delicious life

Take it for granted.

It is not easy to innovate any dish.There has never been a lack of talents in the culinary art world who dare to delve into, innovate, and constantly research new cooking techniques.Introduce the old and bring forth the new, but cannot cover the dishes that others have already researched.In addition to the on-site imagination, experience is required to fully grasp the dishes that others have already made.

The competition here is not only a competition of skill and power, but also a competition of knowledge and imagination, which is more exciting and difficult.

The timing bell rang at the right time, and the time passed little by little. The contestants had already selected the ingredients and stood beside the booth.

But at this moment, among the ten contestants, none of them started cooking ahead of time.

The 5 minutes of contemplation are more important than the next 75 minutes of operation.In this short period of time, you have to turn the invisible things in your head into tangible things, taking into account every ingredient, the combination of every ingredient, and even when to put it in the pot, so as to achieve the best results. All counted.

Sometimes intangible things are formed earlier than tangible things, but when it is actually operated, the reality is very different.Inspiration and ideas often pass by in a flash, and what can really be captured is only a few tenths of a delay.

Strictly speaking, Mo Ci had an advantage over this question.

During his father's short special training, Mo Ci had tried dishes that he wanted to cook, but no one else had.

I often get inspiration suddenly when making this dish, and then put down the work in my hands and start working on that inspiration.Sometimes if it is half a beat too late, the inspiration will disappear with the waves and cannot be captured.

His father took a tacit and far-sighted attitude towards his approach, neither agreeing nor opposing it.Sometimes when I go up to ask, there is only one sentence of evaluation: "The fire is not at home, and the inspiration cannot be transformed into reality."

After nodding his head for training, Mo Ci worked harder to learn the essence of cooking and did not dare to relax.During the time he could think about, he did cook a lot of novel dishes and asked his father to teach him.

But those semi-finished products couldn't catch my father's eyes, so I thought about it for a long time in my heart.

It turns out that to make the dishes in the mind, a specific environment and stimulation are needed to be materialized.Mo Ci began to fiddle with the ingredients in his hand, using his hands to outline the blueprint hanging in his mind.

Some players on the field have already started chopping vegetables.Mo Ci turned his head and glanced at Duan Feng on the booth on the right.After receiving an encouraging smile from the other party, Mo Ci seriously looked at the dishes he had chosen in front of him.

Simple bean sprouts, whole bananas, big red apples, bright red dates, half of watermelon.It is extremely impossible to connect these unrelated things together.

But the flour, sugar, water, and oil on the other side of the booth gave Mo Ci more confidence.

What he wants to do is a dish that no one else has tried - shredded salad.

Put the oiled and prefabricated clinker into the syrup-prepared pot and stir to block the slurry-put it on a plate and eat it hot and shredded. It is mainly used to make beets, which is one of the basics of beet production in country C. The key to its production is to make syrup.

There is a wide range of raw materials for salads, and various vegetables, fruits, seafood, poultry eggs, meat, etc. can be used to make salads.Most of the salads have the characteristics of bright color, beautiful appearance, fresh and refreshing, greasy and appetizing, and they are defined as cold dishes in diet.

Combining hot dishes and cold dishes, and combining these vegetables and fruits together, makes a unique delicacy.This idea can be said to be extremely weird, but from another perspective, it is a different approach and unique.

The throbbing pain from the abdomen couldn't stop Mo Ci from stopping what he was doing. He heated up the iron pan, put in oil, and when the oil reached the temperature, he added marshmallow to control the temperature.

If the temperature in the pot is too high, the dish will fail.After Mo Ci started frying, he felt that the sugar was going to be mushy, so he immediately took the pot off the fire and put it in mid-air.This action was repeated, causing the blister on the arm to burst, and the cool water flowed to the wrist along with the sweat on the body.The analgesic effect of the ointment had failed, so Mo Ci gritted his teeth to ignore the numbness, exerted force on his wrist, and put the pot on top of the fire.

The fire cannot be turned off during this process, and the temperature difference between on and off is the key to wire drawing.

Seeing that the sugar and water dissolved and became viscous, Mo Ci turned off the fire in good time.Put the processed bananas, apples, and watermelons into the hot syrup and roll them around so that these fruits are fully covered with the syrup.

After careful preparation, fry the bean sprouts in a clean pan. When the water in the bean sprouts is about to evaporate, immediately take them out and put them on a plate. Preheat the solidified syrup and add the bean sprouts again. , until the bean sprouts turned golden and thin like a thread, then turned off the fire, took them out and placed them with the shredded fruits, and put them on a plate.

