Chapter 1
Those who can participate in the final selection all have something good.
Not to mention the exaggerated exclamations from outside the venue, such as "Isn't this the young master of XX restaurant?" and "That is the youngest daughter of XX famous chef?", the performance of the contestants on the venue alone was enough to make Jiang Qi doubt whether this scripted world was a real ancient one or an ancient version of "The Cooking Master Boy".
Cut the white radish into slices as thin as a cicada's wing, have the slices draw a perfect arc in the air and then fall accurately into the plate and stack together. Is this possible in real life?
With a flash of cold light from the kitchen knife, a whole chicken was cut into eight pieces in a flash. The chicken legs, chicken wings, and chicken breasts were all sorted and laid out. Is this possible in real life?
The tofu was cut so fast that the knife left afterimages. A small piece of tofu was cut into 15,000 threads, each thin enough to thread a needle. This is something that can happen in reality... Hey, this is something that can really happen in reality.
Isn’t this Wensi tofu?
Jiang Qi was deeply moved to finally see a normal contestant. He quickly ran to the female contestant and stared closely at her hand movements.
After cutting the 3 tofu blocks into shreds, the unnamed contestant scooped out the scattered shreds from the clean water, drained them and placed them on the chopping board.
A cold light flashed, and when Jiang Qi could see clearly, the tofu that was originally scattered on the chopping board had been tied up by bean sprouts into a shed phoenix with its wings spread.
ahzww
Jiang Qi:?
Is this possible in reality?
This script should not be classified as food, but fantasy.
A phoenix with its feathers shed that suddenly appeared naturally attracted the attention of the crowd, and a knowledgeable onlooker exclaimed, "The phoenix is calling for spring!"
"It's actually Phoenix Singing in Spring, this is the unique skill of the Wei family in Quzhou. Could this girl be Wei Ruyue, the only daughter of the Wei family?!"
Jiang Qi turned his head and looked at Wei Ruyue. Unexpectedly, it was such a coincidence that this person was the protagonist of the book he was reading.
Wei Ruyue was making the tail feathers of the phoenix. She cut cucumber and carrot into strips, dipped them in starch and stuck them on the tail of the phoenix. After just ten minutes, the phoenix that had lost its hair became quite lively. Wei Ruyue used other vegetables for decoration, cut a small circle out of the pumpkin and slowly carved it. Jiang Qi watched for two minutes and found that she was carving the eyes of the phoenix.
The most important thing when transforming into a dragon is to add eyes to the painting, and the same goes for the phoenix.
Wei Ruyue's dishes attracted the attention of most people in the audience. Even Huang Fugui was attracted by Wei Ruyue. He walked closer to observe the phoenix made by Wei Ruyue and marveled at it.
The male contestant of the same age as Wei Ruyue standing behind her saw her actions clearly. He snorted with disdain, whispered something about her trying to attract attention, and continued with his work.
Jiang Qi looked at the male contestant and found that he also had extraordinary knife skills.
Although there were no overly exaggerated movements, the shredded vegetables and meat were all of the same thickness, and the cutting was quick and steady, showing that he had real skills.
In a sense, watching someone cook is no different from watching someone paint; the process is both extremely enjoyable.
A skilled chef creates art just like a painter paints a picture, not to mention that these chefs all have some fantasy touch to their work.
Jiang Qi wanted to see how many dishes would be glowing when they came out of the pot.
Gradually, Jiang Qi became obsessed with her.
When the youngest boy in the audience, who looked less than ten years old, stretched the noodles as smoothly and spectacularly as an artistic gymnast performing the ribbon dance, Jiang Qi began to seriously think about whether there really are chefs in this world.
Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why this group of people made cooking feel like cultivating immortals.
The spectators inside and outside the venue were as feasting their eyes as Jiang Qi. Huang Fugui even forgot that he was the host of the final and ran to the stone circle to ask the spectators outside what dishes the contestants were cooking.
"The girl in black clothes chopping stuffing is Cao Sanniang. She owns the most famous steamed bun shop in the capital. I ate there when I went to Beijing two years ago. The beef buns there were absolutely amazing." These were the onlookers.
