Chapter 585: : End of Special Chef Final

The dish served by Li Quancheng is a flame pot sticker.
And Ichiro Ichiro, unexpectedly, finally took a plate of fried dumplings.
Counting the first round of Chinese fried noodles, the second round of pancake fruit and snacks from this round, the Sapporo tournament finals revolved around Chinese cuisine. The official emotions of the event at this moment may be extremely complicated.
"gone"
Seeing that the two chefs have served one after another, and the jury has not yet started the evaluation, a guest team left the panel.
The lens gives to the past.
This group of people are all dressed in black and lined cranes in the picture. This kind of traditional traditional coat is more like a striking group costume.
The number is the same as the Baiyulou team, seven people, five special chefs, and two Lin giants.
Dojima Yoshiki looked at the TV screen.
"This is the Bamianlou competition!"
Staring at the first extraordinary chef, Dojima Yin said: "This man, named Lin Miao, is the head of the'Five Profound Snakes'. Based on my evaluation with Cheng Yilang, he is no weaker than Li Quan."
"If it wasn't for Ba Mian Lou's active retirement, the b-zone final will definitely be an indissoluble fight."
Xia Yu was also curious to look at this group of people.
There is no doubt that the ‘Bamianlou Competition’ is essentially a representative of the dark world of China.
Outside the Chinese circle, the so-called dark chef is actually a group of people who use taboo ingredients and gourmet cells to do improper activities. The "gourmet society" is one of them. However, compared with some extreme organizations, it is considered to be a delicacy in the world. Will be considered a feather, otherwise the official of the event will not let their team participate.
The Chinese dark chef is totally different from the notorious evil chefs in the world.
To put it simply, one is to follow the flow of the heart, the other is to destroy it with ingredients and strength.
Over the years, the dark world of China has not been a backwater.
Listening to Zhu Qing said, in the early years, the Chinese mainland also set off a wave of food cells, that is, chefs of food balin, and many outstanding figures have emerged, but the provocateurs are too arrogant to anger the leader, resulting in murder, and the forces that just gathered collapsed. . It is undeniable that from the past to the present, there are also schools of food tyrants in mainland China, which have only turned low-key.
To be honest, if there is a chance, Xia Yu doesn't mind having a trick with the Chinese dark chef, and discusses one or two.
He has a strong hunch.
Greetings in the form of greetings are coming soon.
Xia Yu has been secretly thinking about what recipe to use to greet the dark world.
After all, speaking of it, a lot of his body belongs to the dark world.
Kitchen skills, kitchenware.
There are also many ancient recipes branded personally.
...
The third round of evaluations is ongoing.
The Bamianlou team withdrew early.
The two Lin giants in Baiyulou, Lan Chuhan and Xue Feichen looked at each other, but they were helpless to each other.
"Li Quan's stubborn bull!"
Xue Feichen whispered in a low voice: "Before the beginning of time, he repeatedly told him not to use "Burning Flame" and avoid the sharp edge! He still insists on taking the dishes with flame as the core, isn't he hitting the muzzle to find abuse? "
Lan Chuhan sighed and looked at the jury.
At this time, Li Quanzheng looked forward to watching the five judges who had tasted his "flame pot stickers".
But Li Quan's heart is sinking.
The five judges, their complexions remained invisible, and even if they swallowed most of the pot stickers in one gulp, the reaction was as bland as water.
Li Han didn't play mobile games anymore. Looking up, his eyes were complicated.
"Totally...lost!"
With a fist clenched, a sense of unwillingness burst out in his eyes, but he thought of the kind of "intention" called loneliness, but Li Han was swallowing with fear in his heart. When he went to see the uncle, he only had admiration and generality in his eyes. .
"Uncle Quan, I will serve you!"
Shout loudly and give a thumbs up to the chef on the stage.
Hearing the sound, Li Quan looked over, only a bitter face.
Li Han understood the thousand words in this bitter expression.
This is not a private fighting technique, but an international competition stage. Uncle Li's nephew went on the line, but both defeated the "burst" dishes. At this time, the Chinese food industry is probably brewing a storm.
In any case, Li's competition in Sapporo, I am afraid, only negative energy.
"No!"
"Nothing touches me at all!"
"Not enough! Not enough fire!"
The five judges put down the chopsticks one after another.
"So, try my fried dumplings" before Ichiro Ichiro took a step forward.
This man, in international competitions, was still in a black tight-fitting undershirt, not wearing a chef uniform, only wearing a large apron, and long red hair made him look mature and charming.
"Deep-fried dumplings?"
Andrea cheered with one hand on her cheeks, sullenly, like a patient with advanced anorexia. She swept at the fried dumplings of Caibo City Ichiro, her eyes were cold, and her words were also polite: "If you still focus on cooking with "fire" and dishes with "fire" as the soul, don’t eat it. I abstain from voting. Right!"
Igo research authority Luther, with a white handkerchief, wipes the oil on the lips, it does not seem to intend to taste.
Hearing the words, on and off the stage, the chef who understands the meaning of Andrea's words is all complex.
Yes!
"Jia Xia's unified fried noodles of the Seven Kingdoms" is in front, and the road has been cut off. In the subsequent rounds, the dishes with "Fire" as the core will definitely fall into the abyss.
"Eat your own announcement!"
Caibo City Ichiro said lightly.
"Then... eat and see!"
Adelaide picked up chopsticks and picked up fried dumplings.
Although the dumplings and fried dumplings are stuffed with leather wrappers, their appearance and cooking methods are very different.
After sniffing the taste, Adelaide's eyes flashed and opened his mouth, swallowing the delicate and small fried dumplings in one bite!
"vomit!"
The earthquake shook and the tables and chairs were ringing.
The audience stared blankly with their hands clasped at their necks, like a young British man who was drowning and dying.
Dry cough, nausea!
But Adelaide is a fried dumpling in his mouth. Even if his face is purple, his hands are pinched to his neck to breathe, he is still chewing, and his saliva is uncontrollable. Raindrops are falling!
"Ho, ho, ho"
Finally, swallowing the food in, Adelaide seemed to lose his strength and collapsed softly on the chair.
Witness this scene.
"I also try it!"
Judge Furukawa Shinichiro, also holding chopsticks, sent a fried dumpling into his mouth.
boom!
Despite being mentally prepared, Furukawa Shinichiro was still amazed, standing up like a viper and dropping chopsticks to the ground.
"Xiu, Shura!"
With cold sweat on his forehead, Furukawa Shinichiro shouted unconsciously.
Starr stuffed fried dumplings into his mouth sometime, a palm pressed hard against the iron mask to be dropped from the face, and said lowly: "...It seems that there is a palm that breaks through the stomach pocket, pierces the esophagus, and reaches my Mouth, I opened my mouth hard...the violence that I couldn’t resist!"
Hiss!
What a so-called widowed or impeccable gourmet memory is broken by a box of ghosts!
The banned appetite immediately tore open the mouth ~ EbookFREE.me ~ rude, direct food! "
""Sura"..."
"Is this your cooking aesthetic?"
Soon, the five judges looked back, all staring at Caibo Ichiro's face with horror.
"Insufficient hospitality"
The man with the name Shura just smiled lightly.
Seeing this, Dojima backstage shot his thigh.
"This guy, compete with you!"
He glanced at Xia Yu and said, "Chiroichiro actually hates his food. If he doesn't hate it, he's just letting himself go, and he's already a chef Lin, not such a half-hanger."
"In order to play against you, he finally showed his hand. Your kid is proud of himself!"