Chapter 901: : The fist of sandbags (Part 1)

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Liu Ying's "Yuanxiao" is the most temperament among the seven dishes on the table.
What is the temperament of dishes?
Just like human beings, they have poems and poems, and the temperament of dishes is also radiated from the inside out. The simplest thing is that humans are almost all visual animals. In a world where value is valued, if the chef can The "cai dish" and the appearance, more hard work, since the first time can attract bees to attract butterflies.
However, at the moment, there are seven Lantern Festival dim sums on the table. The appearance is numbered as Liu Lan's work. The red, red, green, and green plates are a complete set.
But everyone still kept their eyes on Liu Ying's.
Including Liu Lan himself, the small pupils of the pupils are always set to look at the small porcelain pots, and the exquisite lanterns lined up neatly over the venues, throwing down the fascinating lights, so the clear soup in the pots is sparkling, and it is just In the flash, Liu Lan saw the faint gold flakes that flickered from the field of vision before!
Not just Liu Lan, the riots in the venue, a rioting voice spread:
"Did you see it? Did you see it?"
"In that basin, the white and fat Lantern Festival is surrounded by gold? What is in the soup?"
Ye Feizhou, Grandpa Liu, and a group of elders of the Liu family have already left the seat, standing around the judging platform, pointing at the same numbered pots one by one.
Grandpa Liu held a cane in one hand and supported the beard in one hand, and approached this Lantern Festival snack at a distance of less than ten centimeters.
"No filling?"
He asked suddenly.
Looking at a group of people across the table, Liu Ying was so nervous that she stirred her head and whispered, "Yes, yes!"
"Please give me a spoon--"
Ye Feizhou said warmly to her, Liu Ying bit her lip, lowered her head and handed out a metal spoon on her side. The camera turned to Ye Feizhou. The heavenly disciple held the spoon and stirred it in a ceramic basin!
Wow!
Wow!
The calm soup noodles were broken by the ripples. Originally under the clear soup water, the white, fat, and grainy Lantern Festival suddenly covered a layer of golden veil.
The four seats were silent.
People went to see the pots again, and the white Lantern Festival turned into a golden ingot under the water.
Ye Feizhou took a breath and shook his hand to stop the scooping movement of holding the spoon.
A large, colorless and invisible net is looming towards him...
The air became heavy, as if it was because of too many precious dishes. At the same time, it released its own flavor, a mixture of multiple flavors, and the air flow made a heavy buzzing and wailing sound. Ye Feizhou heard it, and his face changed drastically. What a net of taste, he just took a weak breath and his head exploded.
Too much information is coming!
"Well……"
Can't help but take a bowl and a spoon, there is a hungry ghost, Ye Feizhou swallowed a Lantern Festival, chewed.
Boom!
Like a big hammer, it hit the deep stomach pocket.
Obviously just a Lantern Festival.
However, the tongue seems to taste all the ramen, pasta, udon and other delicious noodles in the world in one breath, directly lying in the standard Ge You lying position, paralyzed in the mouth, ignorant!
"This taste is an imaginary ingredient!" Ye Feizhou was shocked.
What follows is a strange scene.
A group of judges who were qualified to score around the table and put down bowls and spoons together did not want to take a second bite.
Upon seeing this, the stadium booed loudly, and the hostess Qi Qingyan handed the microphone to Ye Feizhou, who was the first to wake up, and asked curiously, "Stop with a spoonful. This represents your counterpart Liu Ying's work. The senses are very bad. ?"
"Do not!"
Ye Feizhou looked at the lens, and his close-up face was reflected in the broadcast picture, looking rigorous. "On the contrary, my evaluation of the player's work is -"
"excellent!"
what.
The boos turned into exclamation.
Qi Qingyan was slightly surprised: "Why?"
"Yes……"
Speech was blocked by a riot.
At the entrance of the venue, a group of industry authorities in suits and leathers poured in. First, it was a chef dressed in white, with a black cloth trousers. Wei Zhong put the kitchen hat in his hand and stood upright, so he walked straight to the stage!
"Huh?" Tang Yuqiong, who was watching the selection with millions of viewers in the live broadcast, frowned. "This is Wei Zhong? How did he dress up as a cook?"
Wei Zhong!
Zhu Qing reacted subconsciously, turning around to look at the young man on his side.
Uh, the teenager who sat on the legs of Gao Er Er long before, lifted Er Lang's legs in an instant, put his feet straight, and the entire upper body leaned forward slightly in the seat. In the eyes of the boy, there was only the alternate face-to-face king, with no awareness of the eyes on the side.
There was a sudden excitement on his face.
And the dazzling light in the eyes.
Zhu Qing couldn't help but whisper: "This kid treats others as prey!"
"coming!"
Jing Chu, Bai Yun Pavilion, and Huang He sat in front of the TV.
Imperial capital.
Zhu Ji also put down a roll of ancient recipes in his hand and raised his head to the screen on the wall of the study, casting a slightly gloomy gaze.
In the same big city, an old Siheyuan, Xia Qing and Yan Qi, the old friends, sat cross-legged on a futon in a tea room~EbookFREE.me~Yan Qi watched suddenly break into the camera and dress Neat Wei Zhong smiled, "Come on!"
Xia Qing's face is more eccentric.
"This Wei Zhong, know that you are one step behind?"
Hearing the words, Yan Qi laughed loudly, "If it weren't for Lan Fengxian's old man who informed us, we wouldn't have imagined that the passive boy who had been on the defensive everywhere would actually come to visit Senior Shudi first and ask him to host a show Fresh halberd."
"Brother Xia, remember the tone of Lan Fengxian's phone call that day? It was completely terrified, ha ha ha ha!"
Xia Qing remembered the phone call that day, but he couldn't help it.
Lan Fengxian He Xuren also, in a pile of old monsters, nicknamed a thousand-faced fox, but just such an old fox was frightened by his grandson, Xia Qing remembered the trembling tone on the phone.
Thinking about it, the kid really scared the old man.
Yan Qi stopped laughing and looked away at a sword hanging on the tea room wall.
"How sharp is this sword, it's still necessary to look out of it and ask others to take a closer look."
"Then..." Xia Qing said lowly and slowly, "Sword!"
Feitian Pavilion.
Wei Zhong suddenly appeared on the stage and brought a group of people. The menacing comers were not good, and the audience saw some signs of wrong.
What's wrong?
Female host Qi Qingyan took the stage to Wei Zhong hurriedly and interrupted the selection process. Her senses were quite bad. Such rude behavior should not happen to a well-known alternate noodle king in the gastronomic world. She frowned and reminded: "Master Chef, it is now the ranking stage of Liu's selection. Since you are not eligible for scoring, please sit down at the guest table!"
Wei Zhong just glanced at the female host and ignored it.
"Grandpa Liu, may I say a few words?" Wei Zhong seemed to be asking, but he did not wait for Grandpa Liu to answer, so he pointed the Lantern Dim Sum on the table.