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Volume 2 Cooking Skills Chapter 288 Rookie Competition, Rookie King

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    Then an indescribable delicious taste hit him, and his teeth were used as trampolines by some bouncing gadgets, as if a group of lively shrimps swam into his mouth.  Some hard gadgets in the middle are like pebbles on a shallow beach. A slight sip fills the mouth with the aroma of nuts. His mouth is like a shallow sea. It has a wonderful taste.  Jean suddenly realized the true meaning of food, which is not to devour all the food in front of you, but to taste it as slowly as possible. The taste of each bite is so wonderful that people can't wait to stop time.  Others had the same idea as him, and for a while, the eating speed in the room slowed down.  Jerrod's face turned gloomy. Damn it, does it take ten minutes to eat a round pie the size of a palm? His top-notch pizza that was just out of the pan was already cold. Finally, the guests finished tasting the shrimp pie, and the chefs had already  Mouthwash is prepared for every guest, which is an international practice.  Suman smiled lightly. The smell of Sichuan peppercorns cannot be washed away with a mouthwash.  After finishing the Oriental pie, Jean picked up the small piece of pizza on the plate with unsatisfied taste. Compared with the pie he just held with his two hands, this pizza was too small.  The pizza inside was turned over.  When you take a bite, the rich aroma of cheese comes to your face, mixed with the light sourness of tomatoes, but the tip of your tongue seems to be covered with a layer of gauze, and it always lacks a sense of pleasure when you eat it.  After taking two hasty bites, Rang pushed the porcelain plate forward in disgust, picked up a fork and tapped the empty pie plate. He looked at Suman with his reddish-brown eyes: "I want more!"  Not to be outdone, Andrew shouted: "M". The other young people did not speak, but silently raised the plates.  Suman was overjoyed. The performance of the guests was more powerful than any language. What more popular advertising slogan could there be? And other invited guests looked at Earl Andrew cautiously. Earl  There was no expression on his rigorous face. He looked at his personal chef and said, "Jerrod, you did a good job." Jerrod immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Earl Andrew was on his side, and that  Only the Earl is the one who obeys the orders of all the guests. In this way, everyone just gets an equal share.  His face had just turned cloudy, and Earl Andrew spoke again: "However, the pie made by 8 is still a little worse." Before he finished speaking, the experienced politician and handsome football star, with a smile on his face,  They all raised their empty plates and looked at Suman. The reserved movie star carefully pushed the plate forward.  A great victory! Suman was almost knocked down by ecstasy. She said with a bright smile: "Okay, I'm going to make new pies. Fortunately, I just made a lot of fillings, and I should be able to make a lot of them." Rang stood up,  He tensed his jaw and stood next to Suman, staring closely at the fillings in the pot: "How many o" "What o" Suman glanced at him in confusion.  Jean repeated impatiently: "How many more o's can we make?" Suman understood immediately and calculated it, "It's no problem to do twenty." Jean's mental arithmetic was very fast, and the divisor and dividend were slightly converted,  He raised his head and looked at Little Andrew dissatisfied. Little Andrew glanced behind him with a playful smile. The sensible guests immediately stood up and left one after another. In a blink of an eye, only Little Andrew's friends were left in the kitchen.  ??Jerrod stood in front of the square table, his handsome face alternated between blue and white. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood next to Suman, with a gloomy face, waiting for the new pie to come out of the pan.  Suman was very quick, wrapping and frying at the same time. One pot could bake three pies at the same time. In a moment, with the sound of oil sizzling, the aroma filled the kitchen again.  Jean quietly guarded her other side, holding her own plate, and fiercely guarding her territory.  Soon, another pot of pies came out. Suman hurriedly put one on the plate that was given to him, and then picked up another and gave it to Jerrod.  The Italian chef ignored the burning and immediately took a bite. His brows tightened at first, and his mouth opened wide because of the burning. Then, as he chewed, his eyes widened, and in a blink of an eye, a piece of shrimp meat appeared.  He ate all the pie.  Jerod was immediately pushed aside by little Andrew. At the same time, Jean, who had finished eating the pie, rushed forward again with a plate. Several other people suddenly shouted dissatisfied: "Damn Jean, you've already eaten two." "Little  Andrew, don¡¯t think that this is your house, so I don¡¯t dare to do anything.¡± During the commotion, Suman raised his eyebrows and turned on another stove with his backhand. In the shocked eyes of everyone, he put his hands down and operated them quickly at the same time.  Two stoves, six cakes. Little Andrew's eyes were round and bright, and Gerald murmured: "Is this the true strength of Oriental chefs? "No one noticed that Earl Andrew had quietly left at some point. Suman really underestimated the appetite of these hungry wolves. Twenty pies didn't even make a whirlpool.  