When Xu Zimeng’s work was presented, everyone was stunned. Hey, what is this?

The judge from mainland China smiled and said, "Haha, cross-bridge rice noodles!"

I saw that three containers were placed in front of each judge, a small casserole containing soup; a bowl containing snow-white rice noodles; a tray with a small plate of auxiliary ingredients in it, which could almost be about ten plates, which looked very lively.

The other two Xiangjiang judges also realized that this was the cross-bridge rice noodles in Yunzhou.

I have eaten with the judges once every day, but it doesn’t seem to be so authentic.

The French judges have heard of it and seen it, but have never eaten it.

Xu Zimeng was about to explain how to eat it for them, but the judge from mainland China had taken the initiative to help two foreigners put various ingredients and rice noodles into the soup.

When the hot soup encounters food and ingredients, it immediately smells fresh.

All five judges nodded slightly.

This "color fragrance" of color and fragrance has already existed.

The most important thing about crossing the bridge rice noodles is the soup base. Xu Zimeng's soup base is as clear as a spring and very beautiful.

Put rice noodles and auxiliary ingredients, and the aroma rises, like a warm wind blew in the field.

The mainland judges of China are naturally happy to see Chinese food appear on the field, and even took the initiative to explain the legend about "cross-bridge rice noodles" to other judges:

The bridge rice noodles have a history of more than a hundred years. According to legend, there was a small island in the middle of the lake outside Mengzi City, Yunzhou in the Qing Dynasty. A scholar came to study on the island. The virtuous and hardworking wife often made the rice noodles he liked to send them for him to breakfast and dinner, but when she came to the island from home, the rice noodles were no longer hot.

When I accidentally gave chicken soup, the scholar's wife found that the thick layer of chicken oil covered with chicken soup was like a pot lid, which could keep the soup warm. If you put the seasonings and rice noodles in it, it would be more refreshing.

So she first added fat chicken, zizi bone and other cooked clear soup, and covered it with thick chicken oil; the rice noodles were watered at home, and various ingredients were cut into thin slices and thin strips to the island and then blanched them with hot soup. Then add the rice noodles, which was fresh and fragrant and smooth.

Later, when scholars were in high school, this method was immediately spread and people followed suit. Because they had to cross a bridge to go to the island, later generations called this rice noodle "cross-bridge rice noodle".

The judges suddenly realized and began to taste.

After eating, complex changes appeared on my face, including joy, intoxication, and careful consideration.

One of the Xiangjiang judges tried to describe their feelings: "I really want to see a mountain."

Another judge of Xiangjiang said: "Well, I feel like I am in an alpine meadow, with continuous mountains and clouds in the sky in the distance, wind passing through the wilderness, cattle and sheep eating leisurely grass nearby, there are farmhouse wooden houses, and chickens, ducks and geese in the yard of wooden houses..."

The judge of Riwa said: "If Master Sanada's noodles are the sea, then Master Xu's noodles... Well, rice noodles are the mountains, this is a duel between mountains and sea..."

After saying that, he coughed twice because he suddenly realized that the final was not a final of two people. He missed two other masters. Their works were also very good, but in comparison...

I can only say that the latter is obviously a bit fading in this duel between noodle soup, noodles and fried noodles.

The French judges also praised: "The taste of this bowl of dishes is very layered and not too conflicting, which makes me feel a lot of complicated feelings, but I can be sure that most of the feelings are pleasant and comfortable."

The judges from mainland China said: "Let me describe my feelings too... After eating this bowl of rice noodles, I felt like I had turned into a little girl picking mushrooms and walked into a dense primeval forest.

"It has just rained in this forest, exuding a fresh mountain and wild atmosphere. Various wild mushrooms have also grown. On the hillside, among the woods, in the bushes, and beside the stream, you can find the nests, clumps, and pieces of mushrooms of different kinds and flavors. The excitement is indescribable.

"It can be said that the taste of the mountain has been fully interpreted by Master Xu.

"Just now, I gave Master Sanada four words "integrated", so now I want to give Master Xu four words - "integrated".

"Master Xu, can you please tell me how your bowl of 'cross-bridge rice noodles' was made?"

The host handed over the microphone and Xu Zimeng's body trembled slightly nervously. She was really not good at dealing with this kind of scene.

But some things have to be faced.

She looked at a corner of the audience and saw Luo Chen smiling at her.

With him here, I felt at peace.

She took a deep breath, then raised the microphone and said, "Dear judge, my work today is called "Yunyin Crossing Rice Noodles". The reason for this name is that most of the ingredients in this bowl of rice noodles come from Yunyin Farm.

"First of all, I made the rice noodles with the 'Yun Rice' from Yunyin Farm. It is produced from the five acres of rice fields next to the mountainside spring waterfall. The rice grown by ancient methods is of excellent quality, rich rice fragrance and moderate softness.

"I also use a large number of farm products to make soup bases, including chicken, duck, goose, beef bones, sheep bones, farmhouse homemade ham, and a large number of edible wild mushrooms, such as matsutake, truffle, chicken mushroom, boletus, greenhead fungus, chanterelles, morels, monkey head fungus, bamboo fungus, etc., and cook them in batches.

