Chapter 181 The Porridge King Appears
Compared with making porridge, Jiang Feng really has nothing to fear.
Although a lot of cars have overturned in the past few days, they are all experimental products. Car overturns are normal. Almighty Good Taste employees can even get the osmanthus candy that Jiang Jiankang bought when he went shopping. What else can stop him from advancing to the semi-finals? ?
Top four?
What a joke!
Jiang Feng is now swollen like never before.
The ingredients are all pre-processed, put directly into the casserole, add water, turn the heat to the maximum, and boil the porridge over high heat.
Zhang Qian's steps were similar, but the variety of ingredients was not as rich as Jiang Feng's. She used a standard small casserole for family porridge. One bowl per person was just enough for a family of three to make breakfast. Jiang Feng used an extra-large casserole. The casserole alone weighed several kilograms and was enough for a family of three to eat for breakfast. Jiang Jiankang took half the pot and Wang Xiulian half the pot. He ate the leftovers from last night.
Jiang Feng's casserole attracted everyone's attention.
This may be the first time for many people to see such a large casserole.
"This Jiang Feng has a personality. It's quite difficult to use such a big casserole in forty minutes!" Pei Shenghua laughed.
"Maybe he is used to it. He should usually use such a big one. His family may have a store." Zhu Chang analyzed calmly.
"His family opened a restaurant in the food street next to University A." Han Guishan said.
"Mr. Han knows him?" Zhu Chang was curious, but he didn't expect that he had a hidden connection.
"My son has done volunteer activities with him. My son likes his radish carvings very well. He ate all the ones I brought home last night." Han Guishan thought about it, "Wait for me I have to ask him to carve a few more bears for me. My son doesn’t like watching Peppa Pig anymore and watches bears instead. I have to ask him to help me carve a few more bears. I just don’t know if Bald Qiang can carve them.”< br>
The remaining four judges:? ? ?
Jiang Feng used a large casserole with a large amount of ingredients and a lot of water. He kept turning on the highest heat to let the porridge roll in the casserole, while he kept stirring with a spoon. Next to her, Zhang Qian had already turned the heat to medium and covered the casserole to simmer slowly, while Jiang Feng was still stirring.
"Remaining time, twenty minutes."
Jiang Feng was still stirring.
"Remaining time, fifteen minutes."
Jiang Feng's right hand got tired and he switched to his left hand.
"Remaining time, ten minutes."
The eight-treasure porridge cooked by Zhang Qian had been cooked until it was soft and thick. She added a spoonful and a half of honey to the casserole and lowered the heat to low.
Turn Jiang Feng's heat to medium heat and continue stirring.
"Time remaining, five minutes."
Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge was out of the pot, and the eight-treasure porridge in front of Jiang Feng had also become very thick. Turning the heat from medium to low, he opened the jar of osmanthus syrup.
One scoop, two scoops, three scoops.
The small tea spoon used by Zhang Qian and the iron spoon used by Jiang Feng.
The two people's styles were not on the same page from the beginning.
At the last minute, Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was ready.
【A pot of nearly perfect eight-treasure porridge】
Wonderful, wonderful, this wave is stable, absolutely, a sure win!
Jiang Feng was milking himself crazily in his heart. It didn't show on his face, but in fact he was so beautiful that he was bubbling and inflated.
The staff member wore heat-resistant gloves and first brought Zhang Qian’s eight-treasure porridge to the judges’ table.
Ingredients such as gorgon seeds, barley rice, white lentils, and yams are cooked very thickly. Honey has a floral aroma, high sweetness, and a long aftertaste. It has a unique taste as long as it is added to the porridge properly. Although Zhang Qian only added one and a half teaspoons, because she cooked a small amount, the sweetness was enough.
There was a large iron spoon for scooping porridge on the table. Each of the five judges had a spoon, and Han Guishan was very reserved and only scooped one spoon. Although he came up with the topic of sweet porridge, it was already many days ago. He wanted to drink sweet porridge at that time, but he doesn't want to drink it now.
Han Guishan, who had just eaten prawns with tomato sauce, said he didn't want to drink porridge, he wanted to eat meat.
If it doesn't work, fish-flavored eggplant is acceptable, but bland porridge is not his thing.
Entrance.
It's okay, just a little hot.
After finishing his bowl in three mouthfuls, Han Guishan thought about it and took another spoonful.
Everyone was more tolerant towards the 16-year-old girl. Han Guishan gave her a 10 as usual, and the others were also more merciful, with a score of 8.5, which is not bad.
The staff went to Duan Jiangfeng’s eight-treasure porridge.
Use force.
Not moving at all.
Push harder.
Still motionless.
Anger settled in his dantian, he took a breath in his mouth, held the edge of the casserole with both hands, and lifted it up with force.
It's moving!
Deflated after two seconds.
The staff member looked at Jiang Feng silently, with murderous intent in her smile.
"Emmm, let me carry this. Give me the gloves." Jiang Feng said.