There is no stagnation in the dishes that are made in one go. You must know that the key to this dish is only one word "fast"!

The bean sprouts like golden threads circled the golden-yellow fruits together, and the red dates on the top had a unique bright color, and a touch of red lit up the eyes of the judges.

Mo Ci pressed his beating heart back to his chest, and the ten dishes served on the judging table far away were dazzling, each with its own color.

The bell that terminated the game was still ringing in my ears, and my heart was beating like a drumstick. The smile on the corner of Mo Ci's mouth slowed down the heartbeat of the worried Duan Feng.

Days of competition, days of restlessness.This game finally came to an end.No matter what the result is, the experience and lessons gained in the competition cannot be obtained by working hard on the street stall for several days.

Duan Feng shrugged his shoulders, raised his head slightly, and listened to the judgments of the judges.

on the jury.

During the 10-minute discussion, the words were fierce, and everyone had a serious disagreement about a player.

"It's not easy for him, he deserves to be ranked." Judge A's voice was full of approval, and he pointed his finger at the contestant sitting in a wheelchair on the field.

"However, the taste of this dish is not the best." The judge who had been silent all this time touched the mustache on his lips and shook his head.

"He is very serious when cooking, which is really rare." Judge A argued.

All the judges on the field turned their attention to the disabled contestants whose clothes were soaked in sweat.There is a tiredness on the blue face.

"Mr. Ye, although his cooking can't be called the first, it should be ranked second. It's not easy for a person with physical disabilities to make it this far." Judge B echoed, looking at the beard the judges.

"No, the player who played with an injury is even better. It's even more rare to be able to seize the only chance." The judge surnamed Ye spread his palms.

After a long silence, judge C coughed and broke the silence: "If we don't give him an award, will it hurt his heart to move on?"

Now, the only smile on the face of the judge surnamed Ye disappeared, and his tense face appeared extremely serious, "If he can be hit so easily, he doesn't have to pursue cooking as his career!"

"Mr. Ye..."

"If you insist on this, he will be misguided and take a path that is not suitable for him. If he succeeds by winning the sympathy of others, he will forever go on a path that has no tomorrow... This is the game , not for show!" The judge who had been silent all this time got up and sighed.Seeing the young faces on the field, there was a seriousness on his face.

After a while of silence, the judges had already started to score the dishes.Mr. Ye Yun Ye is a well-known gourmet in the world, and he is more convincing than them.

Soon, the top three were born in the acquiescence of the judges.

The host announced the long-awaited ranking: "No.3, don't ask Mr. Mo!" There was a round of applause, and the host continued, "No.2, Ms. Tang Yun Tang!"

"No.1, Mr. Duan Feng Duan!" Please support them!

The three people who won the rankings raised their arms at the same time. Mo Ci's eyes were full of joy, looking at Duan Feng who did not know when he came to his side, the smile on his mouth became wider and wider.

"Congratulations!" The shadows of each other appeared in the eyes of both of them, Duan Feng smiled, and his eyes fell on Mo Ci's injured arm.

"Be careful with the wounds on your hands!"

"Well, I got No. 3!" Mo Ci raised his arm just now, the blisters were broken due to friction, and he froze in mid-air, the painful expression on his face was in stark contrast to the elation just now.

"Tell you not to move!" Duan Feng's low growl made the host who was presenting the award tremble in fright, and almost dropped the microphone to the ground.

"I'm so happy, so..." Mo Ci swallowed the explanation, and took the No.3 certificate with his arms folded.

The sound of fireworks resounded from the arena, overshadowing Mo Ci's murmur.

The competition came to an end, and the hard work was rewarded. Mo Ci walked in front of Duan Feng, expressing his thoughts every sentence.

Talking about the burns on his body, the joy on Duan Feng's face suddenly disappeared, he moved his lips, and said a few words: "I'm sorry..."

The warm atmosphere just now disappeared immediately, Mo Ci stopped in his tracks, and was about to say something.A gentle voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

Sorry, it's all my responsibility. "

"Mr. Mo, wait a minute. I'm Tian Tian's older brother Tian Yu. I have to apologize in person for something." The gentle voice contained a trace of guilt, and the sound of wheels rubbing came into their ears. The man with red eyes lowered his head in front of Duan Feng and Mo Ci.

The man is not very old, in his early twenties.Dressed neatly, with short, neatly shaved hair, and a gentle face with shame, his eyes fell on Mo Ci who was holding the gauze.The girl behind him, with bangs covering her entire face, was sobbing softly.

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