Life is a Game

While chopping the chicken, Jiang Feng faintly smelled the aroma from the steamer, and when he lifted the lid, it was almost done. Use a toothpick to poke a row of small holes in the plastic wrap, cover the pot and turn to low heat to steam.

Minced chicken needs patience, the thinner the better, in fact, it can be minced directly with a cooking stick, but the effect of minced chicken is naturally not as good as that cut with a sharp knife. The tofu hasn't been steamed yet, and Jiang Feng still has time. It's only been 20 minutes now, and no one has finished it, so Jiang Feng doesn't need to be too nervous.

After another five minutes of fine chopping, the egg tofu in the pot was steamed and ready to be taken out of the pot. Jiang Feng put the tofu in the bowl aside to cool, put less oil in the pot, and started frying the chicken. While frying the chicken, put the onion, ginger, and garlic until fragrant. After the completion, quickly shovel out the large pieces of ginger and garlic in the pot, put the rest of the ingredients in the pot and fry slowly over medium heat, add a little water, cover the pot, and wait for the water to boil over low heat .

Jiang Feng saw that someone had already done it.

Turn the bowl upside down on the cutting board, cut the egg tofu into even cubes, and discard the corners. Jiang Feng put the light yellow egg tofu into the plate, and waited quietly for the soup in the pot to boil .

The soup in the pot boiled in less than two minutes. Jiang Feng didn't add much water. If he added more eight-treasure tofu, it would be easy to cook eight-treasure tofu soup. Pour the egg tofu into the pot, season and thicken in one step.

The dishes were already out of the pot. Jiang Feng observed them and roughly estimated that no more than ten people had finished them, so there was plenty of time to arrange them. After two games, Jiang Feng's plate-setting skills have been greatly improved. In addition, when the store is not busy, he will be bored to plate the eight-treasure tofu. Naturally, his movements are very skillful.

Because it is placed in a bowl, the area of ​​the plate is not large. Put all the carrots and bury them in the bottom, and put all the peas in a circle around the bowl. Inside the peas is a circle surrounded by mushrooms. Inside the mushrooms are ham sausages Inside the intestines is chicken, and inside the chicken is tofu, which is very layered. Finally, stir it with chopsticks to make the various colors blend to a certain extent. Jiang Feng looked at the eight-treasure egg tofu in the bowl with satisfaction, and praised himself.

A work of art!

Then raise your hand to indicate that you are done.

The staff brought the dishes to the judges, pointed Jiang Feng in a direction and told him to rest there and wait for the result.

The rest area is just behind the fountain in the square, so you can't see the game because of the fountain.

Jiang Feng noticed that the number of onlookers outside the arena had decreased a lot, and the old man who ate fritters had already left. After all, cooking is not as highly watchable and entertaining as singing and dancing. Without TV clips, configurations, narration and passionate bgm, cooking is actually nothing to watch.

It’s not just watching where, it’s the same when you go home and watch your mother cook.

Of course, if the chef is particularly handsome like Zhang Guanghang, who is 1.92 meters tall, has long legs, Chinese-French mixed race, young and rich, then that is another matter.

Watching this kind of chef competition is no different from watching a bully idol drama, and it is better to substitute yourself as the heroine.

Mineral water is supplied in the rest area, and there is a row of chairs. At first glance, it looks like there are seventy or eighty chairs, but there are only nine people. Wu Minqi is also there, and she seems to be watching TV with headphones on.

Noticing that Jiang Feng was coming, Wu Minqi put away her phone, took off her earphones, and asked, "Why are you doing things so slowly?"

"Eight Treasure Tofu, the tofu is made fresh, how many do I make?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I don't know, I just finished it, just before you, and the result hasn't come out yet." Wu Minqi said, "I made Long Chaoshou."

"They have chaoshou skin?" Jiang Feng didn't expect Wu Minqi to be a dragon chaoshou.

"No, but there is dough that has been fermented. I wanted to make red oil, but the red oil they prepared was not good, so I made clear soup." Wu Minqi said, "I remember that you didn't eat authentic ones during the winter vacation. Long chaoshou? I’ll make it for you when I get back home, and the oily and spicy peppers my mother sent me just arrived.”

Jiang Feng weighed the amount of chili and prickly ash that Wu Minqi used to cook in the past, roughly guessed the spiciness and numbness of her oily chili, and politely declined: "No, no, my stomach is not very tasty recently, too much spicy."

"My family's spicy oil is not spicy." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng didn't believe her nonsense. That's how she described the boiled fish that made him cry last time. He didn't believe a single punctuation mark in the nonsense of Sichuan people about whether it was spicy or not!

Jiang Feng had a serious face and a firm attitude: "It's okay if it's not spicy, I think it's better for me to eat less spicy food recently."

Seeing his firm attitude, Wu Minqi could only give up: "Then I'll make it for you when your stomach is better."

After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone, put on his earphones and continued to watch TV dramas.

"Is player No. 39 Wu Minqi here?" The staff member came over with a smile on her face. After Wu Minqi raised her hand, she walked up to her and congratulated with a smile, "Congratulations, ten red cards. Please wait patiently for the score."

The few people in the rest area all looked at Wu Minqi. She nodded to the staff and said thank you, then continued to look down at the TV.

Jiang Feng was sitting next to her and brushing the post bar, and heard her muttering in a low voice: "This dragon Chaoshou is not as good as Mapo Tofu."

Jiang Feng: ...

Wang Hao has updated again. His update frequency is already higher than that of many online writers, and his reader base is also quite impressive. There are an endless stream of people posting every day, and he even has a fan base. If Jiang Feng wanted to see the latest update, he could only click on the host to view it in reverse order. After a cursory glance, the latest update was the fried golden eggplant for the pig's knuckle qualifier.

Let the eggplant go, it's just a purple child, Wang Hao's writing directly changed the color of the eggplant.

Jiang Feng watched the latest update honestly, but it wasn't much. After two minutes, the staff just came in and said, "Excuse me, is contestant Jiang Feng on the 13th?"

Jiang Feng raised his hand.

"Congratulations, 9 red cards, please wait patiently for the scoring results." The staff said.

The score of 9 red cards was actually not bad. Jiang Feng didn't expect to be the first to advance, but he had been puzzled by a question for a few minutes and really wanted to ask the staff.

"Hello, can you tell me how you selected the ten public judges?" Jiang Feng asked.

The public judges for the first two competitions were all young and old, but this one was all young people. He didn't believe that the organizers selected people randomly.

The staff didn't expect Jiang Feng to ask this, and replied with a smile: "It's very simple, demanding, edible, and not taboo."

Jiang Feng was speechless.

The organizer is quite considerate!

I actually deliberately found ten edible ones.

Conscience in the industry!

*I am a conscientious author in the industry, you actually say water (‘⌒メ)ノ