How much does this meat, this duck cost? Can ordinary people eat it? A disgusting smell! Rotten meat! Stinky duck! I bah!" The loud old man spitted the soup on the ground with a mouthful of meat, and looked at the fat and thin guys fiercely. Aso touched his head and said in confusion: "Senior Brother, why is this?"

"How much does this duck cost? How much does this bowl of broth cost?" the old man asked.

Fat Liu said with a tough bullet: "This duck takes ten rare duck species in the north and south, and there are also a century-old ginseng. Polygonum multiflorum increases its nutrients, which is about 100 gold." Skinny Zhu also said that this meat takes the essence of dozens of piglets, about this price. The old man with loud voice snorted angrily: "Ordinary people save money in a month, only half a tael of silver. Do you expect ordinary people to spend more than ten years to eat this dish? Get out! Get out! I, Shizuka Tower, can't afford a chef who only cooks for the rich!"

The two retreated in a mess, not daring to have any dissatisfaction with the loud old man. Zhou Gan quietly pulled Su Cha's sleeve: "Who is this old man? Why is he so weird?" Su Cha, who was originally verbal, simply closed his mouth and said nothing.

Next, the chefs showed their magical powers, such as jumping cooking techniques, flying cutting techniques, and slaughtering cattle cooking skills... and the food utensils used were ordinary things, which made them even more superb. In the end, only three people passed the test, Liu Peng, the successor of Shu cuisine, Su Cha, the chef of Tianxiangju, Lao Guo, the young cooking expert, and Zhou Gan, who had overluck, had a total of four people.

"You are all famous chefs. I believe you also know that the so-called four basics of the chef are the most basic skills of the chef," Zhang Fu said loudly: "Knife, eyes, side dishes, creativity, the next second test is to test you with these four methods!"

"There are ordinary white-skinned radishes on this table. You can slice them with my Jingxianglou kitchen knife, and compare them with thickness and size!"

The four of them looked at each other. Not to mention a chef who was not skilled in cutting radishes, even an ordinary person could cut it well. But as soon as he got the kitchen knife, several people were speechless. There were seven or eight gaps on the blade alone, and the thickness from the handle to the tip of the knife was different. Can this kind of kitchen knife really cook?

Zhou Gan picked up the white-skinned radish and tried to cut it. A slice of radish was cut into diced radish. The kitchen knife was blunt and heavy, and it made a thud on the chopping board. Zhou Gan looked around and several chefs were cutting the white-skinned radish awkwardly. Zhou Gan shook his head and thought of an idea-

"Okay! Everyone!" Zhang Fu estimated the time and nodded.

Zhang Fu, Aso and the old man with loud voice looked at the finished products of the four people. First, they looked at the first three. Although kitchen knives were difficult to use, the three of them had a deep foundation after all, and the size and thickness of the radish were roughly the same. The three nodded and finally looked at Zhou Gan's knife skills.

"This carrot is cut—" Zhang Fu shook his head first, "Why is it so bad! It's okay if the thickness is different, why is it still curved?"

Aso also shook his head, leaving only the loud old man who was left with a loud voice. The old man glanced casually, and then said 'Huh', "This carrot slice--"

"What about Hei Bo?" Zhang Fu asked, Zhou Gan wondered why there was a black surname among the hundreds of families.

"These radish slices are interesting!" The old man with a loud voice pinched a few pieces of radish slices and placed them under the oil lamp. A faint light penetrated through the radish slices and was wavy.

"Sunhalo radish slices? How did you do it?" The old man with loud voice said in surprise. Even if a chef like them only had three or four times to cut into such sunhalo radish slices that had strict requirements on thickness and length. But how did Zhougan do it?

"I didn't cut along the radish pattern, but along the knife pattern." Zhou Gan explained.

"Oh? What does it mean to cut along the knife mark?" The loud old man said curiously.

"The knife has a gap and changes its thickness, like the pattern of the knife. I cut it along the pattern of the knife, so I didn't cut the radish into planes." Zhou Gan explained.

"The way to change contingency, but it's done well, and I have some ideas." The loud old man nodded.

"The following tests the way to side dishes..."

Unfortunately, Zhou Gan was not satisfied with the side dishes and eyes. In the words of the loud old man, he was only at the level of a third-rate street stall. Zhou Gan really wanted to tell you how you knew it.

