Becoming a master chef starts with raising pigs

Chapter 68

Lin Ditang made the bulky big kitchen knife look like a small silver blade. The movement was not big, and the sound of da da da was very pleasant. The slow movement of the kitchen knife was like a filament measured by a ruler, and it was lined up in rows. Gather into a small pile.

After all the ingredients were processed, Lin Ditang started a pan and heated up some oil.Slap the garlic, add seasonings, pour a whole spoonful of boiling oil on top, and with a "huh", the white smoke will disperse and the aroma will be released instantly.

A meal was cooked, and it was very lively. Lin's father and Lin's mother took Huo Nanzhou like a family, and stood at the door to watch the performance of the two of them.

"Clear the table and prepare to eat." Lin Ditang shouted.

"It's ready!" The three said in unison.

There were seven dishes on the table, six for Lin Ditang and six for Bianyuan, and the soup that Mama Lin had stewed from morning to night was also served on the table.

"Then let's have dinner." Father Lin gave the meal a head start, and Bianyuan picked up his chopsticks and started to attack the red piece of meat. She stayed with this dish from beginning to end in the kitchen, and she was almost killed. The aroma is marinated~

The piece of meat is watery, evenly covered with a layer of red soup, and the edges shrink slightly, as if all the essence has been wrapped into a small ball. The uncle's cooking is really delicate, unlike their big bosses, who are all stupid Xixi.

Bianyuan stuffed the whole piece of meat into his mouth in one gulp, making the two lumps of cheeks bulge up.

The first feeling in the mouth is satisfaction. After a whole night of smell influence, the taste buds and meat contact, the delicious moment of tasting makes her squint her eyes happily.

Then I lamented the culinary skills of my uncle, the meat in the mouth will be greasy if it is too much, and the taste of fermented bean curd will get rid of all the fishy smell, leaving only a mellow aroma, so that the fragrance of the meat will rush straight into the nasal cavity .

"It's so delicious! It's so delicious!" Bianyuan kept tinkering with his small mouth, and stuffed two mouthfuls of rice into it while chewing leisurely.

Lin Ditang looked at her with joy, this child didn't seem to have grown up.He also went to taste the dishes made by Bian Yuan, a tendon ball soup with many colors, a stir-fried clam, and a cumin-braised lamb.

The meatballs are relatively hard in the mouth, the outer skin has been fried, and it has a burnt smell, and it is very crisp when you bite it. The teeth give an external force, and they are automatically broken into two halves from a small gap. It is not like a pork product. It is a bit Like a naturally formed tendon.

Lin Ditang doubted that the ball could be played in table tennis, so he really tried it. When the light sauce-colored ball fell on the table, it bounced back so high that he was so shocked that he couldn't help it. Literally, Lin's father and Lin's mother were also surprised by the little girl's cooking skills, and they all praised her.

Then there was a long period of you complimenting me and I complimenting you. Lin Ditang felt that the mutton was extremely tender, and tasted the crunchy and delicious mutton.

A few days later, the notification for the finals came. During the past few days, Lin Ditang received invitations in various languages, saying that he wanted to exchange cooking skills with him and make progress together. They are all people and ghosts~

I am not fooled by you!

The topic of the final is - staple food.

There is no limit to the types and ingredients, as long as you can hold them, everything that flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water can be used as raw materials. Lin Ditang has not yet figured out what to do, but he can already think of a few in his mind. What dishes will the contestants from each country produce.

The ones in the island country, except those expensive raw fish, don’t think about it; the one in the west, big snails, big snails; a little further away, there are all kinds of weird pies, so what do you make yourself?

The venue for the final was in the capital, Huo Nanzhou specially asked for a few days off work, and went with him in a bundle.

The final is in a studio in the CCTV building. People of all skin colors speak various languages. Everyone is excitedly looking forward to the start of the competition. Maybe today is the opportunity to fly to the sky, or to change the family.

Zhou Qiyu and Bianyuan have arrived. Zhou Qiyu is a middle-aged man in his 50s, very gentle, like an old Confucian scholar, smiling all the time. He made an ancient dessert in the previous dessert competition. Crispy candy, dragon beard crisps, chess piece crisps, peanut crisps... have been highly praised.

If Lin Ditang is still wandering in the entertainment industry, then this time the champion of Huaxia District may be him.

