His pair of white hands began to knead the dough skillfully.
There wasn't a single bit of spiritual energy leaking from his body.
"What is he going to do?"
"Are you going to compete with ordinary dishes?"
“Why not let the Golden Spoon cook all three dishes?”
"This is too much of a joke. I'm afraid the third lamp won't light up."
There was discussion again around.
The only teams that can come here to participate in the competition are those from the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods who come here to seek opportunities.
There are more participating teams from the small cooking world itself.
These people are all culinary experts.
It was obvious at a glance that Zong Shen was making ordinary dishes.
Zong Shen pretended to be oblivious to their discussions.
He kneaded the dough in his hands slowly and steadily.
Let it develop muscles.
Wait until the dough becomes elastic and not sticky.
Zong Shen grabbed the dough with both hands and kept pulling and overlapping it.
Two divided into four, four divided into eight, eight divided into sixteen, sixteen becomes thirty-two.
The noodles became more and more numerous and thinner.
Finally, he pulled out a handful of noodles that were just the right size and thickness.
Then he picked up the green vegetables, separated them into pieces and washed them, and chopped the green onions into a handful of chopped green onions.
Then we started to make a fire and boil water.
All the operations were ordinary, even the Yi Ya kitchen treasure was not used.
After the water boiled for a while, he put in the noodles and let them roll and tumble in the boiling water.
He flipped his hand and took out the large white porcelain bowl he had used to drink from and placed it on the table. He simply picked up the common seasonings that Tianchumen had prepared for the competition and poured some soy sauce and salt into the bottom of the bowl.
He then took out a small gray pottery jar from the void in his body.
When the stopper of the jar was opened, a piece of white as cream was revealed inside.
"What's this?"
"Some kind of grease?"
"It should be. It looks like fat."
It's a pity that the culinary arts in this small culinary world are extremely developed, but no one knows about this thing.
Golden Kitchen Spoon took a deep breath.
"This, this looks like lard?"
He said somewhat uncertainly.
In the small culinary world and even in the continent of Ten Thousand Gods, there is no habit of eating lard.
Not to mention these practitioners.
Even ordinary people who are starving, when they get lard and meat, only know how to cook it and then swallow it whole.
This method of refining pig fat into fat comes from Zong Shen's memories of his previous life.
For others, it becomes a rarity.
Zong Shen pointed his finger, separated a thumb-sized piece of lard and put it into the bowl.
At this point, the noodles are already 70% cooked.
He took out the long chopsticks, took out the noodles, and hung them on bamboo sticks to drain.
Add the remaining noodle soup and blanch the vegetables until cooked.
Start another stove and boil a pot of clean water.
Pour boiling water into a large white porcelain bowl.
As soon as the hot water is poured, a fragrant aroma immediately rises with the steam.
The aroma of lard was stimulated.
Many masters in the small cooking world have never smelled this kind of smell.
It unexpectedly made everyone feel nostalgic for some reason.
Then, Zong Shen took out the drained noodles and put them into the soup bowl.
Completely submerge in the soup bowl.
Then carefully place the blanched greens on the edge of the bowl.
The clear and white texture makes the whole bowl of noodles particularly tempting.
Zong Shen took out a pair of clean chopsticks and placed them next to the bowl.
Everyone was silent and no one dared to comment.
Although this ordinary pasta is unique, it looks extremely ordinary.
They didn't believe at all that this food could make the third lantern light up.
But as soon as this idea came up.
They were slapped in the face.
The third lantern lit up.
And it was brighter than the two lights lit by the golden kitchen spoon before.
Almost as bright as the sun.
Shining brightly.
"What? This kind of ordinary noodles can actually be recognized by the will of the Kitchen Saint?"
"What kind of existence is the Chef Saint?"
"The embodiment of the culinary arts of heaven and earth, a master of culinary arts from the primitive times to the ancient times!"
"You actually like this little noodle?"
"And judging by the brightness of this lantern, it seems the Chef Saint's sentiment towards this bowl of noodles is even higher than the two delicacies prepared by the Golden Chef's Spoon!"
There were still some busybodies with good cultivation around who started to comment.
"call out!"
At this moment, a burly and strong figure appeared in front of Zong Shen.
Everyone was shocked and kowtowed immediately.
"Meet the Master of Cooking!"
It turned out that the visitor was the will left behind by the Chef Saint.
He is revered as the ancestor of chefs by the creatures of the small chef world!
But his appearance is different from the handsome face in the legend.
As the saying goes, nine out of ten cooks are strong.
It seems that even the best chefs cannot escape this rule.
He said nothing and looked down at the three dishes on the table.
His eyes only glanced at the first two dishes before they locked onto the bowl of noodles cooked by Zong Shen himself.
He actually reached out and picked it up, smelling the fragrance first.
A wave of sad memories flooded my heart.
The memories of his childhood kept coming to his mind, and he couldn't help but indulge in them.
When I was a child, before I started practicing cultivation, life was difficult and my days were hard.
But with his parents by his side, he was carefree and it was the happiest time of his life.
It is also a time that is difficult to go back to.
The world has changed so much that the place where he lived back then has probably disappeared long ago.
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