The black clay pot is enlarged in close-up form on the broadcast screen.

The competition hall was silent for a moment.

The scene of Yuanyue’s “Hunting Red Leaf Conference” was also silent all of a sudden, and the wind that began to change seasons blew, bringing down a lot of red leaves.

The atmosphere was so cold that there were signs of a cold scene.

"Dadada..."

Chiyo Aichi hurriedly trot to the No. 1 cooking desk. As a female host, she naturally had to grasp the atmosphere on the scene. If the scene was cold, it would be like her dereliction of duty. She was not angry and handed the microphone to Xia Yu, who was unloading the kitchen utensils. She bit her lip and asked, "Chef Xia, can you briefly introduce your tools?"

They are all old acquaintances, but Chiyo Aichi still seems nervous.

The atmosphere of the finals was so suffocating that she couldn't stop sweating when she handed out the microphone. Therefore, Chiyo Aichi was very impressed by Xia Yu, who was calm and composed in her cooking table, but was much older than her.

“Introduction Tool?”

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, grabbed the Possus knife with sheath, "Everyone should be familiar with this knife. I usually use it to treat aquatic ingredients."

"As for this..."

His hand reached towards the black clay pot on one side of the box.

Then, the female host was a little confused and was stuffed into her arms. She only heard the boy say to her: "Smell it."

"smell?"

Carefully, she put the seemingly fragile pot back to the cooking table. Chiyo Aichi uncovered the lid. In an instant, her whole face was frozen, but her shoulders were stretched desperately, and she looked intoxicated with her wings spreading to fly.

Soon, the female host woke up and suddenly blushed.

The lid of the clay pot was closed, and she reluctantly moved her gaze away, and took a breath towards the closer camera equipment and said, "Face!"

"noodle?!"

The word echoes in the competition hall.

"The jar... seems to contain a noodles, and I smelled the strong fermentation smell." The female host frowned slightly.

Suddenly, many professional chefs who have achieved success in the field of pastry flashed through their minds.

No. 2 cooking desk.

Li Han turned his head to look at Lan Chuhan and lowered his head to ask, "Cheer Lan, can it be old noodles?"

"Well, most of them are fat, otherwise it would be meaningless to prepare the dough in advance." Lan Chuhan's expression was faint, but her eyes flashed over Xia Yu's knife and looked at the black pottery jar.

A kitchen blade specializing in aquatic products, and a jar that stores fat...

The contact was a hot topic a few days ago. There was news about Erzhao Fish Market. Lan Chuhan whispered to himself: "Seafood noodles? Seafood dumplings?... Well, shabby, and buns are also possible! There are too many pasta to make!"

"alright!"

At this time, Shinichiro Furukawa, who was the host, took the stage, stood beside the Jinluo rack, holding a stick wrapped in red cloth, and ringed: "In 15 minutes, the cooking process officially begins. Now, please ask the staff of the logistics department to carry the ingredients prepared by the contestants onto the stage!"

Three transport teams took the stage, and each team had strange things to say.

The first team transported a large freezer with a car, and the sound of the car crossing the field was heard.

"Can you see?"

After the freezer was moved down and arranged, another female host, Yuki Watanabe, stepped forward to ask.

"No problem!"

Tang Yuqiong nodded happily, stepped forward, and opened the freezer door as if he was opening the door, so an iceberg inside was exposed to the camera, making the competition hall silent again.

Before the audience could digest it, there was a sound of ducklings.

The second working team, each holding a live duck with his feet tied up, was still energetic and croaking.

"Du, terribly duck?"

A large area of ​​people in the auditorium.

"What are in those bags?" The professionals, behind the duck transporter, were stacked with bags of considerable material on a large cart.

Moreover, the second cart arrived immediately and unloaded five jars of wine to the No. 2 cooking table where Li Han and Lan Chuhan were.

These wines are decorated with vermilion-glazed ceramic jars, sealed with red ropes, and a piece of red paper is pasted on the front of the jar, which is written in square Chinese characters:

Luzhou Laojiao.

Not to mention this eye-catching hard advertisement, the ingredients combination of No. 2 cooking station not only made ordinary audiences confused, but a group of professionals at the guest seat were also whispering to discuss with others.

"What is the combination of local ducks and Laojiao wine? Drunk duck?"

Carl sage from igo, muttering to himself.

"Owner Yan, you already have a mastery of the recipes of these three combinations?" Nakiri Sesaemon asked Yan Qi on his right hand slightly.

Yan Qi is the owner of Bamian Building. The title of Yan Building is a special title for people in the industry. Judging from the details of the title of General Manager Totsuki, you can know that Sensaemon had dealt with Yan Qi. I am afraid that he went to the mainland to experience it when he was young.

"It's hard to say!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Qi shook his head and said, "The main preparations of the No. 1 cooking table are old noodles. The pastry field has been said to be white since ancient times, which is complex and vast!"

“And the No. 2 cooking desk…”

He raised his finger.

"Did you notice the bags stacked on the second cart? Judging from the amount of preparation, it must be a material that will be seriously consumed. I'm afraid the key to solving the puzzle is here!" His tone was confident.

Carl, Senzaemon immediately noticed and became curious about the colorless and labelless bags:

What is this?

"Sure enough preparation!"

"It's worthy of being the final!"

On the mountain platform of Yuanyue’s “Hunting Red Leaf Conference”, a group of students were also whispering.

"Maki, do you know what the wooden box next to Instructor Xia's hand is?" Yukihiro was so anxious that he scratched his head, and finally couldn't help but ask the black-haired girl sitting at the top, "I'm sure there are ingredients hidden in the box!"

"Wooden box!"

The discussion sound disappeared, and the students were all staring at the wooden box with relief in the picture, and were also very curious.

"clang!"

At this time, a clear sound of golden gongs came from the TV.

"The decisive battle of the sword with the theme of "Training and Ferrying" officially begins and the cooking ends in 2 hours. Please hurry up, devote yourself to it, and devote yourself to a classic cooking showdown!" Shinichiro Furukawa, wearing a kimono, spoke solemnly.

"start--"

Bang!

Zhu Qing handed a cheerful look and raised her white palm. Xia Yu also raised his hand and slapped her with a quiet look, saying, "Just divide the labor according to the practice of the past few days!"

"I know!"

Nodded gently, Zhu Qing turned his back and carried a small vegetable basket on the floor.

Carrots, cut into pieces.

Spinach, cut into pieces in bunches.

Zhu Qing's cooking style is as straightforward as her temperament. She simply brought two presses, mixed them with a little water, and beat carrots and spinach into green and vermilion vegetable juices.

After that, clean the machine, mix black sesame seeds with clean water to make a relatively viscous black sesame paste.

Xia Yu took a small bag of flour he had prepared and poured it on the kitchen counter that had just been carefully cleaned. He immediately turned on the fire, set up a small pot on the stove and put it in clean water, and then stopped the fire when the water was slightly warm.

"Click!"

Then, he lifted the lid and reached into the black pottery jar, so Xia Yu grabbed a small ball of soft and hard "old noodles".

The camera draws closer to the things on his hand.

Swish.

Nakiri Sessaemon's pupils shrank suddenly and he inhaled, "That was..."

He looked directly at the No. 1 cooking station, which was closer, instead of the broadcast screen above the competition hall.

It is not an illusion. When the "old man" comes out, it has its own dazzling light.

But this light was just a moment of youth. The audience who looked at the screen must have thought it was the lighting effect of the competition hall. They didn't pay much attention. Only the guest seat was a group of professionals with a look of distortion, with surprise in their eyes.
Chapter completed!