"The final test is creativity! This is your ingredients, pumpkin, you can use this to make a dish, and finally decide the outcome by taste-"

Zhou Gan shook his head and hesitated to see what kind of dish can a single pumpkin be made. Looking around, the soup that had been cut into shreds and the soup that had been made in the cooking method he was good at. After all, the last round must be more conservative, and I said just now that the winner is determined by the taste.

"That's it!" Zhou Gan said to himself. Anyway, he couldn't enter the Jingxiang Tower with his ability, so he might as well do it based on his feelings.

‘Ba,b,ba!’ The sound attracted everyone’s attention. After all, Zhou Gan’s cooking skills were just showing off his might in a small north of Changzhou, and he was completely unavailable, so everyone didn’t pay much attention to him, but Zhou Gan’s actions were unexpected.

"Why is this little red guy slapping the pumpkin? What the hell?" a chef from another place wondered.

"His technique seems to be very particular," another person interrupted.

It is indeed very particular. This technique has a unique name in the martial arts world - "Secret Power Enters the Body!" is a very profound technique of using force. This technique is extremely sinister. It takes three or two days before it occurs, and then dies suddenly. Even the most experienced coroner can't be found. Zhou Gan uses the Eight Floating Clouds as the foundation and has devoted himself to practicing these days, but he has explored the way.

After the slap, Zhou Gan started a fire again, and actually put the pumpkin on it and roasted it, and occasionally turned the pumpkin over.

"The time is here! You can present the dishes."

Stir-fried pumpkin shredded pumpkin porridge, and pumpkin soup are the dishes made by the other three. They are all made by the techniques that the three of them are best at. They are average but quite attractive. It is obviously the heat and knife skills. When the soup is cooked at a certain temperature, the old man black nodded secretly. When it was Zhou Gan's turn, he only left a ball of black scorched pumpkin for the three of them. The three of them frowned almost at the same time.

"Whose disciple are you? Why can't you come here to make trouble? Are you afraid that I will come to the police yamen?" Zhang Fu said meanly.

"What's the point of this pumpkin?" The old man raised his gray eyebrows and said in a thunderous voice.

"Because there is only one pumpkin, I want to make this pumpkin by begging for the first time. Because it's my first time, I don't know how it tastes." Zhou Gan said honestly. For Zhou Gan, making these ingredients and tasting results will attract him the most. Other people's eyes are no longer in his mind. Otherwise, the disciple who is the best expert in the world will not make people laugh even more.

Zhougan tear open the pumpkin, and the golden pumpkin juice slides into the bowl. A strong aroma fills the entire kitchen. Due to Zhougan’s unique and clever power, the flesh and meat on the outside, inside and inside are mixed together, and even the seeds are made into powder by this technique, so this pure pumpkin juice is rich like a thick porridge.

"You guys can try it!" Zhou Gan said with anticipation.

The three of them looked at each other, and the old man black snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid it's not poisonous!" He raised the bowl and drank it all.

"Gudu Gudu--" Before the other two responded, Zhou Gan couldn't wait to pick up the bowl, poured the hot pumpkin juice into his mouth, smacked his lips, and another bowl came. The same was true for the old man next to him, gurgling three or four bowls, and the old man and Zhou Gan looked at each other and smiled-

"It's delicious." Zhou Gan laughed, wiped the corner of his mouth, and boasted himself bluntly.

"But in terms of taste, the very pure pumpkin juice has no purer flavor than this. It's very good! Very good! Very thoughtful!" The old man black praised with satisfaction.

"Is that true?" Aso said half-believingly, half-doubtedly, took a sip of the bowl, and praised decisively, "Not bad!"

"Hmph!" Zhang Fu pushed away the bowl in front of him disdainfully and said lightly: "Even if the pumpkin juice tastes the same as the nectar and jade liquid, his performance in the first two levels is too bad. I, Jingxianglou, will not be able to bear such a person who can only do some wonderful ideas but no foundation!"

Aso shook his head secretly after hearing this. This little disciple who likes Master Yishang the most and is the most true disciple, but some of his skills are too conceited and his aura is too narrow. In this way, the road will become narrower and narrower, let alone Master Yishang's sea of ​​embraces all rivers and is tolerant.
Chapter completed!