Chapter 148 Homesickness Yangchun Noodles
His pair of clean 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 use ordinary dishes to participate in the competition?"
“Why not let the Golden Spoon cook all three courses?”
"This is too much of a joke. I'm afraid the third lamp won't light up."
There was discussion again around.
The only ones who can come here to participate in the competition are the teams from the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods who come here to seek opportunities.
There are more participating teams from the small kitchen world itself.
These people are all experts in the kitchen.
It was obvious at a glance that Zong Shen was making some ordinary dishes.
Zong Shen pretended to be oblivious to their discussions.
Knead the dough in your 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 amount 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 mediocre, even the Yiya kitchen treasure was not used.
After the water boiled for a while, he put in the noodles and let them tumble and roll in the boiling water.
He flipped his hand, took out the large white porcelain bowl he had used to drink, placed it on the table, and 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 stuff as thick as cream appeared inside.
"What's this?"
"It seems to be 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 kitchen 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 would only know how to cook lard and meat 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 with 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 green vegetables to the remaining noodle soup and blanch them 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 kitchen world have never smelled this kind of smell.
For some unknown reason, it made everyone feel nostalgic.
Then, Zong Shen took 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 taste 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 incarnation of the cooking arts of heaven and earth, a master of cooking arts from the primitive times to the ancient times!"
"How could you be interested in such a small noodle?"
"And judging by the brightness of this lantern, it seems that the Chef Saint thinks highly of this bowl of noodles, even more than the two delicacies cooked by the Golden Chef's Spoon!"
There were still some curious people with good cultivation around, who started to comment on it.
"call out!"
At this moment, a sturdy 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 person who came was the will left 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 man 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.
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, life was difficult and days were hard.
But with his parents by his side, he had no worries and it was the happiest time of his life.
It is also a time that is hard to go back to.
The world has changed dramatically, and the place where he lived back then may have disappeared long ago.
Parents and relatives also turned into dry bones.
Everything is hard to go back.
This thought actually made him shed a tear.
He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of noodles with slightly trembling hands, and stuffed it into his mouth with tears in his eyes.
The memory became even stronger.
This bowl of noodles was indeed ordinary and of no benefit to his cultivation, but it evoked his infinite homesickness.
He smiled through his tears. In fact, this is what it means to have no regrets in life.
A chef saint actually shed tears over a bowl of noodles!
Everyone around was stunned.
Today, there were so many things that shocked them.
The Will of the Chef Saint finished the meal with tears in his eyes, even drinking up all the soup.
Put down the large white porcelain bowl.
He raised his head and looked towards Zong Shen, and actually bowed slightly in salute.
"This bowl of noodles, sir, makes up for my regret."
"May I ask if this bowl of noodles has a name?"
The chef's voice is clear and melodious, and one can tell at once that he is a man of generous character and not one to fuss over small matters.
Zong Shen smiled slightly when he heard this.
"This noodle is called Nostalgic Yangchun Noodle, which is a common noodle dish in my hometown."
The chef nodded, thoughtfully.
“Homesickness for Yangchun noodles, indeed.”
"You are the winners of the chef competition this time."
"I still have the last 108 delicacies that I made back then stored in my hands. They have different effects. I can let you choose any one."
He looked at the Golden Kitchen Spoon with satisfaction, then looked back at Food is the Heaven.
After turning around again, there was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.
Seems expected.
Zong Shen was not polite.
"I want a treasure that can remove the curse. The stronger the effect, the better."
"Oh? A curse?"
The Chef Saint was a little surprised to hear Zong Shen’s request.
His divine sense swept towards Zong Shen.
After a while, he let out a long sigh.
(End of this chapter)
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