Chapter 181

Time is also the most important thing for chefs. Not only the cooking time, but also the customer's time. The time for a dish should not exceed 20 minutes at most. Of course, this is only limited to stir-frying.

Taking beauty as the theme, giving half an hour or an hour is already considered a luxury.

"Half an hour is half an hour, you guys, go and prepare ice cubes for me right away!" Feng Yuan walked around the ingredients with a big belly.

"Mo Yang, what do you need, I'll help you." Shan Xiping asked, holding her hands, and now she can only help with this.

However, Mo Yang just pulled out the knife and did not take the next step. He closed his eyes and thought about the ingredients he used. He was not as anxious as Feng Yuan, but was the calmest.

"Ice cubes, the more the better!" The fat hands grabbed the big fish in the pool, Feng Yuan was shy, although he was fat, his hands were fast, and the silver kitchen knife was jumping in his hands. , But in the blink of an eye, a ten-pound fatty fish has been decomposed.

Even Feng Qingge couldn't help trembling. The star power in her body surged, and her mental power completely locked Feng Yuan on the opposite side. The familiar aura surged, it was clearly star power. Could it be that the guy in front of her is planning to use star power? Want to make this dish?

With a slight flip of his right hand, the silver-bright kitchen knife immediately turned red. Feng Yuan's knife fell, and the heat of the kitchen knife cut open the fish, and perfectly overcooked the fish, maintaining the freshest taste of the fish.

With a handful of hands, the ice cubes in the basin danced with his movements, but when he touched his hands, the sizzling sound continued, and the entire Jinluan Temple was surrounded by a white mist.

"The flame of life, no wonder he can be so arrogant!" Her heart moved, Feng Qingge stared at Feng Yuan's hands, she didn't expect what she wanted to break through, but she actually saw it on Feng Yuan's hands!

But Feng Qingge didn't know that Feng Yuan loved food and beauties, so even if he had the flame of his life, he was not interested in alchemy or other things, and devoted himself to studying this food.

Mo Yang, who had closed his eyes, also suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, the cold light in his black eyes suddenly appeared, his bloodthirsty eyes stared at the natal flame in Feng Yuan's hands, and subconsciously trembled, the natal flame! I didn't expect to experience it outside and still see it.

"Do you think that you are the only one with the flame of your life?" A low voice came from Mo Yang's mouth. He raised his right hand indifferently. The fiery red light jumped out, but it was a real flame. After a while, the fiery red has fallen into the pot, completely burning the iron pot.

The so-called beauty is the topic, but literally, it is not difficult to make all kinds of strange things, but it is not so simple to understand at a deeper level. Beauty on the outside and beauty on the inside must also have the essence of beauty, otherwise the dish made will be useless.

Subconsciously holding the back of the knife in his hand, Mo Yang's eyes flashed, and he had already decided what kind of food to cook. Instead of using an iron pot, he replaced it with a casserole, which is generally used to make porridge.

With beauty as the theme, wouldn't it make people laugh if you made some rice porridge?

Watching Mo Yang washing rice, Zhong Menxi's big teeth almost burst out laughing, this silly boy, he thought he would have some tricks, but he didn't expect to choose to cook at such a critical juncture. Looking at Feng Yuan again, the kitchen knife in his hand has been swung, and it has been cut on the frozen ice. It was obvious that he wanted to carve something else. At first glance, it was obvious that Feng Yuan had the upper hand.

This time, Shan Xiping stomped her feet in a hurry, her hands clenched tightly, she couldn't help but anxiously said: "What is he doing, why does he choose rice, Mo Yang, do you want to rely on rice porridge to come here? Win? If this goes on, our Golden Temple will be finished!"

"Let's see first, what he's doing is meaningful." Mo Yang has always been more rigorous, and he won't fall off the chain at this time. Even so, Lin Yue's heart still trembles, no matter how beautiful he is, this meter How can the porridge be so beautiful? If you control the heat, what is the difference between the boiled rice porridge?

Feng Qingge frowned slightly, watching Mo Yang washing the rice over and over again, mixing in other black rice and various miscellaneous grains, and cooking the rice porridge in front of him in the most ordinary way. The only difference is that he uses the natal flame that can be realized by himself.

This was something Feng Qingge had never owned, so she didn't know what would be wrong with the cooked rice porridge under this flame. The opposite Feng Yuan also used the natal flame to start making ice cubes. His fat hands groped on the ice cubes.

As time went on, the speed in his hand became slower and slower, and the things carved with the knife became clearer and clearer. Under the ice cubes, the crystal clear presentation is completely Wiener's life-size proportions, and the frown and smile are fully displayed, which is even more beautiful.

The works carved by such knife skills, looking at the country of Sang, are also unimaginable. It happened to appear in the hands of this fat man, which made people feel really incredible.

Even Wiener was shocked by such knife skills. She is really like the iceman who touched the opposite side in the past. What kind of technology does she have to have to carve such a vivid thing? Unexpectedly, Feng Yuan was able to completely carve out her face when he saw her for the first time.

But seeing Feng Yuan's face, Wiener's excitement dimmed again. With this appearance, what's the use of carving it well?

Looking at the hourglass with the last bit left, Shan Xiping's heart trembled again and again. At the last moment, Mo Yang put down the fire, and then poured the rice porridge in the casserole into the basin and covered it with a lid. Cover up, nothing else is added.

As for Feng Yuan, the tall statue completely shocked everyone. In the iceberg, it seemed that a beauty was really frozen. Her complexion was so condensed, her eyebrows were picturesque, and even the clothes were exactly the same as Wiener's. .

"Good knife skills." Feng Qingge couldn't help but praise, the people in the iceberg were obviously made of ingredients. The flesh-colored fish was cut into thin slices, frozen by the iceberg, and the ingenious red peppers were connected to make Into a beautiful cheongsam, the black part is dominated by kelp, looming under the iceberg.

Raising his head proudly, Feng Yuan smiled and said, "This is my love for the princess, and I invite the princess to taste it. Don't worry, the borneol is very thin, and it will break when you poke it. A dish, I named it, The Beauty of Wiener."