How to say it?

At the scene, in front of the TV, countless people were raising a strong sense of curiosity by the head of the Tang family.

Including the talented people on the stage, they all stood up.

The head of the Tang family suddenly stopped, and threw a terrifying look at the young man in front of him, and inhaled: "You can say it yourself. Moreover, whether you say it depends on your own wishes."

Xia Yu was funny when he heard it, "It's not a state secret, it's just a delicacy, my improvisation."

"Actually—"

He stepped forward, picked up the soup spoon, and stirred the sand pot. The soup and the black beans on the bottom layer formed a whirlpool with the spoon. The whole soup had a mysterious flash under the light.

Putting down the spoon, Xia Yu looked at the camera and raised two fingers, "I divided this dish into two parts."

"Well, to a more popular and vivid way, this dish is self-attacking and self-attacking and combination of attack and reaping."

Self-aggression and self-inflict?

The atmosphere in the silent venue was suddenly strange. Many people smiled between their eyebrows, but they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"Is it a very popular technique?" Xia Yu shrugged, "I fully agree with the words of the head of the Tang family just now. As we all know, 'ultimate taste' is a judgment point for judging the level of special kitchen cooking skills. Special kitchen construction is extremely simple and direct, but 'ultimate taste' has its inherent ceiling and cannot be broken through."

"So, no matter how gorgeous the 'extreme taste' is, it is like a beauty. After tasting too much, it will become dull and cannot arouse appetite?" Xia Yu smiled slightly, "Does my medicinal sea bass soup have a foothold? Like most contestants on the stage, I create recipes based on the word 'fresh'."

"but--"

The originally plain and uneven words suddenly became aggravated, "The 'fresh' I used is not a constant freshness, it is a weapon, or a key, which is what I just called "attack"!"

“As for the...

The smile on Xia Yu's mouth suddenly had a trace of evil smell. He turned around and looked at Wei Qinglian, who was sitting high in the center of the reviewing table. "Let's ask our judge to explain this part! She has tasted it and has the most say!"

Wei Qinglian was attentive when she heard this, but she didn't expect Xia Yu to throw the hot potatoes away. The cold and inhumane face seemed to have quietly climbed two undetectable shame and annoyance.

"by!"

Almost spitting out this word from his tight teeth, Wei Qinglian tried hard to look straight in the lens focus, "Just Chef Xia also said just now that the 'fresh' he created is a key, so the medicine soup is to lock the head, imprison the tongue and body!"

Xia Yu and Wei Qinglian, with one word, explained the words "capture" and "save" that had spread to the whole audience clearly.

However, more doubts emerge as a knot is untied.

"etc!"

"Can attack and receive the same body be a spice technique? It's broken in the lower knee!"

"I'm a little clear. The general meaning is that the medicine soup imprisons a person's tongue and body, just like a small dark room. An experienced driver who has been abstinent for many years does not have to review any hard disk collection. A picture of the dew point can make the veteran driver desire and boost his vigor?"

"Yes, that's what it means. A full man doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry!"

For a time, all kinds of sounds were found.

"Please continue!" Xia Yu looked at Wei Qinglian.

Wei Qinglian secretly hated that as a member of the Baiyulou, she naturally leaned towards Ye Feizhou in her heart. Ye Feizhou's strong rival was very popular and she wanted to cheer him up. This feeling was quite uncomfortable. If it were Erina and Alice, the proud golden peacock, would have cried out with a wow.

There are rules for knowing hunting. Wei Qinglian is the vice president of this session. Knowing her job, she continued with a stern face: "I don't need to talk about the 'fresh' locks. Here, I want to focus on the medicinal part!"

"Teptamine and sausage, tempe and cinnamon, tempe and star anise, tempe and cloves, tempe and sanna, tempe and sanna, tempe and white cardamom..."

"They are combined in pairs and slimly tied. Each medicinal diet lock has the effect of treating indigestion and loss of appetite, but why can it be trapped in the mess?"

He frowned, obviously Wei Qinglian was also puzzled.

The camera gave Xia Yu a close-up at the right time. He just smiled and didn't explain much at the level of spice formula.

Because the spice formula is something in my mind. Even if Xia Yu can dictate it with super expressive ability, is that necessary? I am afraid Wei Qinglian will be confused if she says it.

Next, Li Quan and Wang Gong also praised Xia Yu's medicinal fish soup.

"Yourself attack and self-inflict, it's amazing!"

Li Quan raised his thumb: "I said I tasted 'fresh' this time, how did it feel different? It turned out that your cooking works locked me up and released me, it was the imprisoner and the savior. Uh, which role do you play?"

Wang Gong's hands under the table were already clenching his fists firmly and trembling.

This is excitement!

"What a wonderful technique!"

He was impressed by it.

Sea bass and salty tempeh are spears.

All Chinese herbal medicines surround light fermented black beans and form shields.

The answer is "attacking and receiving the same body", just be simple, right?

However, Wang Gong thought about the mystery in his heart, and his back was filled with goose bumps by the sparks of his cooking thoughts that day.

What a free and unrestrained cooking style.

Who says that the chef, or the cooking works under his command, must play a fixed role, and the taste remains the same?

A pair of hands can save people or be imprisoned.

After all, it is better to taste it yourself from the Internet or watching videos of past competitions. Now Wang Gong has tasted Xia Yu’s cuisine once, and his strong personal style comes to his face, and he feels that his nickname, the "Young Demon King", is really appropriate.

Only the Demon King dares to be so wild and unrestrained, and his cooking thinking is completely unrestricted.

"Xia family! Xia family!" Wang Gong was amazed at the declining family originating from Shuchuan. After ten years, he was afraid that he would be watched by the Chinese community again.

Soon, the score results of the first cooking work submitted by Xia Yu were counted on the screen.

"300 points!"

"No surprise full mark!"

The emcee announced loudly, and his eyes flashed past the figure of the young man who had entered the backstage channel and rushed to catch up.

"Crazy!"

The audience stood up, including three judges, Mrs. Tang and the head of the Tang family, all received applause.

bite!

On this hunting list, Xia Yu's name was hung high with a score of 300 points, making him the top spot.

Under his name, there was a blank space.

The talents from the Chinese world on the same stage looked up at the screen list, and their shoulders collapsed. They felt that they were under the pressure of a mountain that everyone could not bear with it, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat.

This is the first cooking work, and then I got the full mark. How to proceed later?

"etc--"

The emcee caught up with Xia Yu at the entrance of the passage.

"Chef Xia, do you think about this round of auditions? "

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu stopped.

The overwhelming applause came. It was not that he didn't hear it. He could only turn around and look at the camera, reach out to the audience, and press down, "Sit down, sit down, basic operation..."

"Uh!" The emcee seemed to be jammed by someone's neck, and the question was completely blocked.

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There were a girl contestant on the stage who couldn't bear the pressure in the dark, and she lowered her head and dared not look at the list again, covered her face and cried, "It's another 300 points! Full mark!"

"Why do you want to participate in the audition for such a guy? He is already an international celebrity chef? Why does the hunting official want to let such a person come in? This is unfair, so why do we have to face such a terrifying guy--"

The girl's crying sound fell in the suddenly quiet venue. In the stands, the audience was surrounded by a group of Chinese tomorrow flowers who seemed to be defeated and bowed their heads, and their faces were filled with unbearable expressions.

The delicate flowers cannot withstand too fierce destruction.
Chapter completed!