Each dish is a story. A dish without a story will have no soul. This is an indescribable truth, but it does exist.

Mr. Huang did not intend to continue to explain the doubts about the group, but put the braised pork belly skin downwards and into a casserole covered with auxiliary materials.

"Mr. Huang, your blanched pork belly is so fragrant. Did you use any secret recipe when blanching?" Wang Xiongxin asked with shamelessness because he was hidden in the body of the 'crocodile' and that others could not see him.

Sure enough, as soon as this statement was made, before Mr. Huang could respond, other self-media people gathered in the work area cast countless contemptuous eyes.

Is this guy crazy? Who is Mr. Huang? He is a well-deserved chef! Isn’t it normal for some of his own cooking techniques?

Wang Xiongxin naturally understood that this sentence was very explicit, but the question was that it was not what he wanted to ask, but Zhou Fei asked him to ask! What's more, after asking this sentence, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room was extremely hot, and all the viewers were lying ‘666...’.

"Brothers, if I am beaten, you have to be responsible. I risked my life for you to ask!" Wang Xiongxin put the microphone into the crocodile and muttered in a low voice.

"Brother Crocodile Don't worry, if you can learn a trick from Mr. Emperor, someone will definitely pay for your medical expenses! Haha...but it's not me."

"Haha, I'll give it to me, how big of a deal? I have two free gifts, you can collect them first. If it's not enough, I'll make up for it tomorrow!"

"Brother Crocodile, go with peace of mind, I will take care of your sister-in-law for you."

"To be honest, brothers are so heartless, little Rockets, don't respect them!"

‘Assad’ sends out the Universe Super Rockets in the live broadcast room*1..

The treasure chest dropped...

The treasure chest opens the password: Thank you, brothers of animals!

"Thank you, the Animal Brothers!"

"Thank you, the Animal Brothers!"

"Thank you, the Animal Brothers!"

…

"What a bunch of animals!" After Wang Xiongxin complained in the live broadcast room, he immediately thought of the role he played. If they were animals, what would his outfit be like?

The audience in the live broadcast room was very happy, but the atmosphere on the scene was a bit awkward.

But when he was relatively speechless, the old man Huang smiled and said, "I don't know if you are really confused or fake, but it's quite in line with my old man's appetite."

Hearing this, the others were stunned.

Mr. Huang smiled and shook his head. When he was young, he often asked questions that others were taboo. Although he was often disliked or spoke ill of him, over time, the master got used to it. In the end, he had to answer questions and answer questions, and the cooking skills were rapid.

"Okay, I'll tell you." He pointed to the steaming pot behind him. "Before blanching, soak the onion and ginger in the pot with cold water, squeeze the onion and ginger with your hands to slowly blend the taste with the water. Then slowly boil it in medium heat and blanch it in pork belly. That is to say, before blanching the pork belly, you actually treat the water first, so that the fishy smell of the meat can be removed when blanching, and the light fragrance of onion and ginger is attached. This method is suitable for any dish mainly pork, and the effect is very good."

"Mr. Emperor, this is your secret that you don't know?" Someone couldn't help but say in surprise. For a chef, being able to have his own unique cooking techniques is definitely an enviable thing.

"There is no secret to not being passed down." Mr. Huang smiled and said, "If everyone hides cooking techniques, how can the food be improved? The reason why our food culture is famous all over the world is that it is a great combination of the world and can be integrated? Only by constantly absorbing various characteristics can we continue to create new characteristics, which is dazzling."

"Your level is really high." An anchor sincerely praised.

"Cooking is not as simple as you think. If you don't think, it's useless even if you know the method." After Mr. Huang said meaningfully, he took out a piece of pork belly that had just been put into the casserole for everyone to see the bottom of the pot. "Hey, cut star anise, green onions and green onions into the casserole in advance, and then spread the cut ginger slices evenly on the scallion, and finally put the tied pork belly skin downwards and tightly into the casserole."

"Why do you need to tie it with a cotton rope?" Wang Xiongxin asked.

"The purpose of using cotton ropes to tie them on all sides is to not deform during the later cooking process, so that the pork belly will remain square and look good after it is out of the pot." Mr. Huang reached out and tapped the crocodile's long mouth like an old naughty boy, which made him laugh and also made others amuse him.

"Next, sprinkle rock sugar evenly on the meat, and then pour in an appropriate amount of sauce meat. As for how much it pours, I can't tell you."

