Chapter 163

The kitchen knife in his hand flew out suddenly and landed on the cutting board in front of Feng Qingge. The chefs on both sides quickly took the winter melon and placed them in front of several people. It's just that the kitchen knives issued to them are dull and useless knives full of rust.

In addition to considering the chef's own strength, knife skills are also different in the selection of knives. For large ingredients, use a kitchen knife to cut out a large shape first, and then use a small drill to cut out a part, and use a carving knife to carve. But at this moment, this kitchen knife and a winter melon are all they have, and it is a challenge for every student.

"Brush!" The first person to take the knife was a man in a strong suit, with short hair and eyes like leopards, slender fingers clasped the wax gourd, dragging the bottom cover of the wax gourd, his right hand shook lightly, and as the blade deflected, the cyan The rind of the melon was rotated, and the knife fell through the rind, but with one knife, all the rind of the melon was peeled off.

"Da da da..." Turning his left hand, the peeled winter melon fell on the cutting board. He buckled the winter melon, the kitchen knife in his hand fell, and even pieces of the winter melon fell into the plate, but it was the easiest way to peel it. Skin slicing is also the basis for testing knife skills.

The other four also moved, peeling and cutting the winter melon.

But Feng Qingge who saw this scene was petrified a long time ago. Even if it is a New Oriental chef, considering knife skills is also carving, when did it become vegetable cutting!

His face turned blue and purple, Feng Qingge touched the rusty kitchen knife, and didn't bother to perform anything. According to the simplest method, cut the winter melon into several pieces, then peel it, slowly cut it into pieces, and put it in. on a side plate.

"With such craftsmanship, you dare to come to the Temple of Golden Luan." She snorted disdainfully, Shan Xiping raised her eyebrows, she had already cut it, but when she saw Feng Qingge's clumsy movement, her eyes flashed. Passed a contemptuous light.

However, she only saw the surface. She didn't notice that the rusty kitchen knife fell, but the peel of the wax gourd cut was not stained with any rust. Compared with the wax gourd cut by other people, it was completely different. .

The light in Lin Yue's eyes flashed, watching the slowest Feng Qingge put down the kitchen knife, he stretched out his hand to pick up the winter melon slices cut by everyone and placed them on the table.

"No. 2, No. 5, eliminated." The cold voice echoed in the hall, and Lin Yue wiped his hands coldly.

The standing man shuddered, and the two of them asked at the same time, "Why!"

"The knife work is too bad, the speed of the knife is too slow, and the cut melon slices are five millimeters apart. You will be disqualified and go out!" A ruthless voice echoed in the kitchen. Before the two could continue to speak, the chefs on both sides had already thrown them out. .

Here, unqualified people have no reason to obey orders.

An astonishing look flashed in his black eyes, Lin Yue glanced at the winter melon in Feng Qingge's plate, each slice was so even, even the young master of the Mo family couldn't compare, this man has two brushes .

"As a student, in addition to the basic knife skills, the ability to control the heat is also very important. The second level is cooking. With the winter melon in your hands, you can make any dish at will, for a limited time, and a stick of incense." A cigarette was inserted behind him. Among the incense ashes, Lin Yue looked at the four people in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Lifting the iron pot coldly, Mo Yang held the spoon and showed his right hand. The spoon had already scooped up vegetable oil in the oil dish and put it into the pot to boil. The spoon in his hand seemed to have eyes, scooping all the seasonings. , After a quick seasoning, pour the winter melon down.

The other man mixed a piece of pork belly in the ingredients and cut it into the winter melon, arguing together.

Feng Qingge's approach is also very simple, similar to Mo Yang's approach. A stick of incense is really enough time to fry a plate of winter melon.

"You, eliminated." Looking at the dish with minced meat added, Lin Yue waved his hand coldly and said coldly: "Idiot, stir-fry with winter melon, you added minced meat to steal the flavor of winter melon, do you still want to continue the game? !"

Shan Xiping's heart trembled even more, seeing the man being pulled out, she quickly lowered her head and muttered in her heart, why didn't Feng Xunbing get eliminated? How outstanding.

However, Shan Xiping did not wait for Lin Yue's veto, or even heard that Lin Yue judged Feng Qingge out, and heard the third assessment.

No, she actually persisted to the end?

"Knife skills, basic cooking, you all know, then, the next thing is the most important thing as a chef, the sense of smell and taste. In the kitchen all the year round, your nose must be more sensitive than ordinary people, and your sense of taste is even more cunning. I I don't plan to test your condiments, I just need to say which important ingredients are added to my condiments, and then I can pass the test." Lin Yue clapped his hands, and the chefs on both sides quickly brought three bowls and plates.

The faint fragrance came to the nostrils, but it was different from the seasoning given by Mo Qing. The fragrance was mixed with a sour taste.

Feng Qingge simply sniffed, and then raised the corner of her mouth. In terms of smell, she already knew the ingredients added in it, but in terms of taste... Picking up the chopsticks and lightly tapping the seasoning, the deliciousness of the entrance is just right. It's similar to the seasoning of that day, except that a taste of sour is added to stimulate the taste.

That kid Mo Qing agreed to steal the answer and give it to her, but he didn't expect to use such a thing as the criterion for the assessment.

Except for Feng Qingge, Shan Xiping and Mo Yang were both blue-faced. The two of them smelled the condiment and drank a bowl, but they couldn't write anything.

The three of them in the back kitchen seemed a little depressed.

At the end, Mo Yang gritted his teeth even more, the brush in his hand fell on the paper, and quickly wrote a few large characters.

Shan Xiping's face turned red, and after writing a few words, she stopped writing and stopped writing. Damn, this test question is so difficult, what kind of problem is this, although the condiment is delicious, the taste is too delicious, covering the deliciousness of other condiments, and easily covering up other tastes, why can't she eat it? .

It's just that the sour taste made her think of a single ingredient, so she wrote it down. Pass or fail, you can only fight this one.

He glanced at Feng Qingge with his eyes, and saw that Feng Qingge's paper was still blank, Shan Xiping's hanging heart was down, this kid would definitely not be able to answer the third question, even It took her so long to think about the delicious food in the world to get the answer. She is a country boy, how could she know.

"You, why don't you write?" Looking at Feng Qingge in surprise, Lin Yue was depressed in his heart. From beginning to end, Feng Qingge was not greedy for the deliciousness of the condiments. He just tasted a little taste and stopped moving his chopsticks. Completely different from other people who have tasted the deliciousness of the condiments, is the condiment he made not attractive enough?

Confused, Lin Yue stared at Feng Qingge.