v2 Chapter 155： Kuai

Zhang Guanghang came out from behind the cooking table.

Exclaims came from the audience.

At 1.92 meters, the long legs that are hard to ignore, Shengsheng took a few steps out of the runway catwalk.

Zhang Guanghang picked the ingredients quickly. It took him only a few dozen seconds to pick out what he wanted from 24 pieces of salmon, and returned to the cooking table with a plate.

Jiang Feng walked over.

At a glance, it was almost the same. It should be just a few hours after the blood was cleaned and fresh. After picking a piece of meat that was slightly thicker, Jiang Feng returned to the cooking table holding a plate.

He has not made fish maw, and most of the chefs present should have not done fish maw.

As a person who hates raw food, Jiang Feng has never ordered sashimi when he went to a Japanese restaurant, mainly because it is expensive and most of the master's knives are not stingy.

However, Jiang Feng still has basic theoretical knowledge. When cutting anchovies, cut them along the texture. The thinner the better, and the more orange the flesh is. For example, the piece he picked was far from the fish tail and close to the belly of the fish. The meat was fine and the oil was evenly distributed.

Picking early does have advantages. This is a way of cooking that reflects the original flavor of the food to the extreme. The better the quality of the ingredients, the better the fish taste.

When the 24 players in the field got their respective salmon, Jiang Feng had studied the salmon in front of him thoroughly.

The texture, texture, and distribution of fat are all tangible.

It takes only one second to simmer a piece of fish.

The organizers gave each player such a big piece of salmon and ten minutes so ample time, in order to let them pick out the five slices of fish they were most satisfied with and give them to the judges to taste.

"The game started," the host announced, and the countdown appeared on the screen again.

Jiang Feng held a kitchen knife and stared intently at the fish in front of him.

One size.

[A piece of normal fish]

It is quite satisfactory, and it is not a satisfactory adjective during the game.

The swordman is Jiang Feng's best, and he wants to win.

I want to win like never before.

Another knife.

[A piece of normal fish]

After adjusting the direction and position of the salmon, Jiang Feng followed the texture of the fish.

[A piece of normal fish]

Jiang Feng stopped the movements on his hands and began to observe the three fish slices that had just been slapped.

Very thin, but not thin enough.

Jiang Feng ate the three slices of fish he had just chopped.

The feeling of direct entry is not the same as when you look at it. Selecting the part with relatively more oil, Jiang Feng divided this big piece of salmon into two, and cut it along the texture again.

Nope.

Jiang Feng ate this piece.

Cut again.

Not yet.

Jiang Feng eats one slice at a time, Jiang Jiankang and two old men can see that he eats them to judge the quality of the fish they cut, but laymen can't think of it. Other players will also taste the first few slices of fish they simmered, but no one tastes them like Jiang Feng.

"The younger brother who just fell over is here for the buffet!" Laughed a girl in the first few rows.

"Look, I feel he's almost full." The girl next to him pointed at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng is not only full, he already has enough support.

"Hmm." He whispered a little, but he still couldn't catch the fish that pleased him.

Either the rules are satisfactory or the taste is acceptable, Jiang adjectives are not satisfied.

Correct the position of the salmon again and go for the knife.

[A piece of fish with excellent taste]

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up.

Stable, this is to take the rhythm of the championship!

Taking advantage of the pursuit, Jiang Feng seized the opportunity and took a few more.

[A slice of savory fish]

[A slice of savory fish]

...

They all taste good, and they are mixed with a lot of rules.

Turning the salmon in the other direction again, Jiang Feng continued to bury his head in the catfish.

By the end of the time, Jiang Feng was unable to scoop out a second slice of sashimi.

Five slices of fish were selected and placed in a small dish for the staff. Jiang Feng's eyes followed the staff holding the dish, and he watched him bring the dish to Han Guishan with excellent taste.

Jiang Feng: ...

I hate it!

The order of tasting is also in the order of salmon pieces. The five judges first tasted Zhang Guanghang's fish.

Without dipping sauce, Yun Deyan took the lead in picking the fish in the dish, looking at the thickness, texture, knife edge, and entrance.

Han Guishan also has everything to learn, first clip it up and take a look, then enter.

Well, it's delicious.

Han Guishan nodded.

The remaining four judges began to score. Han Guishan originally wanted to steal the score of Zhu Chang next door. However, he did not glance at it, but was worried that the second glance was too large and he could only rely on himself.

Don't stop doing it forever, forget it, ten points, perfect score!

Five judges showed their scores.

Scoring on the spot can be said to be very exciting.

9.3 points, an absolute high score.

The second is Jiang Feng's.

Han Guishan has experience this time, pretend to look at it, first look at the distribution of fat on the fish, then look at the thickness, and wait until other judges start to taste, before entering.

Ok? How did it feel a little more delicious than the one just before?

Han Guishan began to doubt his taste.

Forget it, keep playing ten minutes.

Five judges scored 8.8 points.

Han Guishan :? ? ?

"Boss Han, what's wrong?" Zhu Chang asked Han Guishan with a slightly different expression.

"Nothing." Han Guishan said.

Is there such a big difference between his taste and professionalism?

The third was Zhang Qian's. Zhang Qian's swordsman was not good. He only scored 8.1 points, and Han Guishan still scored ten points.

For each subsequent copy, Han Guishan scored ten points and completely released himself, showing everyone that although I am not a professional gourmet appretorer, I have a professional heart, and treat all people equally and with absolute fairness.

With the announcement of one result after another, the faces of some players became unsightly.

At this time, everyone will have a hard time whether they will be eliminated. With the results of the last player coming out, this game has been declared over.

"Sorry, the last eight players were eliminated." The host announced, "The remaining 16 players, congratulations on your promotion to the top 16 of the nation. The 16 to 8 match will start at the same time in 3 days. Everyone, please watch it on time! "

"At the same time, we also want to thank Good Taste, some live broadcasts and some videos for their great support. Everyone and friends can pick up your mobile phone and log in to WeChat to follow the official public account of Good Taste Cooking Contest. Call, the player with the highest number of votes will get the endorsement of good taste soy sauce for one year. "

"Today's game is all over here. Thank you for watching."

"You are so good!" Zhang Qian sighed at Jiang Feng. "Both games are second, maybe you can get second in the end!"

Jiang Feng: ...

I don't like to listen to this. Isn't I better than a mere Zhang Guanghang?

Turning around to see Zhang Guanghang, handsome and chic, standing out from the crowd, champions.

...

"I borrow your good words!"

Back in the background, the staff called everyone to inform everyone about the game three days later.

"The 16 in 8 game is chicken." The staff was very direct this time.

Everyone was embarrassed. In the past, the organizers hid in concealment, which was so generous this time, so I said in advance.

"Every player can bring their own knives. Please inform us the ingredients you need 8 hours before the start of the game. The phone number is on the admission card. Our phone will be open 24 hours in these days."

"Any ingredients are OK?" A player asked.

"Any food is fine, as long as we can find it in a short time, we will try our best to provide it." The staff smiled.

"What about pasta? Is it possible to use pasta from chicken?" Zhao Shan of Babaozhai asked.

"of course can."

"What about chicken soup?"

"Is it ok with chicken?"

"I……"

Everyone began to ask questions in a rush of words. Naturally, like Jiang Feng, it was naturally crowded aside. Just ask a staff member to ask if they can leave now if they are OK. After getting the exact answer, they are ready to leave.

"Will you go?" Jiang Feng asked Wu Minqi.

"You go first ~ www.novelhall.com ~ My mother has to go to the toilet and I have to wait for her." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng was startled: "Your parents are here?"

"No, my mom is here. My dad and my grandfather can't walk away." Wu Minqi sent a WeChat on her mobile phone and lowered her head. "I just saw Uncle Jiang and Aunt Wang in the auditorium. Will you open the store tomorrow?"

"open."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Feng was about to leave, took out his mobile phone, and sent Jiang Jiankang a WeChat to tell him he was coming out.

"Right." Wu Minqi looked up. "You played well today."

a smile.

Jiang Feng: (ΩДΩ)

He, how did he feel that Wu Minqi just smiled so much like the heroine of that sand sculpture lord drama.

(=)