Chapter 499

Dong Muxin said solemnly: "Master Wang, are you questioning me and Yi Lao?"

"No! I just think that if you win the first place with a piece of sliced egg beef, you will be laughed at. In addition, when you taste more than ten kinds of dishes, you may lose your sense of taste. The ranking of the competition is secondary, mainly because he is a young boy with hairless mouth, which is hard to convince me! Obviously unfair. " Wang Zengqing said what he thought, but Duan Hong was not used to it.

At the banquet, he stood up and said, "what Master Wang said is reasonable. I have a proposal that Master Wang and this young man should compete again. The public, the guests and the judges will jointly select him. What do you think?"

The guests who come here are either powerful officialdom or rich boss. They are just spectators or have two delicious meals. It doesn't matter whether they join or not.

For a moment, no one responded and no one vetoed. There were a large number of Master Wang's disciples in the audience, constantly yelling for approval and so on.

When Dong Muxin saw this, he was dissatisfied. However, the boss of Xu's group obviously stood at the head of Wang Zengqing. If he pressed hard, many people would be unconvinced and would not say anything. He would make boss Xu get down. He might embarrass himself in the future and look at Yi Lao for some embarrassment.

Old Yi looked at Duan Hong with a smile: "young man, what do you think?"

"Ha ha." Duan Hong's fierce spirit couldn't stand being teased by others. He said, "if you want to fight, fight. Don't talk nonsense. Even if everyone challenges me, I'll take it alone."

Wang Jin took a look at Duan Hong, walked out of his kitchen table, came to the sliced egg beef, picked up chopsticks and took a bite. Originally, he thought that if the taste was ordinary, he would challenge Duan Hong, but after that, the whole person stayed in the same place for a full minute without saying a word.

He took a startled look at Duan Hong, then bowed his head and went back to his kitchen table. Wei Dong was very young and had a bite. The consequence was the same as that of Wang Jin.

Just as he left, Wei Dong asked Duan Hong, "how did you do it? Why is the taste so different? You give me a new understanding of Cantonese cuisine. "

"Er - just beat the eggs and stir fry them." Duan Hong replied with a smile.

"I support you!" Wei Dong said and walked back.

Wang Zengqing's face was ferocious and said, "it's a big tone. How can I compare it with you this time?"

Duan Hong said coldly, "I'm not as good as you except for making feces. The rest you say, I'll do it!" His domineering and arrogant tone instantly disgusted the older people in the audience and made the young people very interested. The otherness always attracted people's attention at the critical moment.

"Well, then! In order not to waste your time, don't you like to make simple dishes? I will accompany you to make a staple food in ten minutes, or a bowl of rice, or a steamed bun, a big cake and a bowl of noodles. Do you dare to accept it? " Wang Zengqing was infuriated by Duan Hong's indifference to him.

"Take it!" Duan Hong said a word, but still did not look at Wang Zengqing.

"Wow, the boss is so manly." In the audience, a full Chinese waitress turns her eyes into heart shape and pulls Xiaolan beside her to say excitedly.

"Shit!" Xiao Lan helped her glasses.

Through the discussion between the guests and the judges, they unanimously agreed to Wang Zengqing's proposal, and other contestants were able to participate in it. However, several of their special guests met Wang Zengqing, and their cooking skills were inferior to that of Wang Zengqing. They certainly would not humiliate themselves. The French Henry's goal was to defeat Yamamoto 12, and obviously he had achieved his goal.

A fart at the scene not only makes a fool of Yamamoto, but also releases his self-confidence with the fart.

Wang Jin and Wei Dong, two young people who have tasted Duan Hong's sliced egg beef, know that they can't make this kind of taste. They have some admiration in their hearts, and stand in Duan Hong's camp to support him.

The competition site was re planned. Rice, noodles, cereals and oils were placed on the two kitchen tables. Iron pots and spoons were replaced with brand new ones.

Duan Hong and Wang Zengqing stood in front of the kitchen table, waiting for the competition to begin.

Wang Zengqing looked at Duan Hong angrily: "Chef Duan, don't you dare to look at me?"

"Wrong!" Duan hung stretched out a finger and shook it a few times: "it's not that he didn't dare, but that he didn't want to."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid - I'll throw up!"

"Ah Wang Zengqing took a big step: "I'm so angry. Start quickly. I want to see how powerful this guy who doesn't know his face is!"

The host combed the cockscomb head and yelled: "this is the final, 15 minutes. The competition starts!"

"Hum, let's see what is real Yangzhou fried rice!" Wang Zengqing light the fire and pour the oil. When it is 70% hot, stir fry the minced garlic until fragrant. Then stir fry the shrimps.

The host introduced: "Chef Wang's representative work of Yangzhou fried rice, fried rice with shrimps and eggs. You can see that he is proficient in stir frying. These two bowls of overnight rice were prepared by chef Wang himself yesterday. He seems to have the ability to predict and know that he will use them today, but I don't know if he has guessed who the final champion is."

When he came to Duan Hong, he set up a small pot with some water in it. He opened fire to boil the water. There was a pile of flour on the chopping board, which was spread out in the middle. He poured some warm water into the flour and began to mix.

"Looking at this posture, chef Duan must be in a bowl of noodles, but now he's making noodles. I don't know if the time is enough. Now three minutes have passed. How I wish I could pause for a moment to give the two chefs enough time."

