jiang Mingming didn't even dare to fart, because there were people in Su's Restaurant who could do it.
During this year's Qingming Festival, Su Ruotong taught Bao Ruwen and the others the technique of cutting lotus roots without cutting them into threads.
After cutting, the small white lotus root dices were spread out on the chopping board, with a piece of silver shimmering in the middle.
Just like the Milky Way, carefully put it on the plate.
After shaping it, add some transparent sauce and add a few slices of decorative herbs to make a cold dish that is blindingly beautiful.
Bao Ruwen, who now dominates the restaurant in terms of cooking skills, practiced this skill for a whole month before he had some experience with it.
Jiang Mingming couldn't do it at this level.
Seeing that Jiang Mingming was stumped all of a sudden, Jin Bixin tilted her head and said angrily on his behalf: "Hey, uncle, aren't you trying to force others to do something difficult?
Cut the lotus root into velvet of the same size.
I think it's okay.
It's okay if it doesn't stop.
What do you mean?
What’s the difference between you and those who want to eat dumplings stuffed with water?”
Speaking of the allusion to the water-stuffed dumplings, everyone present knew it, especially the cooks.
Legend has it that in ancient times, a newly married woman was embarrassed by her parents-in-law and asked her to eat dumplings, but the fillings must be all water, otherwise they are not considered dumplings, and the dumplings must be cooked in a pot.
This stumped the woman.
She thought for a long time before she figured out the solution, which was to wrap the dumpling wrappers with ice cubes and then cook them in a pot.
In this way, the dumpling wrappers would be cooked and the inside would be cooked.
The ice cubes have just melted, so of course it’s a packet of water when eaten.
After her father-in-law and mother-in-law ate the "unique" dumplings, they finally stopped making things difficult for their new daughter-in-law.
Bao Ruwen has a good impression of Jin Bixin, but no matter how good the impression is, they are all here to participate in the competition, and Jin Bixin is their competitor in a sense.
Bao Ruwen chuckled and said, "Little girl, you can't talk enough."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the thick square-backed kitchen knife in his hand, put a layer of white vinegar on the blade, and started cutting the lotus roots on the desk.
The sound of the knife hitting the chopping board was almost continuous, like the sound of heavy rain falling on a spring night.
The lotus root on the chopping board quickly turned into rows of neat lotus root slices, then lotus root strips, and then smaller and smaller lotus root dices.
But the most bizarre thing is the movement of Bao Ruwen's wrist.
I don't know how he controls his wrist and arm.
His movements are like a specially processed film, with every frame slightly laggy.
It is obviously a whole movement of cutting with one knife, but it can make people's eyes dizzy, and it feels like there is a pause in the middle.
Seeing Bao Ruwen's action, Jin Bixin knew in her heart that this old man had a unique skill.
Maybe he could really cut out the lotus root velvet with endless silk threads that the lame old man just said.
In less than three minutes, Bao Ruwen stopped and saw diced lotus root neatly spread out on the chopping board.
Each pellet was round, each pellet was the size of a beautiful millet grain, and The most amazing thing is that the silver threads on it are shining, and it looks like they are really made of lotus roots.
As if to show off, Bao Ruwen gently lifted up a small lotus root antler at the front and slowly pulled it upwards.
A magical scene happened, and a bunch of small lotus root antlers at the back were all pulled up.
The connection between them is the thread between them.
The lotus root velvet he brought up looked like small pearls embedded in a fishing net.
They were astonishingly beautiful.
Jin Bixin's eyes widened in surprise.
She had never seen such exquisite cooking skills in her whole life.
"You see, little girl, if you can't do it yourself, it doesn't mean that others can't do it."
Bao Ruwen put away the knife, put down the lotus root net, and said slowly: "This is called a pearl shirt."
A camera clicked, and a man with a reporter ID badge on his chest was taking pictures of the lotus root on Bao Ru's writing board.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
After taking the photo, he did not forget to say to Bao Ruwen with excitement on his face: "Sir, your cooking skills are really great.
I am a reporter from the Beijing News.
When you finish the competition later, I can Can I interview you?"
When Bao Ruwen heard that someone wanted to interview him, he was so happy that he immediately nodded: "That's no problem."
"Thank you, thank you.
Could you please stay with your team for a while?
I'm very optimistic about you," the reporter said excitedly, his eyes lingering on Su Ruotong.
Originally, this reporter saw Jin Bixin and wanted to interview this young and beautiful female chef, who is rare in the chef ranks, to add some gimmicks and highlights to his report, but he did not expect to see Bao Ruwen's kitchen.
Forget it about performing arts, next, he made an even bigger discovery.
He actually discovered A beauty who is several times more beautiful than Jin Bixin.
Moreover, this beauty is quite famous on the Internet.
She is called the "Fairy God of Cooking".
Not only is she good at cooking, she also raises funds for left-behind children in New York, which caused a lot of confusion.
It was such a sensation that even he himself had watched several short videos about this fairy chef.
Originally, this interview assignment was very common, because this kind of small cooking competition, which is not very eye-catching and related to people's livelihood, will definitely not be on the front page, or even the second or third page.
But, If the Fairy God of Cooking also participates, and if we add some charity topics, if there are no other big things today, maybe it will make headlines.
The reporter sat down happily and decided to pay attention to Su Ruotong's group's competition.
At this time, it was five minutes before nine o'clock, and the judges began to take their seats.
There were a total of twenty judges sitting on the stage, each of whom was a well-known figure in the domestic culinary or nutritional circles.
Tao Yide didn't come because he was too old, but the two apprentices he taught back then who are now mortal enemies were all included.
Bao Ruwen looked at the people on the stage with a smile.
Not only had he heard the names of some of these people on TV or in the ears of his colleagues, they were all people he looked up to in the past, but now it seems that they are I no longer have the same feeling as meeting my idol before.
Because he knows that one day he will achieve greater achievements than them, or in other words, purely in terms of cooking skills, in some places, he has exceeded the limit of what these people can do, if nothing else, Can they cut lotus roots into "pearl shirts"?
The confident Bao Ruwen calmly waited for the competition to be announced and glanced at the judges' table one by one.
At this time, his eyes suddenly froze.
I saw a man sitting in the middle of the stage.
This man had a slightly square face and a serious expression.
He was wearing a pearl gray suit.
He tilted his head and listened to the people next to him with an indifferent expression.
His appearance was not familiar to Bao Ruwen, but he could tell at a glance that this was not the man who lived on the same floor as them in the hotel.
He and Su Changqing passed by him twice, but each time he showed an expression of extreme disgust towards them for no reason. man Is it possible that this man knew them and had a grudge against the Su family?
Bao Ruwen's heart suddenly became cold.
Before he even started cooking, the judges already had objections to them.
This is nothing more than bullshit: