Chapter 888: : Counterfeit Counterattack (Middle)

"Ah--"
"Who said that the ingredients are sufficient, you can make a gourmet meal? Otherwise, how can those ingredient suppliers not dominate the food industry."
It's not just a matter of opening your mouth, Wei Zhong is called'Alternate Pastry King', which makes sense.
He said with a blank expression: "Dahe rice is a good rice with a long reproductive cycle. It is a famous rice that has experienced the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It produces only one batch a year, which can be said to be the essence of the world."
"The key is that Dahe rice has a special texture, between glutinous rice and indica rice. If you want to classify it, then it is a kind of characteristic japonica rice."
"Why must Geyang Rice Cakes use Dahe Rice and local high-quality spring water to make them?"
Wei Zhong looked at Xia Yu in this way.
"Is it impossible to say?" He sneered at the corner of his mouth. "The judges questioned you because they knew that before making the Goyang rice cake, Dahemi had to be soaked in spring water for 3 to 10 days!"
"During soaking, the two merged, and the rice grains became moist and soft, and the trace elements rich in mountain spring water will continue to penetrate into the rice grains. At the same time, the water washed away the ingredients that affected the quality of the rice cake... Ha ha, if you look at it from the perspective of the micro world, there is a special kind of microorganism in the spring water that can be fermented in soaking, so that some small molecular substances of Dahe rice will disappear!"
Throwing full of dry goods, Wei Zhong stared at the boy away.
"So..."
His eyes became sharp.
"How do you allow Dahemi and spring water to be soaked for 3 to 10 days in just one hour?"
The camera, the judges, and the audience all looked at Xia Mowang.
Uncle student No. 9 wipes sweat from the side.
The uncle is also quite confused, and his expression is half blank. Right, how did Xia Mowang make Geyang rice cake?
After hearing that, Xia Yu just grinned, "Want to know?"
He pointed to the dishes on the table.
"Then try it!"
"Well--"
The judges looked back to the dishes.
The original Goyang rice cake?
Apart from the thoughtful Lu Qinghong and the old man who has been studying the folk culture with great interest, the other three judges unanimously wrote questions in their eyes!
Goyang rice cakes are not taller than the original flavor, and can be processed and cooked again.
Or rather the other way around, the original rice cakes, bricks, can you eat them?
Even in Goyang, the way to eat home-made rice cakes is sliced, mixed with shredded pork, bean sprouts, shredded winter bamboo shoots, etc., and fried and eaten.
"his hand……"
Lu Qinghong has a keen insight.
She was looking at Xia Yu's hand.
These hands have similar styles to those of Wei Zhong and Ye Feizhou.
It's not that it's fair and smooth, but that there is a mysterious aura. When your eyes glance over, your eyes are drawn.
If you are cooking, these hands are the well-deserved protagonist in the lens!
and.
Lu Qinghong noticed the intense cooking process before. This summer demon king, after student No. 9 smashed the rice cake rice ball with a wooden hammer, squarely intervened and brought the rice ball to a clean kitchen counter, just like kneading the dough, continue to correct The rice cake rice ball is mysteriously deep processed, and it is the original strength with both hands!
Then compare the pictures of Wei Zhong and Ye Feizhou assisting the students...
The faint sense of familiarity gave Lu Qinghong a terrible thought in his heart
Lying trough!
Maybe the cooking skills overlap?
"Look again, try it and you will know!"
The beautiful legs under Lu Qinghong's table once again twisted because of excitement.
Is it original?
What will it taste like?
Looking at the white bricks in the plate for a few seconds, Lu Qinghong suddenly smiled. Without picking up the chopsticks, she stretched out two green fingers and picked up a white rice cake with frost. The noses were close and sniffed slightly. There was a blank in the smile!
"Boom!"
The deep mountain stream and a drop of spring fall slowly from the rock cracks.
The picture and the lake of the soul seem to overlap.
