Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The steward reminded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Chu Xiangyun cheerfully put down the wine glass in his hand, as if he couldn't wait any longer: "Then let's serve the food quickly."

"Yes!"

The steward responded, turned around and shouted in a sharp voice: "Serve!"

Three dishes are served one by one.

Immediately, a strong fragrance began to fill the hall.

Zhao Ke followed the two cooks into the main hall and waited.

The two cooks standing beside Zhao Ke had more complicated expressions than Zhao Ke.

In his heart, he felt absurd about Zhao Ke's bone soup. It was just bone soup, so what was there to drink.

If it is delicacies from mountains and seas, it takes two or three days to simmer the soup slowly, then the taste invades it, which is naturally delicious.

However, after only one hour, how delicious is the bone soup made?

But I don't know why, they are always restless in their hearts, Zhao Ke's calm and calm, and the terrifying knife skills he just showed.

It just made the two of them feel ashamed.

As far as this level of knife skills is concerned, it is enough to show that the other party's culinary skills are definitely higher than the two of them, or even far superior to the two of them.

Now, their only hope is that the taste of the bone broth will not please the people present.

"The first dish, Grand Slam Jinhong."

Seeing the first dish opened in front of everyone, accompanied by the strong aroma of sauce, everyone's eyes lit up.

They moved their chopsticks to taste.

A thick layer of meat, wrapped in golden crispy meringue.

It can be seen that it is made by cooking and then frying.

But without any greasy feeling.

After one bite, there is actually a golden soup inside, which is a kind of soup made by fish jiao.

With the sauce fried on the plate, the taste is really unique.

Chu Xiangyun ate a slice, nodded in satisfaction, felt that the master's performance this time was beyond ordinary, squinted at Ouyang Shu, and raised his eyebrows.

It seemed to be saying that he had already won this bet.

At this point the second course is served.

Although it is not as amazing as the first dish, it is still very refreshing. The soup is thick and fragrant, without any meaty feeling, but it is very greasy.

This dish is also made using many rare ingredients and going through several processes.

To be able to make this dish within an hour, based on the comments of the two master chefs, is already the limit.

Still beaded with sweat on their brows, they focused their attention on the third course.

"Hey, I'm very curious, I don't know what kind of surprises this dish can have."

Chu Xiangyun seemed to be in a good mood, but this sentence was for Ouyang Shu.

After tasting the dishes of the two master chefs, Chu Xiangyun could not help but grasp the winning ticket.

"Humph!"

Ouyang Shu snorted twice, but didn't speak, but looked at Zhao Ke from time to time, and couldn't help sweating for Zhao Ke.

He believed in Zhao Ke's cooking skills, but Zhao Ke only stewed a pot of clear soup without even meat.

In the end, a piece of big radish was put in the bottom of the bowl, that's all?How delicious can it be?

Ouyang Shu was suspicious in his heart.

The rest of the people were equally curious.

Gently lift the lid off the bowl.

Accompanied by a faint steam mist diffused from it.

Unexpectedly, the soup was not as white and moist as milk as everyone thought.

On the contrary, it became clearer, and the color of the soup was more golden yellow.

I saw a thick piece of radish falling on the bottom of the bowl.

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's..." Seeing this, Gan Hua couldn't help looking at Zhao Ke, feeling a little gloating.

In fact, judging from Zhao Ke's knife skills, Zhao Ke's culinary skills are far superior to those of the two cooks. As long as he uses a little dim sum to cook a dish, the taste is bound to be far better than the other two.

But right now, with Gan Hua's thinking, it's a mess.

Such an unremarkable bowl of soup, with no color, fragrance or taste, not to mention Gan Hua and others, even Ouyang Shu couldn't bear it.

For a moment, apart from Yang Wancai staring at him, the body of 'Wangcai' in the bowl was a little dazed.

The expressions of the rest of the people became subtle.

But at this moment, Zhao Ke saw his hands clasped together: "Amitabha."

The sound of Amitabha, with a very weak Buddha power gushing out, shook the chime bell on the side hall.

"Bang bang bang bang~"

The chime played solo, the sound vibrating.

Suddenly Gan Hua and the others were taken aback, and saw that piece of radish in the bowl began to crack slightly.

Like blooming flower buds, one by one stretched out, and one of the Buddhas, about the size of a fingernail, was sitting cross-legged in it, with a delicate expression and a kind face.

Sitting down with lotus blossoms, it seems to be alive in the soup.

While the flowers bloom, a slightly bitter medicinal fragrance evaporates from the soup.

"Poor monk, I know that the city lord is going to receive an honored guest, so I present this dish to this honored man. The flowers will bloom to see the Buddha, and you will be rich and honored forever!"

Zhao Ke clasped his hands together, looked at Yang Wancai, and said solemnly.