"I can finally taste Sister Moe's skills!" Song Xuyang didn't even care about putting the wine glass on the table. He couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of prawn and put it into his mouth.

Song Seyang couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he was savoring the aged wine, but because of his comfortable humming, he didn't seem so elegant again.

Even the most severe Dorothy now has no time to accuse Song Seyang of his misconduct. All the judges were concentrating on tasting Sister Moe’s dry stir-frying Tom Yum.

They all ate very slowly, and seemed to want to taste as much as possible.

More than ten minutes later, Fat John was the first to finish eating, put down the disc and chopsticks, and applauded vigorously.

No one cooperated with him, and the other judges were still serious and appropriate.

Fat John stood up, cleared his throat, and said to the microphone:

“At this moment, I have never been as sure as I am now, what a correct decision to accept the invitation from the organizer of the Street Fighter Contest to be a judge!

"Just being able to eat this dish from Sister Mole again is worth it!

"When I first ate the fried Tom Yum in Bangkok, Sister Moe was already sixty years old, but she was still strong and her muscular arms were covered with blue veins. She could easily lift a heavy iron pot with one hand, which was stronger and more agile than most young people!

"Now, more than ten years have passed, her cooking skills have not declined at all. Her arms have not shriveled like ordinary old people. She can still direct all kitchen utensils like her arms. Her eyes are still as serious as she used to face the cooking.

"It is such a great chef who can become a representative figure of Chinese cuisine!"

Fat John did not mention the taste of dry fried Tom Yum throughout the article, but the implication was very obvious. Sister Moe, who was in her seventies, still made the Thai cuisine as delicious as she was when she was sixty, which made the audience who had already drooled and ate a lot of Walton burgers couldn't help but applaud him with him.

Sister Moe stood calmly in the applause, took off her goggles, and had a faint confident smile on her face.

"Although I have always liked to sing against you because of the name, I have to disagree with you this time." Skinny John also put down his chopsticks with satisfaction. "The spicy taste of bird's eye pepper, the mellow and salty fish sauce, and the fresh and sour taste of lime were all fried into the shrimp and squid by Sister Moe. The flavors of various spices merged and merged into this perfect dish."

"A trinity of sour, spicy and salty." Dorothy wiped his mouth gracefully with a printed handkerchief, giving a very high evaluation in a concise and concise manner.

"I'm so happy to be able to eat such delicious food, but I'm a little disappointed. I don't know when I will be able to eat the same level of delicacies next time." Millie said with some regret while satisfied.

"Hahaha, don't worry, at least the burgers made by Lanlan Road players also have the same rich delicacies." Fat John smiled.

"Tsk, I don't agree with you." Song Seyang condemned.

"Oh? Brother, do you mean that Lan Lanlu's cooking skills are not as good as Sister Molei? Even though he hadn't put all his strength in the burger yesterday, as the champion of last year, it should still be worth looking forward to." Millie said curiously.

"No, no, I mean, the other player's dishes in this game have not tasted it yet, why are you looking forward to the next game?" Song Xuyang picked up the wine glass again and said staggeringly.

"You said to Player Xian Hao?" Millie raised her eyebrows, "I admit that he is indeed very good among the younger generation of chefs, but as far as the egg cakes I ate yesterday is just the level of a good starter in a high-end restaurant. Compared with the world's top chefs like Lan Lan Lu and Sister Moe, the gap is still very obvious."

"Then do you know what dish he is cooking now?" Song Seyang asked.

Millie turned to Hao Xian's direction and stared at him for a while.

At this time, Hao Xian was holding a huge rolling pin and using his strength to roll back and forth the fish dough that was cut back and forth.

"He seemed to want to make floured fish into dough, and shrimp and pork were prepared next to him, so he planned to make dumplings with fish as skin and pork as filling, right?"

Although Millie didn't know that there was a fish skin horn dish in Chinese, she still guessed it based on her understanding of cooking.

"Yes, the dish he wants to cook is called fish skin horn."

Song Juyang briefly introduced the fish skin horns. Since we have already described it in detail in Chapter 8 of this book, we will not repeat it here (number of water words).

"From your description, this dish seems to be mainly to highlight the taste of dace. The shrimp meat filling is just to set off the delicious fish meat. This seems to be off topic, right?" Fat John frowned.

"Yes, it's a bit off topic." Song Xuyang said cheerfully.

"Since that's the case, isn't it equivalent to the winner being decided?" I was puzzled.

The oldest Dorothy did not express her opinion, but watched Hao Xian's movements concentratingly and fell into deep thought.

Skinny John also pondered for a moment and said, "It's interesting... I don't hesitate to make this dish, do you have to make it? I'm a little looking forward to it."

Song Juyang nodded, and his eyes were bright and bright: "Yes, Hao Xian can make it to the semi-finals. I believe he will not make such a mistake in reviewing the question. If that is the case, it means that this fish skin horn is a work he did not hesitate to take the title and wanted to serve it for us to taste. It must be delicious!"

Fat John smiled and said nothing.

Sister Moe’s dry fried Tomyoji is done very quickly, while Hao Xian spent a lot of effort on the fish skin corners. After all, he still needs to start with the dough.

Therefore, when he cooked the fish soup and opened the lid, the referees no longer felt full after eating Sister Moe’s cooking.

Then, they smelled a scent of smell, pouring into their noses like a carp leaping over a dragon gate!

The greedy man moved.

Hao Xian carefully poured the wrapped fish skin corners into the fish soup and began the final step.

Under the attention of all the audiences in the entire arena, a white fish skin horn finally floated from the soup noodles, and then one fish skin horn after another rushed out of the water!

Share the plate!

Hao Xian took six bowls of five small and one large, put the corners of the fish skin into it, poured them into steaming fish soup, and then handed the five small bowls to the staff. He took the biggest night and walked towards Zhen Tian, ​​who was about to leave the stage.

Except for Dorothy's calm expression, the other judges couldn't help but thrust.

Someone in the audience started to cheer or whistle loudly. They obviously thought Hao Xian was pursuing Zhen Tian, ​​and only Hao Xin was gritting his teeth.

"Hey... I want me to eat again?" Zhen Tian was also a little confused.

Hao Xian smiled and nodded: "Fengcheng fish skin corner, please enjoy!"

"...Thank you." Zhen Tian handed the violin to the staff and politely took over the huge sea bowl.
Chapter completed!