Chapter 165

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy arms.

Almost at that moment, Mo Yang and Feng Qingge captured the tattoo on his arm at the same time. It was the wolf totem mark that only natives of the Sang Kingdom possessed, representing the blood of wild wolves living on the grassland. It is precisely because he is a native of the Sang country that this dish is a stumbling block for the two in front of him.

Mo Yang was already frowning, his eagle-like eyes swept over the ingredients in front of him, but he was hesitant about which ingredients to choose.

Not only that, but even Feng Qingge was a little depressed. To say that this was on Earth, she could judge based on the place of birth on her ID card. People born in that place like to eat what they like to eat, what they prefer, and what is good. taste.

But this Sang country, she doesn't know much about their tastes, even if Bu Jinyu once reminded that the people of Sang country are heavy-mouthed, like salty and spicy, and like to eat meat, but in the kitchen here, there are common dishes from all over the mainland. How do you choose the ingredients?

His eyes swept across Lin Yue who was sitting on the chair, Feng Qingge looked at his dark complexion, and didn't look for ingredients for the first time.

On the contrary, it was Mo Yang. After confirming, he took the bamboo basket and walked out. He had already been optimistic about the location of the ingredients. He chose the beef that Sang people liked the most, as well as various supplementary ingredients such as green onions.

But at a glance, he knew that he was planning to make beef with spring onion, the most common ingredient in Sangguo, and the most common in restaurants.

"Da da da..." After cleaning the ingredients in his hand, he unfolded his right hand, and the dazzling kitchen knife appeared in Mo Yang's hand. His speed was still very fast, and his eyes stared at the beef in front of him. In his hands began to form into pieces, falling into the plate.

"This kid has some potential." The people standing on both sides smiled slightly and nodded secretly.

Looking at Feng Qingge again, the standing figure didn't make any movement, but those eyes stared at Lin Yue, never leaving half a step.

"What to look at, I won't let you pass if you look at it again. The Temple of the Golden Thrall is a place to talk based on strength!" The other chefs sneered, and the chefs are only known to those who have suffered hardships. It's good to hug your daughter-in-law, but what's the good thing about getting the smell of oil smoke in the kitchen.

This time, even Luo Xing panicked, shiveringly pulled Feng Qingge's sleeve, and said in a trembling voice, "Young master, you are doing it, don't stand still. The food you cooked for me is so good. Eat, there's no reason why you can't pass the test..."

"You're doing it!" Seeing Feng Qingge still not moving, Luo Xing's last fear was gone. He suddenly lifted the steel fork on the side and slammed it into the pool. The fish was already gone. When he landed on the chopping board, he said angrily: "Then make fish, my favorite..."

"Fish!" The light in his brain flashed, and Feng Qingge turned his head sharply to look at the fish on the chopping board. After his eyes touched the thing, Feng Qingge's face changed greatly. I didn't expect this to be here! How could she be so stupid, she could use this!

"There's still less than half a column of incense, even if it's too late to make fish." The chef on the side laughed even more, giving Feng Qingge a disdainful look. Obviously, their chips are all on Mo Yang, and they think that is the talent that can be created.

Lin Yue didn't say much, those black eyes swept over Feng Qingge, watching her catch the very ugly fish from the pool again, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"Why does this fish look different from what I eat?" With his head down, Luo Xing also noticed the fish on the chopping board. It was not as plump as other fish, but flat on its side, with a raised back and silvery white. The scales of the fish are very small, and the teeth in the fish's mouth are still jagged, which looks very weird.

When the other chefs saw Feng Qingge catching the fish, they almost spit it out in one breath, almost choking on their own saliva.

"She actually chose salmon! This fish is the hardest to cook. When the heat is too high, the fish itself is damaged and the taste becomes old. If it is not cooked, the taste will be extremely unpalatable!"

"Isn't it? The cooked fish is easy to melt and affect the taste. This fish is tasteless. Cooking it during this time is just courting death!"

"Shh, let's see what she's going to do."

It's over, look at the faces of these people, isn't this salmon particularly difficult to do, what the hell is going to do, the son, this thing really looks a little too ugly. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Luo Xing clenched his hands tightly. If they really failed the test, they would have to wait another month.

"Hmph..." Mo Yang sneered in front of him, he understood that salmon was difficult to cook, but he did not expect that in front of the local people like Sang Guo, she would choose food from outside, such food was not suitable for Lin Yue's appetite, she has already lost.

He knew in his heart, but Mo Yang didn't say anything, he picked up the pot beautifully, added the sauce to the plate with the spoon in his hand, and the beef with scallions was finished. The rich aroma, mixed with the taste of the sauce, is very tempting. Rao is a native of Sangguo, and he will come to taste it when he smells it.

"I'm done." Standing with his hands behind his back, Mo Yang looked at Feng Qingge on the opposite side.

Without using her own Xuanji knife, Feng Qingge raised the clean kitchen knife on the side, and gently unfolded her right hand. Under the shadow of the sword, it seemed as if ten hands were behind her. In a blink of an eye, the salmon on the chopping board had been cleaned up.

And on the back of the knife, there is no scale at all, which shows how fast she is.

Just the moment when everyone couldn't close their mouths, her blade turned and broke the whole salmon, and when the knife fell, it was not a thin fish fillet, but a finger-wide fish flesh, pink flesh, With white lines, it fell into the empty plate.

"Is she crazy, how could the fish be cut like this!" The other chefs immediately exclaimed, their eyes widened at Feng Qingge, their jaws almost falling to the ground.

Feng Qingge stared at the fish meat in her hands, and had already ignored the people standing beside her. She only used the meat from the fish. She threw the fish head and tail out, picked up the soy sauce on the side, and added it to it. Under everyone's sight, she flipped her right hand and slowly poured a green paste-like object from the medicine bottle into the soy sauce.

Picking a carrot at random, cutting it into a flower shape, and placing it on the plate, looking at the incense that just went out on the opposite side, Feng Qingge smiled indifferently: "I just finished it too."

finished, finished?

The people in the back kitchen were completely stunned. They held their breaths and looked at the fish meat on the plate. They visited the fish meat on the lettuce leaves, and Feng Qingge made some ice cubes beside it. As for the fish meat on the lettuce leaves The seasoning is even simpler, a little soy sauce, and that mysterious green object.

People who have never seen a meal like this before are already stunned.

Even Luo Xing couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He secretly pulled Feng Qingge's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure, is this thing edible?"

They are not beasts. If this thing is eaten raw, won't it be diarrhea? Doesn't this become like a beast, swallowing it alive?

"Please taste." Feng Qingge made a random gesture of invitation, standing there.