The strongest gourmet food system

Chapter 692 Chapter 225 Looking Forward
Chunfang Garden.

The TV set in the hall was playing the-blue group match. Xuan Li watched the TV intently, especially when she saw the ingredients in Zheng Ke's food basket, she fell into deep thought.

Since Zheng Ke chose tofu, it must be a tofu dish, Mapo Tofu?No, because there are no peppers in sight.Is it pocket tofu?But it doesn’t look like the ingredients.

Xuan Li frowned, the dishes made by Zheng Ke were not in her menu.

Brat, as I said, you have to master it well, but you don’t need to work so hard in the group stage, right?
Xuan Hua pulled Xuan Li's skirt, "Sister, can Zheng Ke win?"

"No problem, this is just the group stage." Xuan Li muttered to herself.

……

Macroplating School.

Bai Shilongyi entered the classroom with a serious face, but saw students sitting in groups of three or three.

"What are you doing? Class is on now." Shiraishi Ryuichi scolded.

"Teacher Baishi, is Teacher Zheng competing now?" A girl raised her hand high.

"Him?" Only then did Baishi remember that Zheng Ke was going to compete today, and secretly regretted in his heart. If he knew this earlier, he arranged for others to teach.

Despite thinking like this in his heart, Bai Shilongyi coughed dryly, "I know. But you are going to graduate soon—if you don't get excellent grades this time, are you worthy of the tuition you paid?"

"But, Teacher Shiraishi, this match is also very exciting..."

"Nonsense, what's so exciting about the group stage? Hurry up and go to class—if you do your homework well in the past few days, I can take you to the finals! With Zheng Ke's strength, it's no problem to enter the finals. " Bai Shilong urged.

"Yes." The student put away his phone as quickly as possible and sat up straight.

These bastards... really.

……

No matter how exciting the game is on the screen, it is slightly less tense than it is in person.

In a field of ten people, apart from the collision of wooden shovels and pans, there is almost no other noise.Every contestant went all out and couldn't wait to show off all their cooking skills.

"Now, can you see what kind of cuisine Zheng Ke is cooking? Kokuga?" Kobayashi Rindan asked Kuga Teruki beside him.

"No...how could I see it so quickly?" Teruki Kuga's eyes widened. He remembered every step of Zheng Ke's steps in his mind, and then compared them with the dishes in his memory.

No... In his memory, there is no such dish at all.

Damn, this should be a Sichuan dish, but why don't I know?
Sweat dripped from Kuga Teruki's forehead, this dish -- beyond what he has mastered.

"It turns out that there are Sichuan dishes that I don't know about for a long time." Yisehui touched his chin and said softly.

Zheng Ke put the fried egg skins on one side of the plate, put them together with the prepared sweet and sour lettuce, and then took a deep breath. The next step is the key to the whole dish.

Put the washed pig fat meat into the pot, cover the pot, Zheng Ke takes out the tofu, puts it in the silk basket, kneads it into a velvet shape, and puts it in a bowl.Take another egg, take the egg white, beat the air bubbles in a bowl, and pour it into the mashed tofu.

"The basic skills are so solid." Wang He looked at Zheng Ke who was busy on the big screen and said in a voice.

When Wang He watches others cook, he must first look at their basic skills.No matter how gorgeous the food is, as long as the basic skills are not solid, the food will be like a castle in the air.

Zheng Ke's cooking process is methodical. Although there are a few techniques in the middle, which seem a bit awkward, the shortcomings of these techniques are quickly covered up by the subsequent actions.

From the current point of view, Zheng Ke's Chinese cuisine should not have received special systematic training, but after a long period of tempering, his cooking movements can also achieve the effect of systematic training, which has to make Wang He secretly amazed.

"What level do you think his culinary skills are among the 'Eight Pavilions'?" Ye Qiuling narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"That's why you underestimate us. The 'Eight Pavilions of the East' are not something ordinary people can reach casually." Wang He said coldly.

"Yes, but you still lost to me." Ye Qiuling teased.

"Isn't that because you are two years older than me? Your cooking skills are definitely not as good as Boss Fu." Wang He swore.

"How can I compare with that biantai?" Ye Qiuling shrugged, "I haven't lived enough yet?"

Hearing Ye Qiuling's words, Wang He smiled.

"However, having said that, he may be the top ten leader next year. You Dongfang, are you ready to face him?"

"I'm not afraid of him." Wang He curled his lips, "My strength must be higher than his."

"Okay, no more joking. From your perspective, where does his strength rank among the Eight Pavilions?" Ye Qiuling asked.

"With my eyesight? Fifth? No, at most sixth, it may not be better than sixth." Wang He thought for a while and finally changed his mind.

"I think that by December of this year, except for the three monsters in the third grade and the genius in the second grade, there is no one in the 'Eight Pavilions' who is his opponent." Ye Qiuling said.

"Are you kidding? I admit that he is very good, but there are still many shortcomings in his cooking." Wang He crossed his arms and turned his head away, feeling quite prejudiced against Zheng Ke in his heart.

He didn't want to hear Ye Qiuling talking nonsense here again.

"That's because you haven't eaten his food before." Ye Qiuling muttered to himself.

Especially since the top ten competition at the beginning of the year, Zheng Ke's cooking skills have grown faster than Ye Qiuling's imagination. If he hadn't met Si Yingshi when he was fifth to fourth, no one could imagine where he would have advanced. inferred.

At that time, Zheng Ke had almost used up all the dishes he had prepared, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, but even so, Si Yingshi still talked about the dishes he made.

I really look forward to the next game. Of course, if I have the opportunity to play against him, that would be great.

Ye Qiuling stretched, and the smile on his face became wider and wider.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon there were only 10 minutes left in the game.

The judges on the judges' bench kept scanning the arena, looking for the first person to finish cooking, when suddenly a voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Judges, my cooking is ready." A contestant raised his hand high.

Kobayashi Gendan looked in the direction of the speech, and found that the speaker was actually the Indonesian player.

"It's disgusting! Let him finish it first." Xiaolin Longdan pouted, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"Senior Xiaolin, don't you know whether he can pass or not?" Yi Sehui said softly.

Kobayashi Ringtong suddenly narrowed his eyes and dragged his chin with his hands, "Don't say it so straightforwardly, let him have some expectations."

(End of this chapter)