Seeing Lin Ditang walking in, the two of them greeted Lin Ditang with a smile. On such an occasion, the people around couldn't understand what they said, and it was scary. Lin Ditang had a high degree of education, and he naturally had an atmosphere of a schoolmaster, like a TV set. A bright light, illuminating the hearts of two scumbags~

Zhou Qiyu took the lead to say hello: "Mr. Lin, good morning, how are you doing these days?"

Lin Ditang: "Except for a bunch of people calling and harassing, everything else is fine~ You should have received it too, and I don't know where these people got the calls from."

Bianyuan jumped up: "I know, I know, Uncle Zhou and I were also very annoyed. My master said that it was the organizer's staff who sold it! You know the glutinous rice flour incident before, that is, some staff violated the rules and left Defective products bought from relatives are fooling people."

"Then when we were processing this time, we pulled out the radish and took out the mud, and found a lot of moths in the Dietetic Association. All the materials of all our contestants were packed and sold, what a loss!"

Zhou Qiyu works as the head chef in a five-star restaurant in Youshi. He usually spends his time studying the cooking skills carefully. All the trivial things are done by his apprentices. How can he know the twists and turns? Dazed, I really don't understand how such a big association can't even manage the internal staff well.

Although the three people are different in age and social status, they hit it off because of their common love. When they were chatting in full swing, a Chinese voice that tasted like mutton skewers suddenly broke in from behind.

"Hello~Mr. Lin Ditang, I have long admired your name~"

Lin Ditang looked back, and saw a short, unattractive little boy looking at him with a smile, with a familiar light in his eyes—that was the green light he had seen countless times, when fans saw idols...

The moment Lin Ditang entered the door, Riji Okita lit up the light bulbs in his eyes. Immortal Lin Sang is even more handsome!He looks very much like the little prince in a shoujo manga~ As expected of a character who was born as a trainee, it can be called a rare face in a thousand years in mainland China...

Seeing Lin Ditang communicating with his fellow countrymen, Ritsu Okita was going to wait for a while before going up to say hello, but he waited and waited. The conversation between the three seemed to have no boundaries. He couldn't help it, and directly inserted into the conversation among.

Wow ~ Lin Sang's face is more perfect when viewed up close...

Lin Ditang was puzzled: "May I ask who you are?"

Riji Okita hurriedly introduced himself, his father regarded all the contestants as scourges, he didn't think so, why should they have to work hard to complete the achievements that the previous generation didn't achieve, he thought □□ beans!I want to sing and dance!Pinching rice balls is annoying!

"Lin Sang, may I ask why you don't want to be a star anymore? It's great, it's so glamorous, and attracts everyone's attention. If I were you, I would definitely grasp both, and become the superstar who knows how to cook~"

Lin Ditang: "..."

Lin Ditang: "I discovered the true meaning of life? Don't want to get too involved in the entertainment circle?"

Next, Riji Okita ran like a horse again, chatting about his dreams of singing and dancing. He is good at linguistics, although he has a smell of mutton skewers and some words do not match the words, but he can always express his own meaning. To express it, the three portraits of Lin Ditang are watching the dream link of the Avenue of Stars, and they have to echo a few words from time to time.

Obtaining the approval of his idol, Ritsu Okita suddenly became more energetic, wishing to give Lin Ditang a dance storm on the spot...

It was the sound of the host ringing the bell announcing that the game was about to start that persuaded him to come down.

This is the preliminaries, more than half of the [-] or [-] contestants have to be eliminated directly, time is tight, the task is heavy, and Lin Ditang stands in front of his own table to bid farewell to Riji Okita who is so reluctant to give up.

The raw materials were prepared in advance according to their requirements. After the oolong incident in the China finals, the preparations this time can be said to be extremely careful.

Even if it is a piece of sugar cube, there are fair staff and professional master chefs who carefully identify it, and count the ingredients he needs. There is no problem. Lin Ditang nodded and stood in front of the workbench.

China's food culture is extensive and profound, and the staple food can be traced back thousands of years. In the past few days, Lin Ditang has been thinking about what to do for a long time. He is not worried that he can't do it well. There are too many staple foods to choose from. .

I have been struggling between rice and noodles for a long time. Because of its long-term preservation, long-term freshness, and high acceptance by people all over the world, pasta stood out and was selected as Lin Ditang's first chef in the battle of chefs.