"Teacher, our breakfast?"

I had already seen some judges start to taste the breakfast at other booths, and some even took out the cards, and Zhou Aiguo was immediately anxious.

What is the teacher busy in the temporary kitchen? Why haven’t I seen the legendary silk ~ socks milk tea and pineapple bread yet?

"What's the hurry? Silk ~Stock milk tea is placed in the thermostat, and it will lose its smell due to temperature changes.

It will take several minutes for the pineapple bread to come out of the oven.

The competition is about three meals a day, and I am so anxious that I can’t eat hot tofu.

Why don’t you go and get some ‘yinya soup’ and a thousand-layer steamed buns?”

The soybean sprouts are used to remove the head and tail to ensure that there is no odor. The remaining middle section is called "Yindra"; this is an extremely delicate way to eat it. Legend has it that when Empress Dowager Cixi was in the dynasty of the emperor, there was a dish that hollowed out the silver sprouts and stuffed them into sauce mixed with meat and shrimps. After stir-frying, it was extremely delicious.

"No need to worry, everyone is friends, the booth is so close, I've brought the soup and steamed buns."

The chubby Yan always had a smile on his face, like a small Maitreya. He held a big soup bowl with his left hand and a bag of thousands of layers of steamed buns in his right hand, and placed it on Zhou Dong's booth: "The King of Zhou Noodles has tasted my old Yan's skills, and give me a few comments?"

Zhou Dong smiled: "Master Yan is so polite. I am a contestant today, so I have no choice."

"Look at what you said, Lao Yan, am I such a realistic person?

In my eyes, your Zhoumian King’s comments are more important than the score card.”

Yan Yi smiled and glanced at Zhou Dong's booth: "Good guy, or is it that King Zhou is calm, is the booth all empty?

But it doesn't matter, it's still early to see the outcome..."

The Chinese competition area has also started shortly after the start of the competition. Many reserved professional judges have not entered the venue yet. The public judges who entered the venue earlier have not given it for nothing. Which one is not an expert in the circle?

So although there are many breakfasts in various booths in the China Competition Zone, the judges are eating happily. If the food participating in the competition cannot completely conquer their taste buds, no matter how much you eat, the split cards can be pinched tightly.

And even if they eat, most of these experts just try it out and keep their stomachs looking for "first love".

Otherwise, the old man is still so spicy. Zhou Aiguo was so anxious that he stomped his feet when he saw the crowds gathering in front of other booths. Yan Yi and Zhou Dong knew the truth that they would not be afraid of late for a good meal.

So Lao Yan was very casual. As soon as the pot of silver sprout soup was cooked, he began to wander around leisurely. Anyway, there was a little novice monk watching at the booth.

"tasty!"

Zhou Aiguo took a sip of the soup and suddenly felt an unprecedented fresh fragrance lingering in his chest, lingering in his mind, as if even his mind had become much more enlightened because of this sip of soup.

After eating a bite of a thousand-layer steamed bun, it felt like the fresh wheat that I had eaten in Black Africa. At that time, my mother often roasted the new wheat ears on the fire, and then rubbed the freshest and sweet wheat grains for him to eat.

This first bite of wheat fragrance can actually be eaten in steamed buns, which made Zhou Aiguo think that he was dreaming, and the taste of this steamed bun is too good.

Every time I peeled off a layer, a stream of heat will come to my face with the aroma of wheat. If I throw it into the soup and eat it, even if I soak it for a long time, the taste will still remain the same, and it will not be glutinous at all...

"Yes, Master Yan is a serious handmade thousand-layer steamed bun. It is important to gradually add water when kneading the dough, from hard to hard!

You can't use a lever to press it, you have to rely on your hand strength. It seems that Master Yan is not only good at cooking, but also has a simple skill in his hands... "

Zhou Dong held a small bowl filled with some "yin sprout soup", took a sip of the soup, and ate a sip of steamed buns, and nodded slightly and said, "When you mix the noodles with a thousand layers of steamed buns, you are not allowed to see softness. If it is just a kind of wheat noodles, it is easy to deal with, but Master Yan used seven kinds of noodles? It is quite difficult to mix the noodles!

