I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The first to complete the work was a middle-aged monk.

The dish he presented was a smoked beef, and the tender slices of meat were layered and arranged in a beautiful fan shape, showing a faint golden glow under the dim light of the array.

The examiner picked up a piece, bit the next piece lightly, and chewed slowly: "Hmm...the ingredients you chose are silver-winged beef? Sea pepper, Chinese pepper, ginger...the smoky heat is also good, are you a fire root? "

The middle-aged monk was overjoyed when he heard the words, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes, I am a single spirit root of the fire element. You see, this smoked meat is my best dish. I plan to open a shop to sell sausages. As long as you use salt first Wait for the seasoning to marinate the soul meat, and then smoke and roast..."

"Okay, shut up."

The female examiner threw down her long chopsticks: "The best dishes are made like this? You are not suitable to be a spiritual chef, the next one."

Middle-aged monk: "???"

The situation took a sharp turn, and all three examiners put down their bowls and chopsticks in an instant.

In the dead silence, the whole face of the middle-aged man flushed red—is the smoke method he has painstakingly developed for many years worth the examiner taking a bite of a sesame seed?

"Why, why?"

The middle-aged man raised his head in disbelief, and covered the access talisman on the back of his hand with one hand. The talisman had already shimmered faintly because of the examiner's words.

It was a sign that he was about to be expelled from the examination room.

"We don't need to explain to you." The older examiner said, "There are thousands of people who have referred to you this time. If you explain them one by one, the food for the people behind will be cold."

"But, but..." The middle-aged man's eyes turned red.

He understood, he knew that his master told him that he must not anger the examiner, but he... refused to accept it, he really refused to accept it!

You must know that he has already wasted half of his life on the road of the spiritual chef. The single spirit of the fire element is an excellent cultivation embryo. Because of his obsession with cooking these years, the family and sect behind him are extremely disappointed in him. This time he came to the spiritual chef for the assessment. , In fact, it is also a man's last fight, if he wins, he will succeed, if he loses...

Just at this time, a clear voice came from behind: "Let me explain to you."

The middle-aged monk suddenly turned his head, and there was a girl in a blue skirt standing in front of him, smiling at him.

"I'm Wang Zirong," she said loudly, "You may not have heard my name, but you must have heard of 'Guanghuazhai'."

The middle-aged monk suddenly panicked.

Guanghuazhai, Wang's family, girl, these few simple words are linked together, evoking the deepest admiration and fear of the middle-aged monks for the culinary family in the world.

What a giant the Wang family is.

It has been passed down for thousands of years and has stood in the world for hundreds of years. Nearly two of the famous and surnamed spirit chefs in the world are surnamed "Wang". And this middle-aged monk happened to hear that the real lineage of the Wang family is actually very small, and the younger generation only has one. A girl's house.

The fear that he didn't even have when facing the examiner suddenly enveloped the middle-aged monk. He stepped back half a step, lowered his head and dared not say more: "Wang, Miss Wang..."

The girl in the blue skirt stretched out her jade-like fingers, pointed at the smoked beef on the desk, and said, "Silver wing beef is plump, whether fried or smoked, it is the best choice, but your fault is that you failed to catch it." The most tender part of the body—judging from the spliced ​​shape of these pieces of meat, you grabbed a piece of raw meat from under its flanks in a hurry, right?"

"...Yes, yes, yes." The middle-aged monk didn't dare to express himself.

"The wings of the silver-winged ox are as hard as iron, and the meat under these wings is also the toughest, and it is close to its gallbladder. The taste is really unbearable."

The girl in blue paused for a moment, with regret in her eyes: "Your idea is very good. You want to offset the taste of the meat itself with the strong flavor of smoking, but you ignore the fact that smoking is easy to use with a slow fire. It is a slow effort." Not to mention whether the marinating step can taste good, even the beef has not been smoked to the best heat. If you smoke it for a while, the meat will no longer be golden, but will show a touch of burnt black. That kind of taste will be better."

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth, but in the end he let out a long and dejected sigh without saying anything.

He wanted to smoke for a while longer.

But he also saw the ghostly image of the golden phoenix, and he knew that the further back the food was served, the more disadvantaged he was, so he took the lead, who knew...

The formation shimmered, and the figure of the middle-aged monk gradually faded, revealing a trail of gray smoke.

But before he completely quit, Wang Zirong suddenly said crisply: "What's your name? If you really want to open a restaurant, you can go to any Guanghuazhai branch after the exam and report my name."

The middle-aged man looked up in astonishment!

The girl in the blue dress looked sideways at him, smiling like a flower: "You have a very high level of fire smoking, and you have practiced hard for many years, right?"

"Even if you can't open your own restaurant, you can still be a preparatory chef under the banner of our Wang family. In the future, you may not be able to become a spiritual chef who controls one side."

The middle-aged man was suddenly ecstatic!

Mountain darkly, vista!

"Thank you, thank you girl!" The man's figure gradually dissipated, but his voice lingered over the examination room for a long time, "I will definitely go, my name is Xu Zhike, I..."

The lingering sound slowly drifted away.

The examinees who hadn't served the food all showed envious eyes, and when they looked at Wang Zirong again, their expressions were less apprehensive, and instead their eyes glowed, full of admiration.

Even if they can't become spirit chefs, Wang Zirong has provided them with a promising path.

At this time, the older examiner also squinted his eyes and smiled, brushing his beard and said slowly: "Little girl of the Wang family, I'm still in the assessment, you can't wait to start poaching corners?"

Wang Zirong's smile became softer, and she said slowly: "Don't blame the immortals, I also see that their thoughts are pure, and they just want to give everyone a way out."