This pot of eight-treasure porridge weighs at least twenty kilograms including the casserole and porridge. It is six to seven meters from the cooking table to the judges' seat. It is indeed a bit cruel to let a young lady who wears high heels and does not lift bricks and is only responsible for her fake smile and good looks bear this weight. .
The staff member silently took off her gloves and gave them to Jiang Feng, and left without looking back.
Jiang Feng picked up the casserole, carried it steadily to the judges' table, put it on the table, and returned to the cooking station.
As the casserole was placed on the table, the table shook and it felt like it had sunk a few tenths of a centimeter.
"He looks quite thin and very strong. He must weigh at least twenty pounds. It's quite easy to carry!" Han Guishan sighed.
"Every chef has strong arms," Zhu Chang said.
As soon as the lid is lifted, the aroma of rice pudding porridge comes out.
The aroma of the ingredients is accompanied by the taste of osmanthus sugar, which is very layered.
"Osmanthus candy?" Pei Shenghua smelled it immediately, "It smells very good!"
Han Guishan felt the same way, so he took two spoonfuls.
It's a little hot, blow on it, and enter your mouth.
! ! !
There is such an extraordinary eight-treasure porridge in the world!
As a person from Guangdong Province, when I was a child, my family had no money and I ate mush every day and wanted to drink porridge until my mouth watered in the middle of the night. After I became a teenager, I drank porridge all the time until I shed tears in the middle of the night. After I became rich, my wife became obsessed with health care and often asked the chef to cook porridge until she secretly screamed. For takeaway, Han Guishan can be proud to say that no one present has as much experience in eating porridge as he does.
His history of blood and tears over eating porridge would be worthy of writing a book.
But he has never had such a porridge. It is mellow, sweet, thick, and delicate. All the ingredients melt in your mouth, as if they can slide directly down your throat and into your stomach without swallowing. The warm feeling extends all the way from the esophagus. When it reaches the stomach, the aftertaste of osmanthus sugar remains in the mouth, and the fragrance fills the tip of the nose.
This is not just a bowl of rice pudding, it is a work of art.
"Snort, snore, snore."
Han Guishan gulped down the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl like a cow chewing peonies. He gave it a quick score, quickly scooped up another bowl, stirred it briefly, and continued to drink the porridge.
For the first time, the other four judges also drank the porridge in their bowls before scooping out a second bowl. Instead of scooping out a full bowl like Han Guishan, each person took half a bowl and slowly ate it one spoonful at a time.
It took a long time until Han Guishan finished his third bowl before the scores from the other four judges came out.
9.6 points.
Pei Shenghua gave Jiang Feng full marks.
The highest score in history is higher than the score of Ji Xue's Huadiao Chicken.
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Hey, Xiaofeng's score is so high!" Jiang Jianguo looked surprised and said cheerfully: "Look, Xiaofeng is going to win the championship!"
"His eight-treasure porridge is as good as that of few porridge masters in the country. It's not surprising." Jiang Weiguo said and glanced at Sun Guanyun.
Sun Guanyun refused to receive the message from Jiang Weiguo.
After the audience quieted down, Zhu Changcai picked up the microphone and said: "I was surprised that I could drink such a bowl of porridge, and even more surprised that this bowl of porridge was made by a 20-year-old young man with a formidable future. It's really It’s the younger generation who is formidable. In fact, both of these players are very good. Very outstanding. The girl is only 16 years old, but her control of heat and seasoning is already very good. Female chefs in our industry are very rare, and masters are even rarer. I look forward to seeing her in the celebrity chef directory of "Zhiwei" magazine in the future. Your name.”
"What is the list of famous chefs?" Han Guishan asked in a low voice. Although he and Xu Cheng are good friends, he does not read "Knowing the Flavor".
"A directory that summarizes the statistics of outstanding chefs from various countries is more reliable than the Michelin selection." Zhu Chang said.
Han Guishan nodded in understanding.
"I gave it ten points, and I also think that the eight-treasure porridge cooked by player Jiang Feng is worthy of the ten points. This is a eight-treasure porridge that is difficult to describe in words. This eight-treasure porridge will make many experienced porridge cookers think they are superb. Chef Khan Yan, including me. Just like Lu You's saying, "I have to make porridge for the gods." Cooking porridge requires patience and experience. I can't even imagine that you will be the same age as me in more than ten years. What will be the porridge cooked when The taste may really be worthy of immortality at that time." Pei Shenghua became excited and recited a poem, "During the Laba Festival, I would also cook porridge at home, but compared with the eight-treasure porridge cooked by contestant Jiang Feng today, it seemed a little bit different. There's something wrong with the class . I can’t even fault this eight-treasure porridge. If I had to pick one, it would be that the cooking time is too short. If this pot of porridge could be simmered for four hours, I believe it would be perfect.”
"Two very outstanding young players, I look forward to your future." Zang Mu said few words as always.
"Judge Pei has already finished his compliments. If I praise you any more, it will be a bit cliché. I was a little disappointed in the last game, but I am only pleasantly surprised in this one. Both Zhang Qian and Jiang Feng surprised me enough. I just I can say, little girl, your loss to him was not unfair at all." Tong Deyan did not forget to diss Zhao Shan at this time.
