Braised lion head is one of the most popular dishes in the Jiangnan area. Almost every restaurant has this dish. The more common the dish is, the more you want to make a unique and delicious dish, the more you will be able to be a chef.

If you take other dishes, Qingxi may be nervous, but Lion Head is her father’s favorite dish during his lifetime. Qingxi has seen a lot since she was a child. She still remembers every step of her father making Lion Head. Lion Head is also the first famous dish she mastered after learning to cook.

Put the crabs into the steamer, and then start cutting the meat. The pork ribs are topped with 70% lean meat and three% fat, and cut them finely and thickly.

Qingxi's hands were white and small, and his fingers were as delicate as green onions. No matter how you look, they should be a pair of pampered hands. However, the sixteen-year-old girl used the kitchen knife and made quick and skillful movements. She was not familiar with the two masters next to her who had been working in the restaurant for 20 or 30 years. The delicate flowers and the rough and roughness of the flowers were concentrated. Before she knew it, more and more people were watching on Xu Qingtang.

The praises of the people came to my ears one after another. Old Mrs. Xu no longer felt proud of the first game. She stood in the front row, observing her granddaughter's craftsmanship, while nervously paying attention to the crowd around her, for fear that another trouble would appear. Tofu could be carved together in a short time, and cooking dishes from processing ingredients to cooking in the pot was taken. If something went wrong in this game, no matter how prepared the granddaughter was, she would not be able to reverse the failure.

The meat filling was cut and seasoned. Qingxi held the edge of the iron basin with one hand, grabbed the meat filling with the other and threw it down hard. This not only squeezed out the air in the filling, but also made the meat filling tight and not loose, but also made it better seasoned. After falling ten times, thin beads of sweat appeared on Qingxi's smooth forehead, and his fair face also had light pink with newly bloomed peach blossoms.

"This child is so handsome, he is good-looking and knows how to cook. If any young man can marry her, it will be a blessing for three lifetimes."

When Gu Huaixiu, wearing a long gown, squeezed into the front row bit by bit from the crowd, an old lady with gray hair next to her suddenly sighed. When Gu Huaixiu heard this, her eyes fell on the girl opposite who was concentrating on cooking again. She began to put a lion's head into the oil pan. A ball of meat filling was alternately rolling around in the white little hands. As she shook it, she became a round meat ball. She was watched by so many people. The girl was calm and calm, with only the oil pan in her eyes. Her professional and serious attitude was more attractive than her beautiful face.

Gu Huaixiu couldn't help but see it.

In front of him was Mrs. Xu. Old Mrs. Xu also heard the praises from her neighbors to her granddaughter. She smiled and was about to get to know her. However, when she turned around, she saw the tall man behind her. Mrs. Gu, who has become famous recently in Hangzhou, likes to wear black suits and sunglasses, and everyone knows it. So when she first saw this man wearing a long gown and a black hat, Old Mrs. Xu almost didn't recognize her, but Gu Huaixiu's pair of sunglasses and handsome and indifferent chin under the sunglasses suddenly evokes Old Mrs. Xu's memories of Mrs. Gu.

Old Mrs. Xu frowned and looked under her sunglasses secretly, trying to determine whether it was Gu Huaixiuzhen who came or she was dazzled.

Gu Huaixiu retracted his attention the moment Mrs. Xu recognized him.

Facing the complicated gaze of Mrs. Xu, Gu Huaixue pointed to the outside of the crowd and signaled Mrs. Xu to go out to talk with him.

Old Mrs. Xu once questioned Gu Huaixiu's character, but she never thought Gu Huaixiu would come to her for irrelevant trivial matters.

After Gu Huaixiu made his gesture, he walked out. Old Mrs. Xu only thought for a few seconds before whispering to her daughter-in-law next to her: "Look at Yuxi, Yunxi, I'll go outside for some breath."

My mother-in-law is destined, and Lin Wanyin responds immediately.

Old Mrs. Xu asked her maid Chunyu to open the way, and she followed behind and squeezed out of the crowd with great difficulty.

Gu Huaixiu was waiting for her in a corner not far away, alone.

Old Mrs. Xu asked Chunyu to wait in place, and she went to the meeting alone.

Gu Huaixiu didn't delay Mrs. Xu for much time. In less than three minutes, Mrs. Xu came back. Chunyu saw that the old lady's face turned pale but her eyes were so bright that it was as if she was suppressing some strong emotions. She couldn't help asking.

Old Mrs. Xu shook her head and asked Chunyu to continue to open the way for her. Chunyu was very sensible and went to squeeze in obediently.

