Once a person forms a habitual mindset, he will habitually think about problems according to the fixed mindset. He will not want to change directions and think about problems from a different angle. This is a stubborn "hard-treated disease" for many people...

--"Habitual Thinking"

Zhang Tou gave in and the remaining master looked at each other, wondering what to do: Compare, according to this person's current performance, you really can't tell the depth. What should I do if I go in and smash my name? No, I'm not showing my timidity! The prince can't get over his face!

Just when they were in a dilemma, Liu Xi came out to propose: "How about this - if the chef cooks well, he must first have a good tongue. When he reaches the highest level of cooking, he can use one ingredient to mix all kinds of flavors and use ingredients that are not close to the boundaries to make the taste they want. Since that's the case, we will let these masters make dishes from other dishes, and then let Sanfan taste them, so that he can tell who made them. Why? And what are the ingredients! I know that several masters have some tricks, and the dishes they make may refer to deer as horses!"

When the chefs heard it, they said: Not bad! This is a difficult problem for any chef. Not only does it have a sensitive sense of taste, but it also needs to be well informed and understand the characteristics of the dishes and their original flavors. Otherwise, it is really difficult to tell the difference between the dishes made by both masters! He then agreed.

Sanfan looked at Liu Xi and knew that he had made the "Eight Immortals Gathering" for him last time, which made him realize his "broadcast". At this time, this proposal was to establish himself in front of everyone and make it work once and for all. However, he didn't know how difficult the competition was - even if the dishes he cooked were, at different times, the ingredients were different... and other factors, as long as they were, they could become variables. Besides, these chefs worked together for many years, and it was easy to imitate others' techniques.

Sanfan smiled bitterly in his heart: "Leave it to fate!" He also nodded calmly.

So, the eight chefs entered the kitchen and muttered for a long time before they decided on the dishes they wanted to imitate. Then they naturally became familiar with each other and showed their skills...

After a moment, two dishes were served, but two dishes of seafood: braised conch from Shandong cuisine and Tai Chi shrimp from Fujian cuisine.

Sanfan was as cautious as he was facing a great enemy: Shandong cuisine is good at cooking seafood, and the main ingredients of Fujian cuisine are inseparable from the word "sea". He tasted it carefully and finally made a decision: "This braised conch is a Sichuan-style technique. Although it is also characterized by the characteristics of Shandong cuisine - a strong taste, the Sichuan-style chef has always paid attention to the taste habit, so the master only cares about the taste, but it covers up the word "fresh" that the seafood is the most important thing!"

"As for this Tai Chi shrimp as I expected, it should be cooked by a Cantonese chef. Guangdong and Fujian are adjacent to each other, and there are naturally similarities in the treatment, but this dish has a little more refreshing and less salty fragrance. Although it is a slightest mistake, it has become a fatal difference. The master's treatment has only been eight points successful, and he is too impressed by his own impression!"

Sanfan saw the two recognized masters bowing their heads in shame, and did not want to offend others, so he changed his mind: "But there is a rule in the kitchen that 'eats all over the world'. It is mainly because the two masters are too influenced by themselves!"

Next, Sanfan tasted the famous Sichuan dish - fish-flavored shredded pork. After picking up a chopstick, Sanfan, who was still a little nervous, laughed out loud: "Haha! It seems that I am not the only one who is nervous - this dish was made by the Lu cuisine master as expected!" He smiled and said, "This dish is orange-red, tender in meat, fresh and delicious. The master has already understood the three flavors of this dish in his treatment! Unfortunately, the master was too nervous and actually forgot to add chili, which made the most important taste of this dish - sweet and sour, slightly spicy and forgotten."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be amused by the sloppy chef, and the sloppy boy was slapping his head in a frustration, holding two soaked red peppers in one hand...

Sanfan walked to the Hunan cuisine "Bingtang Xianglian" again, and Liu Xi couldn't help but scream: "The last time you made this dish..."

Sanfan took a sip and said to Liu Xi: "You can try it too, see how it tastes?"

Liu Xiqi came up to taste it, closed his eyes and tasted it: "The same taste! Hey! It seems that there is something different?"

Sanfan continued: "Of course it's a bit different! Rock sugar is fresh and the heat is just right! This Anhui chef's kung fu is perfect here, and it is very suitable for the taste of this dish!"

After hearing Sanfan's comment, the Wancai chef who was supposed to be ashamed of being recognized was not depressed at this time, but instead felt a little satisfied...

"This Cantonese 'Winter Melon Cup' is Huaiyang's work! The original flavor of the ingredients is basically completely maintained, and the food is even better than the original flavor."

The handsome Master Huaiyang smiled and said nothing as his default...

The remaining three dishes were all served at once: dried shredded chicken soup in Huaiyang cuisine, West Lake vinegar fish in Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine, and Fuliji roasted chicken in Anhui cuisine. Sanfan tasted two bites each, looked at the three possible masters, and frowned...

But the eight masters smiled, as if they were sure to win...

After a while, Sanfan kept picking up dishes and tasting them, and almost all the dishes were swept away by him. The onlookers also began to talk, and slowly began to guess the words:

"You said, which dish was made by which chef?"

"It's hard to guess! Didn't you see that Chef Wang, who had passed the hurdles and was so powerful that he was dead?"

"Well! What are you guessing? Anyway, there will be no other three people left!"

These words came into Sanfan's ears, and a light flashed through Sanfan's mind: What? It seems to be about to catch it... Sanfan thought about it carefully, slowly stretched his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his face again: "A few of you are so suspicious about the military strategy! I almost fell into it - these three dishes are so authentic, I am afraid that they can't make it without being immersed in it all year round, right? These three dishes are still masterpieces of Master Huaiyang, West Lake vinegar fish is made by Master Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Fuliji roast chicken is also made by Master Anhui. The Fujian cuisine and Master Hunan cuisine were just standing there, which made me inertially think that they made the last two dishes." He turned his head and looked at Liu Zhao: "If I guessed well, it must be the prince's trick!"

Liu Zhaomu had a face and did not comment.

Sanfan looked at the at a loss of time and smiled, "It seems like I have won...you, you, you...only three of you today, go in and work! Look at what you delayed, and the menu has been saved so much!" Sanfan stopped talking, and he moved the three chefs into the kitchen like driving a duck, with a look of shaving a slim face on his face...

The audience around them watched this dramatic scene and looked at each other:

"Why did he win?"

"The prince didn't say anything!"

"Well, that's the case! Stupid! Stupid!"

At this time, Liu Zhao's face was not depressed, but still faint. He said to Liu Xi beside him: "I really envy you..." He walked away with the chef who was not pulled away by "Zhou Pai" and left behind Liu Xi in a daze: "What are you saying? It's all so sensual..."
Chapter completed!