"It's really extraordinary, so amazing!" This is Huang Fugui.
"How can a mere bun seller make such flowers? Do you know who the youngest one is? That's Zhou Yuchu's youngest son! Zhou Yuchu's pastry making skills are so superb that all the empresses in the palace praise him highly. Although his youngest son is only nine years old, he has already inherited some of Zhou Yuchu's skills. The gods all like young geniuses. I think Zhou Yuchu's youngest son will definitely win this time!" This person is another onlooker.
"Wow, that's awesome." This is Huang Fugui.
"Who are you? Have you ever eaten Zhou Yuchu's dim sum? You are talking here about it. What kind of dishes can a young boy make? Do you see the uncle in the innermost? He is Wang Yidao, a famous chef in Xuzhou! He has been famous in Xuzhou since he was 17 years old. He will definitely win the championship this time!" This person is the third onlooker.
"A famous chef, very awesome." It can be heard that Huang Fugui is short of adjectives.
Soon, the outside area turned into a scene of fans bickering. Fans of each contestant were arguing fiercely, and only Huang Fugui kept praising them. No matter who was being talked about, he would exclaim that they were amazing.
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Wei Ruyue was the first to finish the dish.
The Phoenix Singing in Spring that she made should be considered a cold dish. It looks very beautiful. The phoenix feathers are made of shredded vegetables. After being poured with her secret transparent sauce, they come to life in the sunlight. From a distance, it really looks like a phoenix about to spread its wings and fly.
The outstanding appearance of the dish is naturally a plus. When Huang Fugui saw Wei Ruyue raise her hand to indicate that she was done, he couldn't wait to go forward to take a look. He walked around the Phoenix carefully and exclaimed in praise.
"Amazing, so amazing! There is such a skilled knife artist in the world who can make the phoenix look just like the one drawn by the artist." Huang Fugui didn't even dare to get close to Fenghuang Mingchun.
"Mr. Huang, how about this dish..." Wei Ruyue asked.
Huang Fugui clapped his hands, and two servants came up, carefully picked up the Fenghuang Mingchun and walked towards Weixianlou.
"This dish will naturally be brought to Weixianlou for the old chef to taste. I'll have someone take you, Miss Wei, to the rest area to wait and have some tea. When everyone's dishes are finished, the results will naturally be announced. I'll go to Weixianlou to inform them first, Miss Wei, please go ahead."
Wei Ruyue nodded and followed the servant to the rest area.
There is still half an incense stick of time left.
Jiang Qi looked at the dishes of each contestant, and none of them looked like food that could be made by humans.
There is a lotus bud made of various vegetables. According to the onlookers, it needs to be poured with chicken soup when eating, and the bud blooms as it is poured. It is a fairyland food.
There is a black mass of delicious devilish food that is said to be extremely delicious and contains three kinds of meat: pork, beef, and mutton.
Even the buns are so perfect in every fold that it is said that eating them is like seeing a peerless beauty in the flesh.
There is no human world.
When the time of 4 incense sticks was up, no matter whether it was finished or not, the chefs present stopped what they were doing with great competition ethics. Even if it was a semi-finished product, Huang Fugui asked the servant to take it to Weixianlou.
"Everyone." Huang Fugui struck the gong and drum again, and the whole place was silent. He then continued, "The competition is over. As for the result, Mr. Cooking God will have his own prediction, and you will all know it soon. It's getting late now, so why don't you all go home and have lunch."
Huang Fugui said this, and Jiang Qi noticed that the competition was actually held in the morning. The competition lasted for two hours, and it was noon now, the sun was blazing, and in half an hour it would be lunch time.
After hearing what Huang Fugui said, the onlookers cooperated and dispersed, still excitedly talking about the grand occasion of the game.
All the contestants on the field have come to the rest area. Huang Fugui walked to the rest area, shook hands with everyone, and then said with a smile: "Masters, Mr. Kitchen God invites you to Weixianlou."