Old Mrs. Xu stood next to her daughter-in-law again and saw that the four lion heads in Qingxi pot had been taken out, washed the casserole and prepared the soup. The little girl was steadily and orderly, step by step. Old Mrs. Xu looked at her granddaughter, and what she thought about was Gu Huaixiu's words. After she was distracted, Old Mrs. Xu looked at the kitchen counter of the Luo family Fanghe Tower. Old Mrs. Luo was also preparing soup. Her chef's demeanor was incomparable to a newcomer like Qingxi.

Old man!

Old Mrs. Xu cursed in her heart hatefully.

Qingxi knew nothing about his grandmother's hatred. He looked at the heat wholeheartedly and simmered it on the low heat. When the time came, it was out of the pot.

A quarter of an hour later, the county magistrate and ten judges came to appreciate and comment. In the second game, three of the ten chefs selected, and each judge had two red envelopes. In the end, the three chefs who received the most red envelopes would advance to the finals.

Ten braised lion heads have similar colors. Some of the soups are bright red, some of which are slightly lighter; some are served with vegetables, some are made with cucumbers or fine green onions; some are made with nine meatballs, and the least one is made.

After reading the color, the judges began to taste it.

The county magistrate was in the front line. After tasting the first four families, he came to Qingxi.

Qingxi clenched his hand quietly, with a confident smile on his face.

Her lion head was dressed in a large white porcelain plate, and the soup and lion head were lighter than those of other companies, but each lion head was ordered with a touch of golden crab roe, and the color of the whole dish became more elegant and noble, diluting the greasy feeling of the lion head.

The county magistrate nodded, picked up the chopsticks and peeled off a piece of meat. The seemingly tight meatballs were easy to peel off, and it did not destroy the tightness of the remaining part. The chopsticks were raised, and the lion head smelled attractive. It almost melted in the mouth when put into the mouth, oily but not greasy, and had a special umami flavor.

The county magistrate who had eaten four plates of lion heads tasted it carefully and smiled and said, "Did you put crab meat?"

Qingxi flattered a little: "You are so awesome. I only put a little crab meat and you can taste it."

When the county magistrate was praised by a young and beautiful girl, the county magistrate smiled even more kindly and couldn't help but snatch it again.

Qingxi was secretly happy. This was the first time the county magistrate had eaten two bites in a row.

"Do you try this soup again?" Seeing that the county magistrate was about to go to the next house after eating the meat, Qingxi took the initiative to invite him.

The county magistrate looked at her, stood up again, and scooped a spoonful of soup.

After a spoonful of food, the county magistrate kept his eyes down and raised his eyes for a while and exclaimed: "This soup is so fresh, how did the girl cook it?"

Qingxi took out two clean bowls, scooped one bowl from the bucket prepared by the restaurant association, and then scooped one bowl from the bucket she brought with her, asking the county magistrate to tell the taste.

"This bowl of sweet and refreshing is the spring water of our Yuequan?" The county magistrate is also a person who is very good at enjoying life. The water used to make tea at home is also taken from Yuequan and tasted it in one bite.

Qingxi nodded with a smile.

"It's so wonderful to make soup with spring water!" The county magistrate praised three wonderful things, and then moved to the next house.

After two rounds of voting, there were a total of twenty votes. Qingxi won six votes, tied for the first place in the second round with Mr. Luo. Master Zhao ranked third with four votes. Du Erye of Fuman's family only got three votes. Therefore, this year's Xiucheng Chef Competition will be competed by Xu Qingtang and Fanghe Tower, and the famous Fuman's family missed the final.

Mr. Du was very arrogant. Before the scene, he encouraged Qingxi in the tone of an elder, and then joked with Mr. Luo as his peers. Master Zhao: "You two must not underestimate the enemy. Now the younger generation is getting more and more powerful. I have lost. If you two have any good things, you guys will show it out quickly and don't hide it."

Lao Luo smiled: "I'm happy if I lose. Xiucheng's cooking skills have successors. We old men can retire with confidence."

According to the rules, Qingxi should be modest, but she could not bear Mr. Luo's hypocrisy, so she just pretended not to hear it and bowed her head to coax her happy sister Yunxi.

After another ten-minute break, the emcee announced that the third round of the competition began, and the three chefs will compete with their specialty dishes.

Mr. Luo made the "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea" he created this year for the Chef God Competition. The ingredients include sea, land, air, and also have to shape the Eight Immortals. It is very skillful in knife skills and cumbersome procedures. Therefore, even though he is very curious about Qingxi's dishes, Mr. Luo still didn't look at Qingxi at all, and was concentrating on his own ingredients. As the president of Xiucheng's most famous restaurant association, Mr. Luo started participating in the competition at the age of sixteen. Over the past few decades, he can really treat the competition as his own kitchen and will never be affected. Even though he is extremely eager for the reputation of the Chef God to return to himself again.

The chef god who was awarded many times was snatched away by the young and energetic Xu Wangshan. This time, Mr. Luo vowed to regain his glory.

