Chapter 808： : The stage of the Chinese world

"It's about to start..."

When the camera locked the kitchen counter No. 1, a few young people in the guest seat with tents were late.

Apart from Ye Feizhou, the remaining four of the "China Five Shows" rushed to the scene.

As soon as he sat down and gasped, Tang Yuqiong shot at Li Han. "It's because you insisted that we wait for you. You dragged and dragged for an hour, and we almost missed it!"

"This is really not my pot, in fact, it's Lou Lin..." Li Han asked to explain.

clang!

At this time, the punctual bell sounded at ten o'clock in the morning, and the male celebrant on the stage held the scroll with the title written on it. He happened to see the four famous arrogants who were late, and cast a stunned glance over there, but his hand was motionless, and he shook, and the scroll rolled out to the end.

As a result, the subject of black text on a white background clearly fell into the lens.

I don’t know how many eyes, or on the scene, or in front of a variety of screens, staring closely at the writing on the title scroll—

Fragrant!

Just one word, square and square.

"Fragrant?"

It took a while for the inhalation to sound, and the riot spread to the entire venue, and even the entire metropolis.

"Are you missing words?"

Inside a commercial plaza in Shanghai, Zhu Qing and Zhao Tong are on the elevator in the shopping mall, listening to the reverberating sounds on the floor, and can't help stopping to joke with their girlfriends, gazing slightly at the big screen in a restaurant next to the elevator, Looking away, the pretty face immediately appeared strange.

"Fragrance?" Zhao Tong's ear moved, and he groaned a little, then said with a smile: "A Qing, I guess this "fragrant" refers to the word in the six-character recipe "color fragrance Xingyi Yang", after all, This is a big collision of young heroes in the field of culinary arts. In fact, the meaning of the text has long been imprisoned in this field. It is impossible to break away, otherwise it is a partial problem! "

"I know!"

The weirdness on Zhu Qing's face turned into a kind of regretful madness, "Come on, let's go back, don't go shopping! Who came out of this question, didn't it hit the gun, I already knew..."

Zhao Tong can only let his girlfriends pull himself, listening to Zhu Qing's cursing, and can't help but secretly strange.

Hit the muzzle? Does it mean that the subject hit the muzzle.

on site.

"The word "Xiang" extends in the field of culinary arts. It can be said to be the smell smelled by the nose, or the actual taste tasted by the tongue... Or, standing on a high place represents the seasoning level of a whole dish ! "

Wei An told Kong Chun this way.

The two dragon chefs in Baiyulou were also whispering under the influence of the atmosphere.

"Well, this is a good question!" Kong Chun is a skinny scribe who looks like a teacher. In his fifties, his temples are stained with frost and his eyes are bright and dignified. "From the sensory point of view, the nose is the sense of smell. , The taste of the tongue."

"Or, just go straight, starting from the basic seasoning of the dishes, and perfecting the "seasoning" is the perfect interpretation of this assessment question! "

Kong Chun said this, it seems that he is trying to solve the problem from his own perspective.

Wei An laughed, "Brother Kong, do you think the young heroes present, who can really push "seasoning" to the extreme?" If this is the subject of Lin Chu's food..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Obviously, a figure popped up in Wei An's head, reminding him like a ghost!

"Don't forget that No. 1 player." Kong Chun slightly sullied. "To be honest, I still don't believe in this generation, and there will be a young Lin chef. I don't doubt Qinglian's taste, but It’s such a thing. It’s too unbelievable. Know that since those arrogances have disappeared one after another, the Chinese world has never been so evil.”

He pointed to the forbidden city in the north.

"That faucet did not cross Linmen at the age of nineteen."

Hearing the words, Wei An's eyes flashed, "So I just pulled you over here today, and I went to see this site personally--"

Snapped!

Speaking of which, Wei An slapped the armrest of the chair with both hands and cast a staring look at the prominent kitchen counter No. 1. "Seeing is believing! Hope he..."

During the conversation between the two, the hundred young talents who knew the topic were as if they had gone to the examination room, thinking one by one, frowning.

The No. 1 kitchen counter with the camera and broadcast screen locked.

Seeing the subject clearly, Xia Yu's stunned expression flashed across his face.

""Scent"! "

There was an urge to rub his face in public, but Xia Yu had the consciousness of a public figure, and he could not bear it anyway. He seriously put on his face and tried to think hard, but there was a smile in his heart. So the reason why I want to rub my face is very simple. In order to prevent the expression from breaking down, it's very difficult to hold back the smile, especially in the case of people's attention.

He doesn't know how many people are paying attention to himself and looking at himself.

If it is placed in Dongying, the audience under the stage may be ignored by him as an npc. However, breathing the air of this land, and the slightly familiar urban buildings in the field of vision, there seems to be a voice in the heart constantly reminding Xia Yu :

This is Shang Hai!

Chinese world!

He is in Shanghai, in mainland China!

A completely different land, a more ancient and vast world of chefs!

It was completely different from the feeling when I returned to the country last week, Xia Yu's breath was suddenly heavy, and he couldn't control the frequency of his heartbeat. "Am I excited?"

Look at the same young girls who frown and work hard to prepare recipes.

With Xia Yu's current cooking skills and state of mind, then to see this group of children is like a parent watching children playing in front of the kindergarten. Although it is a bit impolite to say this, the difference between Lin and special chefs is like this.

So, his inner excitement has nothing to do with this group of peers.

Uh--

The guest seats under the stage, Wei An and Kong Chunqi frowned in unison, greeted the sharp sight from the direct projection of kitchen counter No. 1.

"This boy..."

The two old guys also came from the young. There are countless battles for halberds in their careers. How can they not feel the violent and agitated fighting flames in their sight.

For a moment, the two had the consternation of being treated as prey, but immediately afterwards, they were annoyed by the undergrowth and provocation.

The older you get, the more you have to face.

Regardless of Wei An or Kong Chun, who was born in Qilu Kongshi, he certainly didn't want to be a lot of age, but he was treated as a stepping stone under the feet by a young boy to watch the high scenery.

"Chef Xia, can you talk about your interpretation of "Xiang"? "

The master of ceremonies stepped down from the judging table and handed the microphone to Xia Yu.

This unexpected link made the audience silent.

Including the talents on the same stage who are thinking and preparing the recipe, all looked over.

Far from hunting headquarters.

The other two Dragon Chefs, Lao Lao and Li Lao, also sat watching TV.

Lan Lao gave a thumbs-up to standing Wei Qinglian. "Yes, this arrangement is wonderful. It was originally a stage for young people. Adding more elements and an active atmosphere can also inspire the younger generation to fight harder."

Accidentally visited on the stage ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Xia Yu seemed very calm, countless shots failed to capture any trace of tension from his face.

"Interpretation of "Xiang"? "

Xia Yu pondered.

As the only male on the judging panel, this middle-aged master of ceremonies is an old driver, thinking that Xia Yu didn't know how to speak, so he kindly paved the way for him, "any interpretation is fine, just say what you want."

"No!"

Unexpectedly, Xia Yu answered in two words.

"Uh?"

Middle-aged ceremonies are dumbfounded.

Immediately, the teenager in the lens just smiled and pointed his finger to his lips, "Hush!"

"I don't want to say that it's better to give the food to the chef's heart. To say it is equivalent to revealing the answer in advance. Isn't that boring?"