Wei Ruyue stood up first, obviously confident in her work today: "Let's go."
Everyone followed Huang Fugui into Weixianlou.
There are eight tables on the first floor of Weixianlou, with 30 bowls of steaming vegetable noodles on 32 seats.
The noodles were very simple, with freshly stretched white noodles, two small green vegetables, and a perfectly cooked, soft-boiled egg on top that turned yellow when poked with chopsticks. There was nothing else.
Compared with the dishes made by everyone just now, these 30 bowls of vegetable noodles were simply pitifully simple.
Everyone was surprised and confused, but they still sat down at Huang Fugui's gesture and looked at the vegetable noodles in front of them somewhat helplessly.
Jiang Qi was also a little confused. What did this mean?
Rewards for participating?
"Excuse me, where is Mr. Kitchen God?" Wang Yidao, the oldest among the group, asked carefully, "Can we announce the results now?"
"I am the God of Cooking." Huang Fugui said with a smile.
Everyone in the room was shocked.
Not only were the people present speechless with shock, Jiang Qi also didn't expect that Huang Fugui was the God of Cooking.
Anyway, Huang Fugui's reaction during the competition just now, as if everything was new to him, really didn't seem like a chef.
Huang Fugui had already guessed the reactions of everyone present. No matter whether their first reaction was surprise, joy or questioning, he just smiled and looked at everyone, with the same expression from beginning to end.
"When I was young, I was just a peddler who went from street to street, earning a little money by selling goods. My wife worked as a maid in a wealthy family, and there was no one to take care of my son. So I would make a bowl of vegetable noodles for my son before going out every day, and buy him an egg when I had some spare money."
"Later, I was lucky enough to meet a noble man who made me rich and I became a wealthy man. My son's favorite dish is still the vegetable noodles I make.
I have been making vegetable noodles for my son for more than 20 years. Now I make it not only for my son but also for my grandson. There is no special skill in making this noodle. As you can see, it is just a bowl of ordinary egg noodles. "
"Six years ago, the son of a restaurant owner in town got into trouble and needed money urgently, so I bought his restaurant. I originally wanted to leave it there and wait for him to have money before buying it back. But one day, I suddenly felt that it was a waste to leave such a big restaurant alone, so I changed the name to Weixianlou and opened it.
When we first opened the restaurant, we couldn’t find a chef, so I took charge myself. I only knew how to make vegetable noodles, so Weixianlou only sells vegetable noodles.”
"Strangely, every customer who ate the noodles praised them highly, and gradually my reputation spread. I had been keeping a low profile just to avoid trouble, but I didn't expect my reputation to spread further and further, and in the end I was even considered a cooking god."
"You are all culinary geniuses from Kyushu. I have just witnessed your skills, which are far better than mine. I, Huang Fugui, can only cook one vegetable noodle dish, so I am not worthy of the title of culinary god, and I cannot teach you anything. If I really have to say something, it is that every time I cook noodles, I will think of the way my son and grandson eat noodles. When I was still a peddler, no matter how hard or tired I was, I would not feel any pain or tiredness when I thought of my son."
"So, I, Huang Fugui, would like to ask you all to do me a favor and help me keep the secret that I am the God of Cooking. I have passed on the secret of making noodles to you all. From today on, you are all the descendants of the God of Cooking. Huang would like to thank you all here."
Everyone was stunned when they heard Huang Fugui's words. Only Cao Sanniang asked, "I heard that Weixianlou was only open before lunch time at the beginning. Why is that?"
"Well." Huang Fugui smiled embarrassedly, "It's because my little grandson likes to eat the vegetable noodles I make, so I have to rush home to make them for him at noon."
Cao Sanniang was also stunned.
"Any questions?"
No one said anything.
Huang Fugui bowed to everyone and said, "Everyone, I have to go home to cook noodles for my young grandson, so I'll take my leave now."
"Please try the vegetable noodles that made Huang famous. If they are cold, they will not taste good."
A flash of white light passed by.
Jiang Qi returned to reality.
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