She looked around for a moment, then sighed softly: "After all, whether we or they who want to become spirit chefs, the situation in the cultivation world is very bad."

The examiner was silent for a long time, closing his eyes slightly.

He understood what Wang Zirong meant.

In fact, the situation of spirit chefs in the cultivation world has been very embarrassing for many years. In terms of absorbing the spiritual power of spirit beasts and plants, they are not as good as alchemy guys; The desire is already low, even Guanghuazhai's business has been declining over the years, and it gradually seems to be unable to make ends meet.

"To survive, the Wang family needs to change and needs fresh blood."

Wang Zirong sighed softly, then suddenly raised her head and hooked her lips playfully: "Xianzun, if you are afraid that I will drag all talents to Guanghuazhai, why not just lower the standard of assessment?"

"You girl." The female examiner smiled, "Hurry up and serve the dishes, this smell has fascinated me for a long time."

The girl in the blue skirt stopped talking, and put the tray on the high platform with a smile.

The moment the lid was lifted, everyone heard a clear and pleasant Fengming in a daze.

Presented in front of the examiner were three bowls of clear soup. There were crimson flocs floating in the soup, and a layer of golden fat was lightly covered on the surface. The examiner picked up the bowl and blew gently, and the fat was immediately blown away , revealing the clear soup and tender shredded pork underneath.

The mellow aroma hits the nostrils.

The female examiner took a deep breath, a blush appeared on her face, she hurriedly picked up the spoon placed next to it, and scooped up a spoonful of soup.

When it is in a bowl, the soup looks light and transparent, but the moment it is scooped up, it is full of colorful light, reminiscent of a sparkling lake in the sunset.

The clear soup entered her throat, and the female cultivator trembled all over. She felt as if she was in the wilderness. When she raised her eyes, she saw the lonely smoke of the desert and the wilderness. She waved her fire wings, crossed the mountains, and crossed the sand dunes. Thousands of shimmering lights danced.

"What a strong bloodline, what a domineering taste..." the female cultivator murmured, "You didn't use any condiments, just stewed this pot of meat, right?"

"Yes," Wang Zirong raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Since it is a spirit beast, how can any mortal seasoning match it?"

The female cultivator took a deep look at her: "The Qingfeng belongs to the bloodline of the phoenix. It is noble and arrogant. It is not only a phoenix tree, but it does not eat unless it is practiced, and it does not drink unless it is a sweet spring. Your bland choice is also in line with its nature. ,very nice."

Wang Zirong's eyes brightened slightly: "So did I pass?"

The older examiner smiled and said: "Pass, pass. If you don't pass, no one in the audience will be able to pass this test. It's just girl, you make it difficult for the next candidates."

The three bowls of clear soup are delicious and sweet, like jade liquid and fine nectar, and the wonderful taste is endless aftertaste in the mouth of the examiner. This is no longer a simple cooking, but almost a realm of Taoism.

This realm of Taoism is like a tall and thick wall, which firmly holds the taste of several examiners in it. In other words, if the dishes of the next candidates cannot break through Wang Zirong's restrictions, it will be difficult to impress several examiners.

The older examiner said meaningfully: "If all the candidates for this exam are wiped out, you are the culprit."

Wang Zirong: "The immortal is just joking, with the cultivation of a few of you, as long as you use your spiritual power a little, you can break the shackles I made with dishes in an instant."

The female examiner waved her hand and said: "No, no, it's rare to have such a delicious food. I wish I could enjoy it for a while longer. Besides, this shackle was imposed by you with your cooking skills. Wouldn't it be unfair to you if we easily removed it?"

The third person who seldom spoke suddenly said: "But if you let it go, will it be unfair to other candidates?"

The female cultivator thought for a while, and said, "That means they are not strong enough, and their luck is not good."

"And luck...presumably it is also part of strength."

……

Time passed by, and the noise in the examination room gradually weakened, replaced by bewildered faces.

Many people have finished cooking, but they dare not serve it.

The shackles set by Wang Zirong were truly terrifying. Just now, there were a few pretentious monks who presented their masterpieces, but they were indifferently kicked out by the examiner.

"No, not at all."

"It's so unpalatable, I can't swallow it at all."

"With only this ability, are you worthy of being in charge of a Lingchu restaurant?"

"..."

The examiners are all powerful monks, and they are used to the same thing, and they don't have much intention of defending these candidates. The older examiners are better, and the other two can even be called vicious tongues. When he returned, his pale face turned into ashes and dissipated.

What the hell is going on?

At the beginning, the candidates were still waiting for the examiner to take the initiative to break the shackles. After all, only one person passed the exam, which didn't sound like a big deal.But after a while, they found that the examiner Shi Shiran was sitting on the high platform, showing no signs of worry at all——

Only then did the examinees realize with horror that the number of people who pass an exam has no effect on the examiner at all!

How many people, how few people?

But for many people in the audience, this is the key to success or failure in the future!

Candidates all hesitated.

Even Liu Shi, after finishing his shabu-shabu, dared not go forward. Seeing the prepared seasoning thicken and cool, he could only discard it with heartache, and start the stove again...

The only happy person in the audience was probably Wang Zirong. Taking advantage of the spirit chef's assessment, she extended an invitation to several failed monks.

Although those few people are not as good as Wang Zirong, they are also high-level culinary talents. If they all join the Guanghuazhai of the Wang family, they will definitely help the Wang family create many new dishes in the future.

The girl in the blue skirt stood under the high platform, with a pure and innocent smile on her lips, and looked at all the candidates with full eyes. Although she didn't mean to threaten, she seemed to be the fourth "examiner" in the audience.

Continue like this……

Countless people are wailing in their hearts, it will be over if this continues!