These seven types of noodles are... Haha, I was not as luxurious as you when I made Goubuli buns. I even used Yongliang noodles produced in the Hetao area. Didn’t the people from the Food Management Office of the Competition Organizing Committee jump on their feet?"

"The King of Zhou Noodles is the King of Zhou Noodles. It turns out that the things on this noodles cannot be hidden from you. Please comment on my bowl of soup?"

Yan Yi's face changed slightly. The Yongliang No. 4 he used was one of the best flours in China.

However, this kind of flour is very similar to ordinary sweet powder. Once the product is finished, he may not be able to tell it. Unexpectedly, Zhou Dong could tell it after eating a piece of steamed bun. Can this guy's tongue still have something that humans can have?

"Master Yan's bowl of soup can be called Salmon's No. vegetarian soup!

Not only does it deeply integrate the theory of monks who reveal themselves and appear, but it is born into the world,

Moreover, those precious materials: such as matsutake and morel, although they are all called "Su Zhongxian", they become Wen Yang ministers and assistants in the hands of Master Yan, and do not distract themselves from their own hearts. This is like a master of monks who has witnessed countless temptations in the world, but still does not change their original intentions.

So this bowl of soup should be the true teachings of Master Lingyin Temple?

But in my opinion, Master Yan already has his own insights. Master Yan is making soup, but isn’t he seeking the truth?”

Yan Yi's face turned solemn when he heard this, he put away his smile and looked like Maitreya was about to touch him when someone clapped his hands and giggled, "Zhou Dong, you said so well. Can I write this passage into the article?"

Yan Yi frowned without realizing it. After seeing the person who was speaking clearly, he immediately smiled again: "It turned out to be Mr. Yi and Mr. Dong, girl Qing, are you here too?"

Standing in front of Zhou Dong’s booth was Yi Zhiyu and Dong Qishen.

Lin Qing stood behind the two old men and was smiling and whispering to the man Huailiang beside him.

Seeing her eyes constantly sweeping around the booth, she should be discussing with Huailiangren, why didn’t Zhou Dong put breakfast on the booth, just a few empty cups?

"Silk~Stocks milk tea and pineapple bread?

Boy Zhou, what do you do with these things? No matter how good you are, it is fast food, which is not in line with your identity!”

Yi Zhiyu's eyes swept across the sign next to the booth and was suddenly disappointed.

He had a plane last night. Because he arrived late, he just had a random meal in the hotel. This morning he didn't eat anything, so he was going to Zhou Dong for a full meal.

Not to mention the unforgettable braised firewood that I thought about for a long time, at least there must be a Goubuli, egg cakes, etc.?

If it really doesn't work, he can deal with the bowl of green lotus root and jade porridge, but who would have thought that the breakfast Zhou Dong used to participate in the competition today was actually silk ~ socks milk tea and pineapple bread.

Although these two are also famous foods in Xiangjiang, in Yizhiyu's opinion, this is fast food, and it is a sweet mouth that he doesn't like very much. What else can he do?

Dong Qishen was much more kind than him, gave him a wink and whispered: "Lao Yi, can you be quieter? Please consider whether your compatriots in Xiangjiang are in a good mood? What's wrong with silk ~ milk tea and pineapple bread? It's the same delicious food when prepared!"

"Xiao Dong, I think you don't follow the situation and it's useless to whisper, I've heard it!

Haha, this is Yi Zhiyu, the famous Yi Zhiyu in the Kyoto Qinxing circle?

You are not afraid of the wind and your tongue flashing!

Silk ~ Socks milk tea and pineapple bread are fast food? I’m afraid you can’t even make these fast foods well!

It’s true that the ignorant is not afraid!”

"Haha, who is this?"

Yi Zhiyu smiled coldly and looked at the person talking.

I saw an old man with a beard, a suit and ties, an English top hat, and a civilized stick in his hand.

Judging from the old man's age, I'm afraid he's nearly ninety years old. It's not a big deal to call Dong Qishen and say little Dong.

"who I am?

Haha, you Yizhiyu is also the number one figure in China's Qinxing. Have you never heard of the name of Xiangjiang's "Poison Dragon King"?"
Chapter completed!