Duan Hong lovingly looks at the flour in his hand, and his mind comes up with the scene of learning the ghost dragon beard hand. When he was just out of the tiger's mouth, he was saved by a Northwest couple, and he taught himself this unique technique.

It's said that Ma Donghe, a hero in the northwest, realized from Ramen that he was a person in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasty. During that period, tartar soldiers entered the pass and burned and killed everywhere. His family died in the hands of Tartars. He hated Manchu very much. He carried a shoulder pole to sell noodles on the street in order to make a living.

He can't get revenge when he has a grudge in his heart. He can't go back when he has a family. He is in great pain when he lives under the iron feet of the enemy. Only when he is making noodles can he concentrate on it. Slowly, he regards noodles as his enemy and falls back and forth in his hands. Unexpectedly, his heart calms down. One fell swoop realizes the ghost shadow dragon beard palm!

How can we not take revenge when we have the magic skill? We sneaked into the enemy camp late at night and killed countless Tartars. We were also seriously injured. When we got back to the market, we continued to face each other. Gradually, our hearts calmed down and our hatred faded. We improved and pondered the ghost shadow dragon whisker palm and turned it into the ghost shadow dragon whisker palm now. As it spread among the people, the northwest couple rescued Duan Hong and recognized him as their adopted son, He was taught this technique.

The dry flour becomes sticky with the addition of water. With Duan Hong's hands swinging rhythmically, the batter turns into a dough. The first Taigong flags!

Before he knew it, Duan Hong's legs turned into horse steps, firm and steady. With the rhythmic shaking of his arms, he patted his two meat palms on the dough.

"Pa!"“ Bang“ Bang

Duan Hong is stronger than others. The audience and the judges are not attracted by him. They all want to see how this person makes noodles.

After a while, the dough lay quietly on the chopping board like a cotton ball. Duan Hong poured a layer of oil on the dough with his hand, folded the dough again and then patted it.

Until the whole dough was integrated and shiny, Duan Hong said with a smile: "almost." He patted his face flat for the last time.

He grabs the two corners of the face with both hands, gently pulls, and wrestles on the chopping board at the same time. When wrestling the dough, he seems to be enjoying a wonderful dance, sometimes laughing and sometimes frowning. After the face is long enough, he folds both ends and continues to wrestle with both ends, so many times.

All of a sudden, Duan Hong's hands danced faster, and his hands turned left and right. The number of noodles doubled.

I saw that face changed from one to two, two to four, four to eight——

The audience didn't even see how Duan Hong did it? One by one, they couldn't help rubbing their eyes and wondering if they were seeing flowers.

"Poof, poof!"

When the water in the pot boils, the steam pushes the lid and makes a sound.

"Just in time." Duan Hong opened the lid and put the noodles in gently.

The host's eyes always stay on Duan Hong's hand, swallowing saliva, can't help but ask: "Chef Duan, do you make Ramen?"

Duan Hong shook his head and said with a smile, "it's not ramen, but Longxu Ramen!"

"What's the difference?"

"Of course, it's different. I don't understand. Just look at it." Duan Hong was too lazy to explain. In less than a minute, the pot was boiling. Duan Hong ordered some cold water. He knew that his noodles were very thin. Once he passed, the water was just right.

When the pan was boiling, Duan Hongfei quickly fished out the noodles and put them into a big bowl. The noodles were crystal clear, as if they were transparent.

He looked at the time, there was still one minute left. He quickly used this time, fried an egg on the iron pan, put it on the noodles, ordered some shallots and a few pieces of beef, added the hot soup, and a bowl of noodles was ready.

"Time is up!" The host made a quick announcement.

Wang Zengqing's fried rice with shrimps and eggs is also ready. It seems that every grain of rice is shining slightly. The shrimps are full and the eggs are golden. It's delicious.

Yi always pays attention to Duan Hong's way of making noodles. In his mind, Wang Zengqing had already lost when he challenged Duan Hong, and now he can't lose any more.

He went up to Duan Hong, nodded and said yes. He took a sip of the soup with a small spoon. It was fresh and natural. Maybe it was because he was young. The soup he made was always pure. If he was old, it might be more rich.

Wang Zengqing looked at Duan Hong contemptuously: "cut, a bowl of noodles, dare to compare with my fried rice with shrimps and eggs!"

Miss Li divides the noodles and rice into equal portions and gives them to the guests and some audience to taste. The first choice of many people is Duan Hong's longxumian.

Because just now I enjoyed watching it. It was wonderful to throw noodles in the sky. When they took their first sip of soup, their ideas changed all of a sudden.

People who don't like noodles don't expect that noodles taste like this. They love noodles even more. It seems that everything they eat in their life is rubbish. This bowl of simple noodles is a treasure in the world.

Duan hongdiao immediately had a high sense of taste. When he ate the fried rice, he felt bitter, salty, and dry. There was no taste of shrimp, the strength of fried rice, and the mellow smell of eggs.

"What is this?" Some audiences spit out the fried rice in their mouths, and the guests swallow it in order to maintain their image. I don't want to take a second bite. Yan Xiaowen chuckled: "I said this boy is not simple, see? Not only is the kebab well roasted, but the noodles are also authentic. "