"The other side dishes are the farm's cloud dishes, including cabbage, tomato, leek, bean sprouts, coriander, green onion, etc.

“These ingredients are top-notch quality, and I didn’t do the most extra thing, just blend their flavors into balance and try to keep them in their original form.”

Hearing this, the judges nodded and said yes. They had already had a little stomach full after eating the first three works, but in the face of such delicious and smooth rice noodles, they still couldn't help but eat the soup and the residue.

Cai Yue sighed inwardly, and turned around and asked Xu Zimeng to make this bowl of "cross-bridge rice noodles" again for himself to taste it.

When rating, the Japanese judges and a Xiangjiang judge were very confused and seemed to be making very difficult choices.

After statistics and justice, it was finally time to announce the score and rankings, and everyone was waiting for it.

Shi Zhenxiang stared at Sanada Juro. Although Xu Zimoe received unanimous praise from the judges just now, he still believed that Sanada Juro would not lose.

Most viewers also think that Xu Zimeng's performance today is very outstanding, and she is already very unexpected. She should be able to make it to the runner-up, but if she wants to win the championship, she is still a few years away from her qualifications, right?

“The player score is now announced – Octavio, 9.85 points!

"Galava, 9.82 points!"

A smile appeared on the face of the Yidali player, which showed that he would at least keep the top three and would not be at the bottom.

Galava's complexion was dim and her black skin looked even darker.

"Xu Zimeng, 9.93 points!"

There was a commotion in the field.

What a high score, is it really the runner-up?

Just because of a runner-up, the little girl has become famous. She can get a high salary when she goes to a high-end restaurant, and can also have a good source of customers when she opens her own store, saving millions of advertising fees...

"Sana Juro, 9.91 points!"

Hearing the last score, the audience was silent and then an uproar was immediately extinguished.

Unexpectedly, Sanada Juro actually failed, and the three-star Michelin chef lost to an unknown little girl from a farm in Southwest China!

It was Xu Zimeng who won the championship!

Some changes appeared on Sanada Juro's cold face, some were surprised and puzzled, was he too careless or was he really not as skilled as others?

Xu Zimeng looked confused. She only knew how to focus on cooking, and she never thought that she would get the highest score and win the championship.

At this time, a shout came from the audience: "Zi Meng, it's a good thing!"

Xu Zimeng's eyes turned, and saw that He Zhixiong stood up and shouted with his mouth together. Luo Chen pulled him back to his original position. He looked very funny, which made her laugh. Just so happened that the camera was aimed at her, and a close-up of her smiling face appeared on the big screen, as beautiful as a cloud and morning light.

Sanada Juro walked up to Xu Zimeng and said in a stiff and awkward Chinese language: "Please...let me... taste your dishes."

Facing the other party's sincere eyes, Xu Zimeng turned back to the cooking table and made a bowl of "Yunyin Crossing the Bridge Rice Noodles" with the remaining soup base, rice noodles and ingredients for Sanada Juro to taste.

Sanada Juro smelled it first and then tasted it. He picked up one end of the rice noodles with chopsticks, gently sucked it into his mouth along the edge of the casserole, making a "silly" sound, smooth, soft and glutinous, without losing elasticity and toughness, fresh and gentle, the stomach and intestines are activated, the pulse is accelerated, the whole body is hot, and the pleasure of food arises naturally.

After taking another sip of the soup, the scene in front of me changed. I was on the high hill. The continuous green mountains were hundreds of miles long, towering like barriers. The green mountains penetrated the sky, the white clouds were covered with vast sky, and the sea of ​​trees was vast. The cool breeze blew up and blew his hair and his clothes were fluttering, as if he was transcendent to the world. He looked up at the sky and the earth, and his heart became extremely open.

Sanada Juro put down his chopsticks, sighed, and bowed to Xu Zimeng and said, "Master Xu, I lost. I am too obsessed with the victory or defeat and accidentally put utilitarianism into my own cuisine. And you are focused on the cooking without utilitarianism. All you have to do is to present the taste of the ingredients faithfully and perfectly on everyone's tongue, and then reach the tip of your heart from the tip of your tongue... This time, I am convinced, but if there is a next competition, I will put away my utilitarianism and will never lose to you again!"

After such a long sentence, Sanada Juro could only use his native Japanese language to speak. Xu Zimeng didn't understand it at all, but was frightened by his serious bow and waved his hands to get up.

The host handed the microphone to the translator and asked him to translate Sanada Juro's words.

The translator tried to translate Japanese into Chinese according to Sanada's original intention. Everyone was moved when they heard this. What kind of cooking was not only the highest score in the whole game, but also the recognition and admiration of competitors. This little chef is not simple!

Shi Zhenxiang almost jumped out of his seat. If he hadn't been pulled to death by the man in the baseball cap next to him, he would have rushed up and pointed at Sanada Juro's nose and cursed!

I have invested so much in you and had so much expectations for you. You actually lost like this?! It doesn’t count if I lose, but I also help my opponent “carry the sedan chair”. What kind of mutual appreciation do you think? Is it because you are Sanada Juro’s brain or you have nothing to do if you are full?!

Shi Zhenxiang's full expectation fell in the empty space, and his intestines turned blue, so angry that he was almost exploding...
Chapter completed!