She fell into the bottomless abyss. She had to add ingredients again. This time, she made fried potato shreds rolled in oil cakes. The oil cakes were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. They were 20 centimeters in diameter and golden in color. The potatoes should not be cut too finely and they should be eaten in one bite.  The next step is to have a smooth texture, add green and red chili peppers, and roll it with pancakes. It¡¯s so fragrant when you take a bite. I also cooked a big pot of hot and sour soup and mixed it up. The men who ate it were all sweating and their shirts were on.  Two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his strong chest. Jerod quietly joined in. Compared with the group of men who were sweating profusely while eating, he ate in a gentle manner, but frowned from time to time. It was obvious that Italian food and  Oriental delicacies, which one is strong and which one is weak, are still at war in his mind. When the gluttonous feast finally came to an end, and the men fell back on their chairs one by one, feeling satisfied, Earl Andrew leaned on the civilized staff.  , the sound of footsteps came regularly. Everyone turned to look. Count Andrew stood at the door of the restaurant with his chest raised and his chin slightly raised. He said to Suman: "NI68, since you are in a formal cooking competition,  After defeating Chef Jerrod, I, on behalf of the jury of the World Chefs Congress, invite you to participate in this year's Food Conference." Suman's eyes suddenly widened. At the Food Conference, she stared blankly at Count Andrew walking step by step with the stick of civilization.  He walked up to him, and spread out his thin and powerful left hand. In the palm of his hand were two red invitations. The invitations were well made and different from the ones given to Su Hang. This one was written in French. Fortunately for Suman.  She studied French cuisine with Old El and also learned a few French words. She vaguely recognized the words "World Culinary Conference", but could not recognize the other words. Her hands trembled slightly as she flicked the invitation.  However, I didn¡¯t expect that what I had so carefully detained could be obtained so easily today. After a long while, Suman took a long breath, took down the invitation card on top, and looked at the lower one, but couldn¡¯t help but be startled.  The two invitations looked exactly the same, at least from the outside. Count Andrew always paid attention to her face. Seeing her confusion, he took the initiative to explain: "This is an invitation from Jerrod. You win."  If you kill him, he will lose the qualification to fight.  "Suman was startled, and subconsciously looked at Jerod. The latter's face was ashen, his lips were pursed tightly, and his eyes seemed to be burning as he looked at her. Earl Andrew said softly: "Don't worry, Jerod will be replaced.  A new invitation, he just lost the right to compete in the rookie game.  " Suman turned his head and looked at Earl Andrew again: "Rookie game?  ¡± Earl Andrew nodded: ¡°In every competition, we will select one hundred young chefs under the age of 2 from all over the world to participate in the rookie competition. The winner will become the rookie king of this conference.  " After a pause, he added: "The red invitation is the invitation for the rookie competition.  ¡± Earl Andrew¡¯s eyes fell on the red invitation, ¡°Are you surprised that the invitation is only in French?  " Suman nodded immediately. Under normal circumstances, this kind of grand event with the word "world" in it is often written in multiple languages. Earl Andrew's eyes were deep: "As long as you become the new king, your mother tongue will become the winner of the next conference.  "Official text on the invitation" Suman was startled. She didn't expect that the World Food Conference would pull out such a stunt. So, the new king in the previous world is a French chef. She noticed that Count Andrew looked sad.  It soon became clear that Jerrod must have had high hopes from this old gentleman. Who wouldn¡¯t want the title of King of Food to fall to his own country? Jerrod finally couldn¡¯t help but shouted: ¡°Even if I¡¯m like this  After losing for the first time, Italian food is still the most delicious food in the world." Suman looked back in surprise. Gerald had a straight face, raised his chin proudly, and looked menacing, like a barbarian who had picked up a war spear, and  Count Andrew actually looked a bit like him. Suman suddenly smiled and returned the second invitation to Count Andrew: "Please return this invitation to Mr. Gerald."  Let's go." She waved the remaining invitation card again: "I have this one, that's enough." Jerod's mouth suddenly closed, with a very contradictory expression on his face. He wanted it, but couldn't bear it.  Come on, doesn¡¯t the Oriental chef in front of you seem so annoying? Suman raised his head and looked at Jerrod. The smile on his face was like the warm sunshine of early spring, so bright that it was hard to look directly at him: "Like you, I also  We insist that our Chinese food is the most delicious in the world.  " "I can make you lose once, and I can make you lose a second time.  "Suman smiled and deliberately slowed down his speech., a Tao without any trace of human fireworks.
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