Chapter 647： : Material with Holy Light

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

The stadium was silent for a moment.

At the site of the "Hunting Red Leaf Meeting" in Yuanyue, all the birds were silent, and the wind and the wind began to blow through the season, bringing a lot of red leaves.

The atmosphere is a bit cold, so that there are signs of cold.

"Da da da……"

Chiyo Aichi quickly ran to the No. 1 cooking station. As a female host and field control, she naturally had to grasp the atmosphere of the scene. If it was cold, it was equivalent to her negligence. Breathless, she handed the microphone to Xia Yu, who unloaded the kitchen utensils. She bit her lip and asked, "Master Chef Xia, can you briefly introduce your tools?"

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

The atmosphere in the finals was too suffocating. She couldn’t stop sweating when she handed out the microphone. Therefore, for Xia Yu, who is much younger than she, who is calm and self-organizing kitchen utensils and cooking stations, Chiyo Aichi really admires her heart.

"Introduction tool?"

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and grabbed the sheathed saber. "This knife should be familiar to everyone. I usually use it to process aquatic food."

"As for this..."

His hand reached out to the dark clay pot on the side of the box.

Then, the hostess was a little embarrassed, and her arms were stuffed into clay pots, and only the teenager told her: "You smell it."

"smell?"

Carefully put the seemingly fragile clay pot back to the counter, Chiyoda Aichi lifted the lid, and in an instant, her whole face expression solidified, but her shoulders stretched desperately, a pair of wings to fly Intoxicated gesture.

Not long afterward, the hostess woke up and suddenly made a big blush.

The lid of the clay pot has been closed, she reluctantly looked away, and took a breath to the closer camera equipment: "Noodle!"

"surface?!"

The stadium echoed the word.

"In the jar... there seems to be a kind of noodles, and I smell a strong leaven." The hostess Xiu Mei said slightly.

Suddenly, many professional chefs who have accomplished in the pastry field flashed aura in their heads.

Cooking station 2.

Li Han turned his head to look at Lan Chuhan. He bowed his head and asked, "Lan Chef, wouldn't it be the old noodle?"

"Well, Shiyou is noodle fat, otherwise it doesn't make much sense to prepare the dough in advance." Lan Chuhan's expression was faint, but she glanced at Xia Yu's knife and looked at the black clay pot.

A kitchen blade that specializes in aquatic products, and a jar for storing noodles...

A few days before the contact, there was a lot of noise. There was news about the Nijo Fish Market. Lan Chuhan whispered to himself: "Seafood noodles? Seafood dumplings?...... Well, it is possible to have wheat and steamed buns too! There are too many pasta dishes! "

"All right!"

At this time, Shinichiro Furukawa, who was the master of ceremonies, took the stage and stood next to the Jinluo shelf. He personally held a mallet wrapped in red cloth and knocked: "15 minutes later, the cooking process officially started. Now please ask the staff of the logistics department , Move the ingredients prepared by the contestants to the stage!"

Three transport teams took the stage, and each team had wonderful points.

The first team transported a large freezer by car, booming, and the sound of the car traversing the field spread.

"Can I have a look?"

After the freezer was carried down and arranged, another female host Yuki Watanabe asked.

"no problem!"

Tang Yuqiong nodded happily and took a step forward, as if opening the door, and whipping open the freezer door, so an iceberg inside was exposed to the lens, making the stadium dead again.

Before the audience digested it, there was a sound of ducks.

The second work squad, holding a live duck with bound feet in their arms, these ducks are still very spirited and croaking.

"Soil, soil duck?"

A large crowd of petrochemicals in the auditorium.

"What's in those bags?" Professionals, after paying attention to the duck transporters, stacked a large number of bags of material on a large cart.

Moreover, the second cart followed, unloading 5 large altars to the cooking counter 2 where Li Han and Lan Chuhan were located.

These wines are decorated with vermilion glazed ceramic altars, wrapped with red ropes, and attached to the front of the altar with a piece of red paper, written in square Chinese characters:

Luzhou Laojiao.

Not to mention this glaring hard advertisement, the combination of ingredients in the No. 2 cooking station not only filled the general audience with confusion, but a group of professionals in the guest room were also whispering and discussing with others.

"Duck, a combination of old cellar wine, what is it? Drunk duck?"

igo's Karl Sage, talking to himself.

"Mr. Yan, have you mastered the recipes for these three combinations?" Zhe Xianxian left Weimen asked slightly, and asked Yan Qi on the right hand side.

Yan Qi is the owner of Bamian Tower. The title of Yan Lou is a professional name. From the details of the name of Yuan Yue, you can know that Xian Zuoweimen had dealt with Yan Qi. I am afraid that he will go to the mainland when he is young. Experienced.

"Hard to say!"

After hearing the words, Yan Qi shook his head and said, "Cooking counter No. 1 is mainly prepared for the old noodles. The pastry field has a white case since ancient times. It is complicated and vast!"

"And food counter 2..."

He raised his finger.

"Have you noticed the bags stacked on the second cart? Looking at the amount of preparation, it must be a serious consumption of materials. The key to solving the puzzle may be here!" The tone was determined.

Karl and Xian Zuoweimen suddenly looked away, and were curious about the colorless and unlabeled bags:

what is this?

"Sure enough prepared!"

"It's worthy of the final!"

A group of students are also whispering on the mountain platform of the "Falling Red Leaf Meeting" in Yuanyue.

"Zhenxi, do you know the wooden box next to Lecturer Xia's hand, what is it?" Xingping Chuang scratched his head and scratched his head, and finally couldn't help but ask the black girl in the seat, "I'm sure, the ingredients are hidden in the box!"

"wooden box!"

The sound of the discussion disappeared, and the students all stared at the wooden box with a relief in it, and they were also very curious.

"clang!"

At this time There was a clear golden gong sound on the TV.

"The decisive battle on the theme of "Pick up and ferry" has officially started, and the cooking will be completed after 2 hours. Please cook your time and devote yourself to dedicate a classic culinary showdown! "Fukawa Shinichiro Su Rong in kimono speaks."

"Start"

Snapped!

Zhu Qing handed an inspiring look and raised his fair-skinned palm. Xia Yu also raised her hand and gave her a high-five clap. Her eyes quietly said, "Just follow the practice division of the past few days!"

"I know!"

Gently, Zhu Qing turned his back and lifted a large and small vegetable basket on the floor.

Carrots, cut into pieces.

Spinach, cut into bunches.

Zhu Qing's culinary style, like her temperament, is straightforward and simple. She moved two squeezers and mixed it with a little water to make carrot and spinach into green-green and scarlet vegetable juices.

After that, wash the machine and mix with black sesame water to make a thick black sesame paste.

Xia Yu took a small bag of his own flour and poured it onto the kitchen counter that had been carefully cleaned. He immediately turned on the fire and put a small pot of boiling water on the stove to boil it. When the water was slightly warm, the fire was stopped.

"Click!"

Then, he uncovered and reached into the black clay pot, so Xia Yu grabbed a small soft and hard "old noodle".

The lens zoomed in and focused on what was on his hand.

Uh.

The eyes of Zheqianxian's left guard door shrank sharply, inhaling: "Just that was..."

He looked directly at the cooking station 1 which was closer, instead of the broadcast screen over the stadium.

It is not an illusion that "Old Noodle" comes with a dazzling light when it comes out.

But this light was just a moment of Fanghua. The audience watching the screen must have thought that it was the lighting effect of the stadium. I didn't pay much attention. Only the group of professionals in the guest seats were not right. They were surprised. 8