Master Zhao also wanted to be the chef god, and he also tried all his best.

Both of them have very complicated dishes, and they try their best to show their exquisite cooking skills. Compared with them, Qingxi is simply like making a home-cooked dish.

The ingredients for the last dish were prepared by the chefs themselves. Qingxi brought fresh beef ribs. After washing them, Dangdangdang cut them into half a palm-long squares, and then put them in boiling boiling water, plus fennel, chili, ginger, garlic, Codonopsis and other Chinese herbal seasonings. After finishing their work, the pot covers and starts to cook with a warm heat.

Mr. Luo and Master Zhao were still processing the ingredients. Qingxi cleaned up the table and sat on the bench and waited silently.

She looked at the fire and seemed to be unable to hear everyone's comments. Old Mrs. Xu was worried about her granddaughter. She didn't know what this dish was. She had asked her granddaughter countless times before, but the little girl just refused to say it.

"Grandmother, sister is crying."

Old Mrs. Xu lowered her head and wiped her sweat. Yunxi suddenly leaned over and said in a low voice.

Old Mrs. Xu was shocked and looked up. Sure enough, she saw two lines of tears hanging on her granddaughter's rosy face being roasted by the stove. The little girl seemed to have not noticed it, and she was still staring at the fire blankly.

Qingxi has a gentle appearance. She was busy all the time before, and everyone was attracted by her cooking skills. Now Qingxi is sitting there quietly, crying silently, like pear blossoms with rain. The people finally focused on her beauty again. The pitiful girl, the men felt pity when they saw it, and the women were also moved.

On the square, it suddenly became quiet.

Qingxi was shocked and saw everyone looking at her. Qingxi touched her face blankly. After reacting, she wiped her tears quickly and smiled apologetically at everyone.

After stewing for an hour, Qingxi lifted the lid of the pot and placed the fragrant stew on one side of the white porcelain plate, and placed the green coriander on the other side, and specially selected thin strips.

Mr. Luo and Master Zhao have also finished cooking one after another.

The judges moved over and each of them held a red envelope.

Master Luo’s Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea are vivid and vivid, with all colors, fragrance and taste, and the county magistrate gave him high praise.

Master Zhao's dragon and phoenix are auspicious and attractive in color. Unfortunately, with Master Luo's Eight Immortals in front of him, his dragon and phoenix are slightly inferior.

In terms of color and material, Qingxi's coriander steak...

The county magistrate likes Qingxi very much, but this time, he was embarrassed. Although the steak is extremely tender and has a hint of spicy flavor in the sweet fragrance, it makes people feel salivating and tastes unique, but from the perspective of ingredients and skills, it is all Mr. Luo's outstanding. As the saying goes, the layman watches the excitement, and he really votes for Qingxi, the people will definitely say that he is unfair.

Mr. Ren touched his beard and asked Qingxi: "What is the name of this dish?"

After hearing this, Qingxi glanced at her family who was close to her. After calming down for a moment, she slowly explained in the expectation of everyone: "This dish is called 'Cuncao Chunhui', which is taken from the poet Meng Jiao's 'Who says that the heart of a child can repay the three Chunhui'. The main ingredient is beef because..."

Speaking of this, her voice was a little choked. Mr. Ren was a great scholar in the city. He had already understood Qingxi's intention. He sighed and continued to explain for Qingxi: "In "Zuo Zhuan·Sixth Year of Ai Gong", Duke Jing of Qi was very fond of his youngest son Yan Ruzi in the Spring and Autumn Period. Yan Ruzi was so playful that he asked Duke Jing of Qi to bite one end of the rope. He led the other end and pulled Duke Jing of Qi to run. While running, Yan Ruzi suddenly fell down. Duke Jing of Qi was not prepared and his teeth were pulled off by the rope. Yan Ruzi was so scared that he cried. Duke Jing of Qi didn't care about his pain and ran over to comfort his son. He said he didn't feel any pain at all. From then on, the ox was used to describe the love of his parents for his children."

Everyone was silent.

Qingxi wiped away the tears of Xinxia and said, "My father loved the kitchen all his life. This dish is made to commemorate my father, which means that his father is kind and filial to his son."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, the onlookers suddenly applauded at the same time. The applause was for Qingxi and for the deceased chef Xu Wangshan.

Amid the applause, the ten judges and six of them handed over the red envelopes that symbolized voting to Qingxi.

Amid the applause, Qingxi was invited by the county magistrate to the front, and as a new chef god, he took over the plaque of chef gods issued by Xiucheng Restaurant Association.

Amid the applause, Old Mrs. Xu staggered to the county magistrate and knelt down with tears in her eyes.

For a moment, the noisy square was silent.

"Old lady, are you?" the county magistrate asked Old Lady Xu in confusion.
Chapter completed!