City: I, the God of Cooking!

When Meng Zhan boarded the freighter, all he saw were leftover ingredients picked by others, scattered on the shelves.

The amount of each ingredient is not enough to make a hundred servings of the dish.

Moreover, there is not much time for Meng Zhan to choose the ingredients. He must get the ingredients first, and he can only think about the others slowly.

Meng Zhan was pulling two trolleys, taking whatever was available from the passing shelves, putting everything in it no matter what it was.

After a while, the two carts were almost full, and the amount should be enough.

Meng Zhan pushed the two carts back to his place.

Then the drums on the yacht stopped.

The male host shouted: "When the gong sounds, it means the game starts."

The words fell, and the monk on the yacht swung his stick and fell towards the huge gong.

bang——

The rich sound of the gong reverberated.

Thousands of chefs present immediately started to complete their dishes.

Meng Zhan looked at the pile of ingredients in front of him, stroked his chin, and thought about what to do.

There are all kinds of ingredients in the pile in front of me, such as chicken, steak, pork ribs, mushrooms, tofu, greens, etc. There are no fewer than dozens of kinds, and there is also a bag of flour.

Others have a few ingredients that are enough to make a hundred servings, but he uses a little of everything except flour.

How to do this?Is it possible to make a hodgepodge?

Wait, hodgepodge?

Suddenly, Meng Zhan was inspired and sorted out all the ingredients.

Make one pile of each ingredient.

Then Meng Zhan poured the flour into the basin, added water and started kneading the noodles.

The way Meng Zhan kneaded the noodles was like practicing Tai Chi. The noodles and water blended with his hands, forming a snow-white Tai Chi pattern.

At the referee's seat, Qin Fangfeng stared at Meng Zhan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to himself, "I didn't expect him to come too."

Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the auditorium.

I saw a close-up shot of Qin Xiaolan.

A piece of pork weighing hundreds of catties was placed in front of her. She slapped the table with both hands, and the pork flew into the air.

Two treasured swords with dragon handles appeared in her hands, and the moment the pork fell, Qin Xiaolan drew out the swords.

The treasured sword with the dragon handle turned into a golden light, so fast that it was hard to see the movement clearly.

The pork was sliced ​​open in mid-air, and the pork slices floated down on the chopping board like rice paper, forming a thick stack.

Qin Xiaolan then threw the mushrooms next to her into the air, and then swung the dragon-handled sword, the mushrooms were cut into pieces in the air and filled a basin.

Shua, the dragon-handled treasured knife was sheathed, and Qin Xiaolan looked around arrogantly.

There was an exclamation in the audience.

"What a quick knife!"

"I've never seen such a fast knife!"

"As expected of a talented culinary girl, cooking is so pleasing to the eye."

"Awesome, too strong!"

In the referee's seat, several referees kept nodding their heads in praise.

Another young and handsome male chef gave a disdainful smile. He spun the kitchen knife a few times, and he grabbed a fresh Yellow River carp out of the bucket with one hand.

The Yellow River carp is nearly one meter long and full of vitality, which cannot be suppressed by ordinary adults.

But he made the Yellow River carp unable to escape from the cutting board no matter how hard it struggled with one hand.

He pierced the gills with the first knife, and the Yellow River carp suddenly became quiet, and then picked out the gills with two knifes.

Then he pierced the belly of the fish with a precise knife, cut open, and all the internal organs of the fish were dug out.

Then he treated the fish scales in a way that was almost unheard of.

I saw him using a kitchen knife to pick up the fish scales one by one, the speed was extremely fast, the crystal fish scales flew into the air like raindrops, and then fell into the trash can, like a silver rain.

When the audience saw his close-up, they were amazed.

"It's the first time I've seen this method of treating fish scales."

"It's so cool!"

"This saber technique is not much worse than Qin Xiaolan's, right?"

"Of course, do you know who he is? He is the son of Qingcheng Fish King."

"The son of Qingcheng Fish King, is that Fang Tianqing?"

"Yes, it is said that his fastest knife speed can stir up two thousand fish scales in one minute."

"Hiss - is this still human hand speed?"

"But wouldn't it be easier to use a scale scraper?"

"Fang Tianqing said that the scale scraper will destroy the taste of the fish, so the fish he makes are more delicious than those made by others."

While speaking, the scales of the fish in front of Fang Tianqing had been stripped off, not a single piece was left, while the skin of the whole Yellow River carp was extremely intact without any damage.

In the end, his kitchen knife seemed to become a precision instrument, peeling off every fishbone, leaving only the fresh and tender fish meat.

Even if the fish is processed.

There was applause from the audience.

Qin Fangfeng nodded slightly, and praised: "It seems that Fang Tianqing is the true biography of the Qingcheng Fish King."

"It's my honor to taste the handicraft of Qingcheng Yuwang once. The taste is really rare in the world. I don't know how his handicraft is." Ouyang Feng said to himself.

"This competition for the king of chefs not only has famous masters, but also some undisciplined masters." Qin Fangfeng's eyes fell on the other chefs.

There was a burly man holding a bronze eyebrow-level stick, lifted the dough on the table into the air, and then caught it with the stick, and then the dough spun rapidly in mid-air, and the dough spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A patch the size of a large parasol is formed almost in the blink of an eye.

In addition, several contestants showed superb cooking skills, which dazzled the audience.

Even Li Tianshuo on the yacht was stunned. What kind of gods are these people, and their cooking methods are so strange?

If it hadn't been for this chef competition, he really didn't know that there are so many ways to cook.

Other chefs of average level saw those people show off their operations, and their self-confidence was hit.

They are all chefs, why is there such a big difference?
At this time Li Shishi finally arrived at the venue and came to the yacht.

"Why did you come here?" Li Tianshuo asked.

Li Shishi said helplessly: "Who knew there would be a sudden traffic jam, has Meng Zhan arrived yet?"

Li Tianshuo pointed to Meng Zhan's location, "Isn't it there?"

At this time, Meng Zhan was still meeting, and his movements looked like he was practicing.

"What is he doing, doing Tai Chi?" Li Shishi looked puzzled.

Li Tianshuo shook his head, "I don't know, he's been making that bowl of noodles since just now."

Half an hour had passed, and the gong sounded again.

At this time, the dough in Meng Zhan's bowl suddenly flew up, flew into the air and then fell vertically.

This scene caught the attention of others.

Seeing that the dough was about to fall to the ground, Meng Zhan just caught it with both hands, then rubbed his hands lightly, and the dough spun again and flew into the air.

The ball-like dough spun in mid-air and stopped for a few seconds before falling, returned to Meng Zhan's hand, and was bounced away again.

"No way, is that guy throwing dough for fun?"

"No, he's not playing. Look at this method of using force to neutralize force, isn't it very similar to Tai Chi?"

"The dough looks like it weighs more than a dozen catties, and it can be suspended in mid-air for a few seconds. Can you play with it?"

"It's just a ball of dough, no matter how you make it, it's impossible to make it more delicious."

Wu Lang glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "Pretending to be a ghost."