But the charming and intoxicating and slightly choking aroma of spicy oil when the red oil came out stunned Lao Wang. This fragrance is OK! The balance is just right, Jingxuan frowned and looked at Ye Cang. He was really a strong enemy. This red oil is the sharpener of the peerless magic weapon. How would he use it?

Ye Cang did not extract as tediously. He cut the manor's garlic and cucumber, and the violent chicken breast meat were cooked and shredded, put it in the cool noodles, drizzled with red oil, added a little Tianxin stamen plant salt, Lao Li's Yiweixuan secret soy sauce, and Lao Wang's home-made vinegar, became the first chef to serve. He inserted his backhand into the chopping board like a flash, took off the black turban on his head, shook his hair like a bath, and said coolly, "Everyone, please use it slowly."

Wow, he really acted, everyone in the studio.

Seeing such normal food, Chi Mei couldn't react a little. She took out her chopsticks and mixed them with her hands. She put the noodles to her mouth with a complicated expression, and her expression was a little painful and struggling. This thing wouldn't look like it could be eaten, but it would lose half of her life if she ate it! But the tempting fragrance still made her put it in her mouth and ate it hard. The complex aroma of red oil repeatedly impacted the taste buds. The garlic aroma was just right and attacked the red oil. Her plain tongue was awakened like a slap in the face of the powerful fish noodles and garlic red oil, and pulled her tongue high! Is this what he did!?

Lin Liang picked up a chopstick, and it turned out to be like this. The whetstone of red oil turned into a magic weapon. He polished a mortal weapon into a magic weapon. Noodles also have to be said to the hands of the little brother Bai. The red case and the white case are unparalleled in the world. In a short time, he could knead the noodles so smoothly. The skill of this noodles alone is unique. This bowl of cold noodles, which is the most ordinary, probably made all the chefs feel extremely pressured. The pressure on them is quite heavy.

Bingyun was also intoxicated and frightened in Ye Cang's cold chicken silk noodles made by the Red Oil Method of the Retreatment. He turned his head and watched the battle between the Five Schools compare with the pottery. That, is it really good for us to do this?

Ye Cang looked at his eyes incredibly, silently took out his notebook, trembling a little. This was his first dish to receive unanimous praise. He silently recorded the ingredients and proportions, marked them (summary-level chicken shredded cold noodles technical summary). XV was also conquered by this bowl of cold noodles, but looked at Ye Cang's familiar biochemical book and murmured, "That is probably the only recipe that can be eaten in the boss's book..."

Xiao Yetian even felt tears of emotion. This was happier than the profit of hundreds of billions of yuan. When he thought about the various trials of his father twisting his collar and dragging his collar into the biochemical room, his efforts were not in vain and valuable, but when he thought of the sauce jars in the biochemical room, his face turned pale again...

Mr. Li picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, shook his head, "I've misunderstood my eyes. The value of this red oil is enough to rule the cold dishes. It's better than the red oil in Sixiang and a bowl of red oil in terms of color, fragrance and deliciousness. There are huge differences. After the taste is in the mouth, the layers of the taste are so deep. The spices do not hurt each other. You should know that the reaction after too many spices is very troublesome. It is not as simple as one plus one to combine to create a new flavor, but in this red oil, I only taste the good taste.

There is no bad taste. Although the spices will produce fragrance, they will also produce bad taste. They make people feel a little depressed. Often after a few bites, this almost perfectly produces a fragrance chain that eliminates the bad taste through the high temperature of the oil, tightly wraps the structure of the good taste. In addition, the thirty kinds of peppers also balance a nearly perfect structure of spicy and color. He is very clever to overheat the peppers, half of which has a slightly paste of the knife-edge chili, and half has the already excellent spicy and good stuff."

"There is also this noodles, this is real kung fu..." Master Zhang nodded and picked up the strong noodles, and then sorted out the side dishes inside. "There is also this cucumber, which perfectly neutralizes the oil in this bowl. The fragrance is accompanied by the red oil, and the vivid fragrance is added to the fragrance."

"It's true that I have the vision and know the goods. I've watched you perform..." Ye Cang leaned against the chair and smiled slightly. The master's temperament suddenly became apparent, and he almost touched a cigarette and lit it in the clouds.

Tsaimei laughed and scolded in a low voice, "Will you die if you don't pretend to be X?"

Mr. Li narrowed his eyes slightly. His characteristic is that the dishes are as fast as lightning. All the processes from kneading to the subsequent ones are completed in less than 10 minutes. This speed alone kills all the chefs without hesitation at all. Although the most important thing for the chef is that the speed is irrelevant, the pressure on this momentum is quite large. Moreover, the finished product is really comparable to his speed. After all, he is the owner of Cangtianle Manor. He has an idea when he looks at the tofu in the water.

Cao Cao took out the lucky bag from the lattice cooked in Guandong and tasted it, looking at the chefs who used various methods, "They are arguing..."

"This is interesting, what a shining scene..." Lin Liang was amazed at the skillful craftsmanship, and his eyes came to Sun Meiqin. She was using the baking method to dry mushrooms and fruits to make fruit tea? No, not just that, but she would be completely out of touch with these masters and could not keep up with them. Looking at Sun Meiqin's confident eyebrows, it seemed that she was over-thinking.

Jingxuan looked at the flowers he carefully planted, selected daylily, jade radish, and potatoes from the ingredients of the manor, and took out the knife skills of carving swords and flowing water from Ye Cang. Lao Li's speed is different, but contains an indescribable rhythm, neither fast nor slow, and the exquisite decorations are extremely exquisite under the slow pace. Lotus leaves are used as umbrellas and potatoes and radish are used as humans to build a world, and then used the vegetarian soup that he was best at, lilies and roses are used as a small sea of ​​flowers, white jade bamboo shoots are used as lotus flowers, take out Buddhist beads, take one and throw them into the "pool". The green color of the Buddhist beads rippled with the clear soup, and everything seemed to come alive.

"This is the real thing. The Buddhist beads are made with one less. The treasure he spent thirty years to make will melt when it enters the water. As for how it is made, I don't know." Mr. Li said, looking at the Buddhist beads that Jingxuan threw down.

"Repeatedly refining and refining, the essence of flowers and trees has fallen from spring to autumn. I know a little about it. This craft is the secret of their family, and it has been spent a lot of money." Mr. Zhang and Jingxuan's grandfather were old friends.
Chapter completed!