Han Guishan had already started drinking the fifth bowl, and took the time to make a perfunctory comment: "It tastes good, hiccup."
Good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.
"This pot of porridge is very large. It would be wasted here. Let's give some to the audience to try, and all the contestants to try it too." Han Guishan suggested. He was almost half full.
The other four judges all thought the proposal was a good one.
The audience in the auditorium was full of expectations. Everyone stretched their necks, hoping that the staff would choose them as the lucky audience because of their long necks, and taste the pot that the five judges praised as unique in the world. What does rice pudding porridge taste like?
The pot of porridge Jiang Feng cooked was indeed quite generous. For some reason, the organizer actually prepared a lot of bowls and spoons. There were not too many people in the audience, so everyone could taste a few bites of each person's porridge.
"Leave some for me. I'll take it home and heat it up for my wife and son to try." Han Guishan didn't forget to pack the food after he was full.
The world is huge, and the boss is the biggest. The lady in charge of scooping out the porridge just left a bottom, and she could make two bowls of it by scraping it off.
For a moment, no one had time to look at Zhang Guanghang. Everyone was focused on the porridge in their bowls.
Sun Guanyun held the bowl with a disdainful look on his face.
As soon as the warm eight-treasure porridge was taken into his mouth, his expression changed.
Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo, his face full of words: "Why didn't you tell me that your grandson is a professional porridge cook?"
Jiang Weiguo looked proud.
Unexpectedly, my grandson is a professional porridge cooker!
It was filled with all sorts of lamentations and broken relationships/friendships.
“Damn, it tastes so good!”
"This is so delicious!"
"What kind of porridge is this? Does it taste like eight-treasure porridge? What are they selling in porridge shops?"
"Honey, do you love me?"
"Do you love me? Give me a bite of the porridge in your bowl."
"My dear, give me a sip of your share!"
"Are we still friends?"
"No, get out."
……
The hostess stood in the audience, still savoring the taste of the eight-treasure porridge she just drank.
The camera guy hated it, the shitty assistant director was drinking right next to him. He smelled the awful smell and wanted to drink, but he had to hurry up and adjust the camera position to capture the audience's expressions.
Han Guishan burped on the judges' bench, wishing he didn't have four stomachs like a cow.
Jiang Feng and Zhang Qian consciously returned to the rest area. Only then did the host lady come back to her senses and sweetly said: "You must have tasted Jiang Feng's porridge just now. It is indeed very delicious and will leave you with endless aftertaste. The high score of 9.6 is well deserved.”
"Our staff has finished cleaning the cooking table. Let me invite the third group of contestants Gu Li and Chu Peng. The theme they drew is salty and fresh food. The competition dish is vegetable rolls. Let me invite the two contestants to come to the stage to prepare. The game will start in 3 minutes,” the host said with a smile that smelled of sweet osmanthus candy.
"What does your rice-treasure porridge taste like? I really want to drink it!" Zhang Qian was the most pitiful. She lost the competition and didn't drink the rice-treasure porridge. No one remembered that there was a poor contestant on the cooking stage who didn't drink it.
"Do you have classes on the weekend?" Jiang Feng asked, "You can come to my store on the weekend and I will cook a special portion for you. However, the quality of the ingredients may not be as good as today. I will cook it for a longer time to bring out the aroma of the rice. The taste is not bad either.”
"Okay, okay. If I don't have classes on Sunday, I only have to study in the evening. I don't need to study in the evening when I have classes on Saturday. I can do it on Saturday night or at noon on Sunday!" Zhang Qian said excitedly.
Jiang Feng, who had not studied for a long time, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: high school students are really hard, no wonder the teacher can use this lie to deceive students one after another.
"Saturday, I'll start cooking in the afternoon. When do you get out of school? It's best to come around seven." Jiang Feng suggested.
"I finish school at 6:20, where is your store? Can I take my mother there with me?" Zhang Qian was very excited.
"Okay, what's your mother's taste? You can send me a message later to tell me. My store is in A University Food Street. I will send you the location tomorrow." Jiang Feng also responded with a smile.
"Would you mind adding me?" Zhang Guanghang joined the group chat.
"No problem, it's an honor. I'll send you the location tomorrow." Jiang Feng said, looking at Zhao Shan, he felt that it would be bad for the three of them to form a small group and isolate him, so he invited him, "Do you want to Get up?”
"No need." Zhao Shan smirked and was madly dissed. He didn't want to appear in the same frame as Zhang Guanghang after today.
Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a little uncomfortable, as if a sharp gaze was staring at him, slightly unkindly.
from the audience.
Jiang Feng looked towards the auditorium and met Wu Minqi's eyes.
Wu Minqi smiled at Jiang Feng and made a congratulatory mouth gesture.
Jiang Feng also showed her a heartfelt smile.
The feeling is gone.
Tell me loudly whether this chapter is fat or not! !
(End of chapter)