Chapter 1715: Modern God of Cookery VS Net Wen Dashen 49

Chapter 1715: Modern God of Cookery VS Net Wen Dashen 49

"It's very touching. Chef Pang's words have filled me, a person who likes to cook for ten years, but who is of average level, full of hope."

"Like Xiaoxiang, cooking for relatives and friends is the driving force for me to keep learning various recipes."

There are not many people in the world who are truly gifted. Most people are constantly improving themselves through hard work.

Seeing that more people support Shu Ange, the temperature around Cheng Huai is lower.

He stared at Shu Ange in the reflected light and shadow of the kitchen knife, with a slightly weird smile on his face.

What if she used her eloquent words to make her stand out? The show was only halfway through. Later, the dishes made by Pang Yudie will taste bitter and smell bad. Who else will support her.

After putting all the cut ingredients into the chicken soup, the two chefs also ushered in the pk session.

"Dangdang, it's the exciting pk session again. I believe everyone is very curious about the content of our show this time."

"Xiaoxiang is really bad, and she's trying to sway everyone's appetite again. As usual, our special guest will announce the pk title and rules."

The task was handed over to Jiang Haichao, he did not refuse, picked up the card sent by the staff, and read it carefully.

"In this cooking competition, two chefs are required to compete for whoever wears the most silver buds in 15 minutes."

The main event is finally here, and everyone is a little excited.

"Xiao Xing and I will add to everyone that in these fifteen minutes, the two chefs not only need to wear silver buds, but also handle the ingredients with their own hands."

"Xiaoxiang is right, and I would like to remind you that in order to be close to history, our program team chose mung bean sprouts."

A small pot of crystal clear mung bean sprouts and a fresh perch were placed on the table of Shu Ange and Cheng Huai.

Comes with this one, along with a small and chic needle and thin white thread.

"Wow, how can such a big fish be stuffed into the bean sprouts?"

Not only the guests were stunned, but the audience was also stunned.

Give them fifteen minutes, and they may not even be able to clean the fish scales.

"Okay, the countdown starts now. After I count dozens, the game officially starts!"

The two hosts were all excited. Although the eggplant was delicate, the cooking steps were nothing unusual.

The silver sprouts stew is different. This method is very tricky. Ordinary people may not be able to make a dish after practicing for half a month.

The timing officially started, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them.

Jiang Haichao stared at Shu Ange even more intently. He believed in her ability, but he was worried that the time was too tight and would affect her performance.

Shu Ange fished the plump and fresh sea bass out of the bucket with one hand, and with a kitchen knife at dazzling speed, within 30 seconds, he cleaned the whole fish, even peeling off the scales.

At this point, the comparison comes out.

It took Cheng Huai a full minute and a half to clean up the whole fish.

He unconsciously darkened his face, and the atmosphere of the game came out all of a sudden.

It's not enough to just deal with the scales and guts of the fish. If you want to stuff the tender fish into the bean sprouts, you have to mash it into minced fish.

Shu Ange peeled off the skin and deboned the fish, picked out the most delicious parts of the fish, cut them off, patted them repeatedly with a kitchen knife, and then ground them into minced fish.

Cheng Huai's movements are similar to hers, but the speed is slower and not as pleasing to the eyes as she is.

This difference may not be noticed in normal times.

But on the stage, everyone's eyes and the camera are focused together, and the difference is obvious.

After all, Cheng Huai was a ghost. After he was possessed by Mu Lian, his ears were still amazing.

"What, I thought the chef surnamed Mu really had some skills, but I didn't expect that she would only talk about it."

"Wow, Chef Pang is so powerful, he completely compares to that arrogant chef who is talented one bite at a time."

"Wuwu, these beauties are so good at cooking these days, how do we ordinary people live?"

Ignorance, a bunch of ignorant things.

Cheng Huai couldn't swallow the bad breath, and decided to teach Shu Ange a lesson in advance.

He slowed down the movements in his hands, condensed the Yin Qi into a ball, and attacked Shu An Singer.

Cheng Huai originally planned to attack Shu Ange during the tasting session and use her stinky cooking skills to set off herself.

After the small twists and turns in the pk link, I decided to speed up the work.

Yin Qi slowly drifted towards Shu Ange, and the moment it touched her hand, it was suddenly dispersed by a golden light.

The audience only saw a flash of golden light, and Mu Lian suddenly coughed violently, dropped the knife in her hand, and was taken aback, thinking that something had happened.

Everyone took a closer look, where was there any golden light, and everything was as usual on the stage.

The two hosts were also a little strange. The golden light flashed too much. They suspected that the lighting engineer had accidentally pressed the wrong button.

"It's so fast, the perch that was jumping around just now has turned into pureed fish in a glass bowl. The speed of the huge chef is so fast that I want to press the slow release button."

Xiaoxing's exaggerated explanations attracted a lot of resonance.

"Hey, why did Chef Mu suddenly stop, is there some nirvana brewing?"

Xiaoxiang made a little joke, Mu Lian held the kitchen knife in her hand and stared at the cutting board with dull eyes.

After half of the fish paste was processed, she lay quietly on the plate, her heart was broken like these fish meat.

What the **** was going on, why did Cheng Huai suddenly get hurt and return to the kitchen knife.

When possessed by Cheng Huai, Mu Lian could perceive everything in the outside world.

It is precisely because she can perceive it that she is extremely desperate now.

She couldn't put the fish paste into the mung bean sprouts at all, and she lost the game.

The spotlight hit her body, and Mu Lian fainted in front of her eyes, feeling dizzy.

"Chef Mu, there are ten minutes left. Chef Panang has already worn fifteen bean sprouts. Haven't you come up with a unique skill?"

Stuffing the fish paste into the bean sprouts is not as simple as threading a needle.

The program group provided a special needle to avoid puncturing the bean sprouts.

Shu Ange uses white thread to dip the fish paste, thread it into the bean sprouts, and then pull out the thread and needle.

Mung bean sprouts are very fragile and will break if you are not careful, so she must control her strength.

With the host's reminder, Mu Lian took care of the fish paste with dull eyes and picked up the embroidery needle like a cow's hair.

She can wear it, at least dozens of them, so as not to lose too badly.

But after picking up the needle, Mu Lian suddenly felt that her wrist was cold, and there was a strong tingling sensation where it touched the needle.

She snorted softly and threw the needle out.

The fluttering embroidery needle fell on the smooth table, and Mu Lian covered her wrist in pain.

Her hands hurt so much that her vision was blurred.

The two hosts were startled and leaned over at the same time: "Chef Mu, what's wrong with you, did you get your finger stuck?"

But they could see clearly that Mu Lian had a needle in his hand earlier.

The needle was thrown back on the table by her.

(I'm so tired, thank you for your support!)