15 minutes later, Xia, Wei and Ye were all ready.

In the kitchen counter.

Xia Yu, who had just woken up with his eyes open, saw Uncle No. 10 who was smiling silly in front of him, and read nervousness and nervousness from his eyes.

This won't work.

Based on the idea that the tutor and the students must have a harmonious relationship, Xia Yu said: "What do you call me brother?"

"Song, Song Han."

Student No. 10 entered the kitchen and finally took off the safety helmet, turned to a small white hat, and put on an apron.

"Brother Song, don't be nervous. Do you know why I chose you?"

Xia Yu is kind and happy.

"I can't make rice cakes!" The uncle frowned.

"According to the rules, I can dictate the recipes throughout the whole process. Just listen to me and make sure there is no problem!" Xia Yu added meaningfully after a meal, "And, at the key link, I will also use the only number of times of intervention and assistance to help you improve the quality of rice cakes!"

"Believe me--"

Hammered the uncle's shoulder, Xia Yu's eyes fell on the uncle's strong and powerful arm, and said to himself: "That kind of rice cake needs to be 'three steamed 200 hammers'. The so-called 200 hammers are to put the steamed rice into a stone mortar and repeatedly beat it with a wooden hammer..."

Strong and powerful!

Xia Yu selected the recipe, and the three students under him were two women and one man, so the only one who met this condition was the uncle in front of him.

The camera clearly captures Xia Yu and the uncle's interaction.

Brother?

When the cameraman heard the devil Xia call out to the students like this, he couldn't help laughing. When the program was broadcast, many viewers were surprised.

"oh--"

Sudden noise.

It turns out that Wei Zhong’s camp has started making rice cakes!

"Um?"

Xia Yu followed the sound and saw surprise immediately appearing in his eyes.

"radish?"

Wei Zhong stood with his arms in his arms, and in front of him was a busy high school student with his head down. The student with the number 1 was taking a big radish, scraping the skin with a tool, and gratering the radish.

Seeing this scene, Xia Yu's pupils shrank slightly, "I understand!"

The knowledge I just obtained from emergency tutoring suddenly emerged.

The rice cakes that use radish are very similar to Caitou cakes.

The word "应" refers to snacks such as pastries and dim sum in many places in Chaoshan, Fujian and Hainan.

Caitou cake, also known as radish cake, is a variant of rice cake that was introduced to Fuzhou!

After observing Ye Feizhou, he said something carefully to a female student. The female student blushed and had a slightly trance-like expression, and seemed to be out of shape at all.

Xia Yu was amused and crying.

"This Ye Feizhou is so charming! Kill it all!" A whistle blew a lightly. It was obviously a subtle sound, but Ye Feizhou in the kitchen counter next door seemed to have heard it. When he glanced over, he also had a bitter smile on his face.

"Brother Song, let's start too!" Xia Yu turned to the uncle beside him.

"good--"

The waiting time before was not blank. The program team has prepared all the ingredients during this period, otherwise Xia Yu would have some gaps to make up for the lessons secretly.

Unlike the Fuzhou radish cake of Weizhong's group, Xia Yu chose the rice cake recipe instead of rice paste, but with complete rice grains and steamed the rice over high heat.

"It's Dahe Rice."

Xia Yu instructed the uncle to go and wash rice, and he also grabbed a handful of rice grains from the rice basin.

There is no need to even activate hypervisual analysis.

When rice grains are intimately in contact with the skin of the palm, Xia Yu's vision pops up the ingredients:

"The quality of "Dahe Rice" is very close to fantasy rice, and it can even be equal to that of some fantasy rice. The food characteristics are: many trace elements, the viscosity degree is greater than 70, and the average protease content of rice grains reaches 80%.

"Note that this rice is very suitable for making pastries (rice cakes)."

The information made Xia Yu smile slightly.

Dahe Rice!

The rare rice is also the primary secret of "Geyang rice cake"!

"Chichichi..."

The rice steamer rolled out of the hot fog.

After half an hour, the rice was gradually steamed and cooked on high heat.

Xia Yu was controlling the temperature for the students, and his eyes narrowed, "It's OK!"

Next, according to Xia Yu's instructions, the uncle student No. 10 took out all the hot rice balls, turned around and threw them into the clean stone mortar behind him, and took a small stick and repeatedly crushed the rice.

So, gradually, the rice balls became mud-like.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The uncle with a big shoulder and a round waist, resists a large wooden hammer, and beats the rice balls of stone mortars.

"Well, the students' steps are basically done. The process that I can intervene in "The Hand of God" is..." Thinking of the Hand of God, Xia Yu's eyebrows and eyes moved, and he looked at the place where Wei Zhong's group was.

The high school boy who was focused before had already stepped back and opened his eyes widened, watching Wei Zhong's hands insert into rice paste and potato flour.

Of course, this big basin also has ingredients such as sausage, shrimp, mushrooms, etc.

Wei Zhong's fair and wide hands make people look at him.

Here comes!

As soon as he saw the key segment, Xia Yu couldn't help but shine.

Slowly, gently...

Compared to Ye Feizhou's interpretation of hunting, how can Wei Zhong's hands be described? It is more ethereal, like a illusion and fog. It is clearly pounding and stirring the ingredients, but it is a silent picture.

"Super visual, open--" Xia Yu's pupils immediately showed a layer of magical golden light.

Suddenly, Xia Yu's face shook.

"A unreplicable kitchen skills?"

Although what I saw with my eyes changed from the moment, my head was empty and I didn’t get any useful information from the special pupil technique.

If you are stealing the recipe, your head must have been filled with information flow and you will be blown up.

This shows that peeking at the "hand of God" at the top of the top, he only sees the secret, but cannot control the secret and use it for himself. Xia Yu said intimately: "The super visual copying technique has failed!"

"really!"

According to the system identification, in fact, "The Hand of God" is more talented. After all, it is analogous to the explosive flame, spice inequality cooking skills, and the effect of the Hand of God is very metaphysical, causing many jokes and embarrassing events. Xia Yu is still depressed. Since the "Salted Pig Hand" incident at the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhu Qing's eyes have been wrong when he looks at him and he avoids him.

"The Hand of God", "The Tongue of God", "The Smell of God"...

etc.

If they are a system, supervisual cannot be copied, it makes sense.

"The super visual cannot be copied, so I can only kill monsters and drop the skill card, and then increase the level of "God's Hand"?" Xia Yu immediately withdrew his gaze, his face became gloomy and unstable, and a trace of dangerous aura quietly overflowed in his eyes.

"Summer Chef!"

The uncle student put down the wooden hammer and gasped, "I have beaten it for 200 times, look at the next..."

"Leave it to me next!"

Xia Yu rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, washed his hands carefully.

In the program team's footage.

Wei Zhong, Ye Feizhou, Xia Demon King, or kneading rice balls or stirring the picture. The three pairs of white and smooth palms were quite eye-catching.

"Tsk!"

Zhu Qing blushed in the audience and said, "What a demon dance!"

Half an hour later, three rice cakes were placed on the judges' table.
Chapter completed!