This drop of mountain spring fell directly into the depths of the soul. In a short time, the female director's body and mind were penetrated by a rustic taste!
"what--"
Kong Gu echoed her long chant.
Grunt!
In reality, Lu Qinghong seems to have broken the still picture, and the other four judges have their throats creeping.
The stomach pouch was twitching, and the signal of hunger came up, so fast.
"Sure enough, the authentic Goyang rice cake cannot be corrected!" The old man took a bite at the white rice cake and his hair was straight, "Not sticky or greasy! Soft and smooth! Toughness is just right!"
"how did you do that!"
Another judge immediately exclaimed, his cheek bulging high, the first bite, the second bite, swallowed a piece of white pastry in his hand for several consecutive bites.
It’s full of food, and it’s still a rice cake. It’s reasonable to say that even the best teeth are hard to chew, but the judge’s expression is not reluctant, but he eats happily. He laughed,
It’s like eating QQ candy a feeling of……"
"QQ sugar? Well, it's a figurative analogy, but, unlike children's food, what I eat is a quiet Spring Festival, no longer sad!"
One reviewer closed his eyes and enjoyed his expression with a calm expression.
Each reviewer is immersed in it.
"meaning"!
Ye Feizhou couldn't help but cast an unpredictable glance at the grinning Xia Demon King.
"Sure enough, his dishes are of the same grade as Wei Wei!" Ye Feizhou was secretly surprised.
Are trainees important?
No, almost invisible.
The seemingly simple two rice cakes are more like two Lin chefs, borrowing a strange body and playing against each other in the air! The smokeless war!
Ye Feizhou was deeply shaken by this.
For a moment, another plate was empty.
A middle-aged judge with a high hairline, exhaled and paralyzed sitting in a chair, in a standard Ge You lying posture, said while touching her belly: "Who said that the Spring Festival is on vacation? Sometime after New Years, people are busy and stupid, There is no such thing as Nian Wei, but now I am very grateful for this new year cake, which allows me to eat a peaceful Nian Ni...
New year, quiet?
Who's New Year is not lively.
However, the other four judges nodded and smiled in unison, clearly agreeing. This is the trouble for the Spring Festival. Adults understand ~EbookFREE.me~ It looks like a simple rice cake, but it has a simple mind, thank you! "
The sounds of surprises.
The hostess covered her mouth in surprise: "That, that, please ask you to rate it!"
"and many more!"
Low voice blocking.
"I said before that without special and efficient cooking skills, the soaking time of 3 to 10 days between Dahemi and mountain spring water cannot be concentrated to within an hour!"
Wei Zhong's face was full of doubts and he didn't believe it.
He didn't look at Xia Yu, but stared at a row of judges, "Has he done it? If not, what is the pure taste of Goyang mochi..."
"shut up--"
But Xia Yu is not talking.
Female director Lu Qinghong said with a chin in her hand, she said with a smile: "He did it!"
"Do not believe?"
She glanced at Xia Yu.
what.
A little assist was accepted. It proved to be very simple. Xia Yu turned around and returned to the array. Then he brought out a plate of rice cakes. He held the plate in both hands and stood in front of Wei Zhongzheng. "Can Senior Wei dare use it?"
He bit the word "predecessor" very deadly, plus the jokes in his eyes.
Wei Zhong furiously rubbed up!
Rage burst into the table!
"I want to see what fairy means you have..."
Previously, because he was also using his cooking skills and focusing on assisting students, Wei Zhong did not notice the picture of "overlapping cooking skills".
But Ye Feizhou has been paying attention to Xia Mowang.
At this time, Ye Feizhou saw Wei Zhong's annoyed expression, and couldn't help but smile openly and open his mouth, to be honest.
But at this time, Wei Zhong quickly reached out and grabbed a piece of rice cake.
"Hoo..."
A bit of ice cold, drilled into the fingers, and expanded to the palm of the hand in a blink of an eye, Wei Zhong's hand shook, and the white rice cake pieces fell on the stage floor.
The raven was silent.