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"Hey, don't go, you see we are so destined, why don't you give us some food." Ning Qinghuan had a wind ball in his palm.
Ning Yu wanted to scold someone, but the other party was a guest now, and it was easy for her to do anything, "I'll go to the kitchen to see tonight's cooking competition. If you lose any dish, I'll bring it to you."
"Cooking competition?" Lu Zezhi pulled Ning Qinghuan's clothes, "Xiao Qinghuan, let's go and see together."
Lu Long's and Ning Xin'er's eyes fell on Lu Zezhi at the same time. It's only been a few months, and they even called him Xiao Qinghuan?
Ning Xin'er walked to Lu Zezhi's side, and broke Lu Zezhi's hand away, "Wait, Xiao Qinghuan is my special word for my younger brother, you can call it something else."
Cold sweat broke out on Lu Long's forehead, "Is this the point? The point is tonight's cooking competition! Ning Yu, lead the way! I must get an autograph tonight!"
Seeing that Lu Long was so excited, Ning Yu immediately knew that he was a little fan, and put on a smile, "Okay, then please follow me to the kitchen. The rule of ten dishes tonight is to beat my dad." In one game, he won a dish from him."
Zuo Dao was dragged all the way to the kitchen by Lu Long, he was a little confused, "Long Long, since he can beat the chef, why do he still care about the chef's cooking?"
Lu Long rolled his eyes and successfully blocked Zuo Dao's mouth. Really, this guy will never understand when and what to say.
Lu Long saw his idol at a glance, Ning An, who was known as a chef lover.Standing opposite Ning An, the chef who was immersed in cooking was Doyle, who had just received the honor of a ninth-level chef.
"Lu Long, do you remember what was said in a recent report?" Ning Qinghuan and Lu Long got together, and they were the two most interested here.
"It is said that Ning An is only a third-level chef. I don't know why. After the third level, Chef Lian didn't go to the Chefs Association to take the exam. This title was awarded to him during the chaos of the magic chef." Lu Long's Keeping his eyes on Ning An's hands, he already knew what Ning An was cooking.
Ning Qinghuan looked at it for a while, but didn't see it. She didn't know that it was mango pancake until she finished cooking and reported the name of the dish.
The judges for the tasting are all celebrities in the taste bud world, there are three people in total, two men and one woman.
Ning Qinghuan was a little nervous, because Doyle also made mango pancakes, and the two used exactly the same ingredients.
Ning Yu explained from the side, "Tonight's competition is about who can cook the same dish and the same ingredients better. Unfortunately, there have been three competitions, and no one has won."
"As expected of a lover of kitchens, every bite is a taste of happiness." The speaker was a bigwig in the taste buds world, Nabi, who was rumored to be the most difficult to deal with. Face.
Ning An nodded with a smile, turned around and returned to the chef's table, looking very confident, it should have been finished.
Sure enough, Nabi and the two boys voted for Ning An unanimously.
Ning Yu stepped forward, put Doyle's remaining mango cakes on a plate, and put them on Ning Qinghuan's lap. Ning Qinghuan and the others were all sitting, "Okay, I'll add food to you, and you can let me go Bar?"
"Don't worry, let's try it first." Ning Qinghuan asked everyone around him to take one first, and then took a bite himself.
The sweet and sour taste filled every corner of his mouth in an instant, "My God, if this kind of dish is put outside, it will definitely be a sky-high price! That Nabi can still be so cold after eating, it's terrible."
Lu Long added, "Nabi is a person with a god-level tongue. Chef Lian's cooking has surpassed that of Chef Doyle at level [-]. Could it be that Chef Lian already has level [-] cooking skills? That's really scary!"
One of the two chef's stations was vacant because of Doyle's exit.
Lu Zezhi saw the right opportunity, and rested his chin on Ning Qinghuan's right shoulder, "There is a session where the chefs try each other's food, do you want to hang out there?"
Ning Qinghuan took a look and found that no one came to the stage, so she said yes to herself, then threw the plate to Lu Zezhi, got up and ran to the opponent's chef's stage.
There was a question mark on Lu Zezhi's head. He was just talking casually, but Ning Qinghuan actually went up, "Lu Long, can Xiao Qinghuan know how to cook?"
Ning Xin'er was a little surprised, "You call him Xiao Qinghuan, have you ever eaten his fried dishes?"
Seeing that the opportunity came, Xiang Da immediately agreed, "There is a saying, not everyone can eat the dishes made by Ning Qinghuan, right, daughter-in-law."
Ning Xin'er blushed slightly, "I hate it, who is your wife. But what I said is true."
At the chef's counter, Ning An looked at Ning Qinghuan and felt that his blood was boiling a little. It had been a long time since he felt this way.
Ning An asked Ning Qinghuan, "Young man, the chef's table is the battleground for chefs. Don't come on stage deliberately just to get the benefits of the tasting session."
Ning Qinghuan held a knife in her left hand, "Stop talking nonsense, if I win, I want two dishes!"
Everyone in the audience was amused, except for three people, Ning Xin'er, Xiang Da and Lu Long who knew Ning Qinghuan's cooking skills.
Zuo Dao tugged at Lu Long's sleeve, "Do you really think Ning Qinghuan can win?"
Lu Long rolled his eyes at him, "For food, he might really do it."
Ning Yu began to think about what it meant to be able to do it.
This was heard by Lu Zezhi next to him, but Lu Zezhi still didn't believe it, thinking that they were all pretending, and that they usually had to eat in the dormitory, all of which were cooked by him, and Ning Qinghuan was in charge of eating.
Ning Yu wanted to take this opportunity to slap Ning Qinghuan in the face. She threatened her just now, and she took revenge, "Then, let's make the southern cross star the dish of this game."
The Southern Cross is a dish that non-eighth-level chefs cannot cook because they cannot control the amount of seasoning.
Ning Qinghuan looked at the ingredients brought up, cut the whole chicken in half, and filled it with honey.
Ning Yu smiled mockingly, "It really is a layman..."
"Muyin Southern Cross!" Ning An's words interrupted Ning Yu.
Nabi immediately looked at Ning Qinghuan, and began to observe Ning Qinghuan's movements carefully. She explained to the two judges next to her what the Muyin Southern Cross is.
"The Southern Cross is a dish that considers the chef's coordination between the whole chicken and the seasoning. Each chef's deployment of the seasoning and the amount of seasoning will have a huge change in the final taste, so this dish It is easy to make mistakes, and those who do not have an eighth-level chef qualification certificate dare not try it lightly."
Ning An immediately regained his composure and started to do it. This young man's movements are so agile, it seems that he is very experienced. Now he can only take a gamble, making the Southern Cross of Flowers, which is as famous as the Muyin Southern Cross.
Nabi saw that Ning Qinghuan's movements were getting faster and faster, and she became more and more excited, "It's really the right time tonight, Chef Lian is cooking Huayu Southern Cross, as long as they succeed in a dish, it will be the best in the world. taste."