Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 461 Parsley

Seeing that this program could not be recorded anymore, Zhuang Hong sighed, and said to himself that I still have to wipe your ass.

So he said with a smirk.

"Okay, let's invite the three judges to taste..."

In order to open up an embarrassing situation, he took the initiative to taste Ling Yun's first.

"Well, the Baiwei soup made by contestant Ling Yun has a strong taste and a sweet aftertaste. The color of this soup is exactly the same as that recorded in the ancient recipe. It's really good."

Seeing him like this, Meng Changyun and Zhang Biao also tasted it, nodding in admiration.

Then, it was Duanmu Haruko's turn.

Zhuang Hongsheng took a spoonful, looked at the dark soup, smelled it again, and almost didn't spit it out directly. Then he also has to taste the saltiness.

Holding back his nausea, he frowned and took a small sip, then grinned and shivered, and inadvertently used a white towel to pretend to wipe his mouth and spit out most of it.

"The Baiwei soup made by Duanmu Qingzi is black and gray in color, and it also smells bitter and a little foul. After tasting, it tastes a little sour, which is really not good."

With his lessons learned, Meng Changyun and Zhang Biao simply took out the white towels first, and then pretended to drink soup, but in fact wrapped them in the towels as soon as they reached their mouths, and even threw away the spoons.

After finally passing the tasting stage with some pretentiousness, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why Zhuang Hong was relaxed was that the show was finally over.

For Meng Changyun and Zhang Biao, it was because there were no accidents in the whole plan. As long as Ling Yun advances, he can explain to his superiors.

"Okay, after the final tasting and comments of our three judges, we all agreed that the Baiwei soup made by contestant Ling Yun is bright in color, mellow in taste, and good in taste, so we jointly decided that the champion of "The God of Chef in China" It's Ling..."

Zhuang Hong announced loudly and excitedly on the stage, but before he could finish speaking, Duanmu Qingzi suddenly yelled loudly below.

"Made of the ball!!!"

It was fine if she didn't speak, but when she spoke, the audience exploded. Zhuang Hong's eyes widened and he muttered subconsciously.

"Are you Japanese?"

At this moment, there were also surprises and questions in the live broadcast room.

"Isn't this woman's surname Duanmu? Isn't that a double surname? How do you say it in Japanese?"

"I didn't expect it to be Japanese! I, Cao!"

"It's a good thing she wasn't allowed to win the God of Cooking championship, otherwise it wouldn't hurt us much after returning to Japan."

"It's so true, it's just too scary. If she wants to win our China's Chef's Championship, it will be like rubbing the honor of our China's gourmet cuisine on the ground!"

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Maybe she also discovered her negligence. Duanmu Qingzi's expression was volatile, and then she quickly returned to her usual smiling face. She smiled at Zhuang Hong and said in substandard Mandarin.

"Teacher, I want to ask, Mr. Ling Yun and I... all make the same ingredients, why the soup we make...is completely different?"

It's okay if you don't ask, but Zhuang Hong will feel embarrassed when you ask, he is just talking, so he smiled at Duanmu Qingzi in an embarrassing manner.

"Hehe, all the friends who watched our live broadcast must want to know this question, so let's ask Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Biao stared and said to himself, I know you are a dog.

He stared at Zhuang Hong speechlessly, and was about to think about making up something to make up for it, but suddenly saw Meng Changyun suppressing a smile, so...

"Hey, I've been devoting myself to the development and research of western food, but I'm not very good at Chinese food. I think...Let Mr. Meng answer this question for you, and this Baiwei soup is also one of the ancient recipes of Meng's private kitchen. One, Mr. Meng's answer couldn't be more appropriate."

Meng Changyun's smile stopped abruptly...

Standing in front of two servings of Baiwei soup, he was like a student who was called to the podium by the teacher to dictate new characters.

Seeing that there was another large-scale death scene, Ling Yun suddenly spoke.

"She and I are not holding the same material at all."

One sentence sounded like a thunderclap at the scene, and Duanmu Qingzi looked at Ling Yun and asked in astonishment.

"Mr. Ling Yun, when I came out, I took a look at what you took. It should be the same kind of ingredients as what I took, right?"

Ling Yun turned his head and showed a sneer.

"Hehe, even though they look alike, it doesn't mean they are exactly the same. Just like you and me, although we both look like Chinese faces, we are absolutely different fundamentally."

"What's the difference?"

After finishing speaking, Duanmu Qingzi hurriedly added another sentence.

"I mean...what's the difference in the materials we take?"

At this time, everyone's eyes, including the lens of the camera, were all aimed at Ling Yun.

Seeing that Ling Yun picked up the leftover materials from cutting on the table, and then picked up the remaining materials from Duanmu Qingzi's table, raised the two together in the air and said with a smile.

"Look carefully, are the ones we took the same?"

"This...is the same?"

Duanmu Haruko carefully looked at the remaining two rhizomes, with an even more suspicious expression.

Ling Yun shook his head with a smile.

"No, it's not the same. I took Angelica dahurica, but you took celery, which is very similar to the rhizome of Angelica dahurica. After the rhizome of celery is dried, it is almost exactly the same as Angelica dahurica, so it is also called rock angelica. One word, but it is basically two things, and the effect is even more different."

Zhuang Hong heard the slap on the thigh.

"Oh, I remembered, this is indeed the case. I remember hearing a chef talk to me when I was visiting the store last year, saying that many medicinal materials are now fake and shoddy. He mentioned it at the time Someone used dried celery to pretend to be Angelica dahurica, which is commonly used as a spice, and their restaurants have been cheated several times, so they hate it."

Ling Yun nodded.

"Zifeng celery is a perennial herb. The root neck is single or finger-like forked, mostly lignified; the root is conical. And Angelica dahurica is a perennial tall herb, 1-2.5 meters high. The root is cylindrical, branched, and 3-5- 2 cm, outer skin yellowish brown to brown, with a strong smell. Stem base diameter 5-7 cm, sometimes up to 8-[-] cm, usually purple, hollow, with longitudinal grooves.

The root of Angelica dahurica is used as medicine, which has the functions of dispelling disease and dehumidification, draining pus and promoting muscle growth, promoting blood circulation and relieving pain.Indications for anemofrigid cold, headache, rhinitis, toothache.Red and white vaginal discharge, pain, furuncle, swelling and poisoning, etc., but it can also be used as a spice.

It is common because almost every household has it, and it is used every day, because... it is one of the spices in Thirteen Fragrances! ! ! "

In this way, laymen can understand all of them, and they all make the sound of "oh".

"Angelica dahurica is pungent in taste, warm in nature; aromatic in smell, pungent in taste, and slightly bitter. It can be used in cooking to remove fishy smell, increase aroma and hook meat. I have to thank Teacher Zhang for telling this allusion before. When I specifically mentioned the emperor's old man, this hundred-flavored soup should be smelly and fragrant. I think no matter what ingredients you put in, Angelica dahurica must be indispensable! And the most important thing is that it can exist alone well, and It will not react excessively with other traditional Chinese medicines."

(End of this chapter)