"Why?" The question was not Wang Xiongxin this time, but someone who despised Wang Xiongxin before. But since he asked, it means that his mentality has changed.

"It's very simple. If you make salty the first time, then you will have experience the second time." Mr. Huang put down the soy sauce and picked up a bottle of rice wine and poured it into the pot. "My amount comes from life experience and cannot be explained."

"Mr. Emperor, you are..." Wang Xiongxin suddenly exclaimed, because he found that Mr. Emperor had poured almost a whole bottle of rice wine in. Could it be that he was too distracted?

"Haha, don't worry, one of the key points of this Dongpo pork is that you must not add water here. You can only use rice wine instead, and it is eight-quarter full, just slightly lower than the surface of pork belly. And the poet who created this dish likes drinking very much." Mr. Huang explained calmly.

"If the casserole is big, wouldn't you use more rice wine? This amount is not easy to control." Wang Xiongxin said astonishingly, proving his IQ once again.

"Hasn't Mr. Huang said it? He had to fill the casserole with pork belly! Then since the pot has become bigger, the meat will definitely increase, and the amount of rice wine will naturally increase." Without Mr. Huang's answer, someone immediately said contempt.

"It's okay, many problems are good things." Mr. Huang relieved the embarrassment, "Then cover the lid, turn on the high heat and boil it. After the pot is boiled, you will skim off the surface foam and simmer over low heat to keep small blisters coming out of the surface."

"It doesn't look very difficult." Someone muttered.

"Haha." Mr. Huang said with a smile: "Gourmet is not difficult, but the hard thing is how much effort you have used. Of course, this Dongpo pork is just a semi-finished product. You can continue to come and watch it after it is released. Now, just wait quietly."

Everyone also knew that the process was quite long, with a small number of people staying in place, while most people chose to interview two other contestants.

...

At this time, Du Wenlong had just taken out the stewed cooked eel and side dishes.

Because his eye sockets are deeper than ordinary people, his eyes are cold, and people feel terrified before they get close. Therefore, when self-media people enter the market, few people lean on him. One is that his image is cold and difficult to deal with. Two is that there is indeed nothing good here before.

But now it’s different. As the ingredients come out of the pot, the hot water vapor spreads, which immediately attracted the attention of many anchors. They still gritted their teeth and surrounded them after a moment.

Since the ingredients are out of the pot, it means that Du Wenlong is about to enter the next stage of treatment, so there is a chance to discuss it.

Du Wenlong obviously felt that many people leaned towards him, but he ignored him and placed the fire belly, mushrooms and tangerine peel aside alone, grabbed the most eye-catching eel and placed it on the cutting board, and plated it.

Since the eel's belly is connected, when the plate is taken, Du Wenlong deliberately made his belly facing inward and his back facing outward, which looks like a circle turning around the head, and there is a clear gap on the outermost layer.

Although the gap is not big, it can also make people see at a glance the eel's empty belly and back cut by a knife, and the broken bones were not removed.

"Master Du Wenlong, what are you planning to do?"

Various camera equipment was aimed at Du Wenlong and the eel on the cutting board whose eyes were white, their mouths wide open, and their bodies were about to break. The person who asked the questioner didn't know who was.

"Cleaning the bones."

Du Wenlong replied coldly and stopped talking. He found the first small section after the eel's head, then used three fingers to stabilize the eel segment with the thumb, index finger and ring finger, leaving a space in the middle, and used soft force to push the eel bone out.

Before the eel is cooked, the eel bones and eel meat are closely connected. Forced pushing the bones can easily destroy the eel meat and cause the overall deformation of the eel. However, this problem does not exist after cooking. The eel meat will naturally shrink at high temperatures and automatically separate from the eel bones.

“Which dish is this?”

"Such a big eel looks scary."

"When you passed the big screen before, you saw that your method of slaughtering eels was a bit cruel. Is it because of the need for cooking?"

"Can you briefly talk about how to cook this dish?"

The self-media people around the work area asked questions repeatedly, but what awaited them was a long silence, then silence, and then... nothing happened.

If Du Wenlong had not heard of it, after taking out all the eel bones, he would put the ham silk that had been prepared and stuff the eel bones into the position of the eel bones before and replace them.

At this point, the core of this big eel that steals the dragon and turns the phoenix skeleton is completed.

It is difficult to distinguish if ham silk is used instead of eel bones, and then after subsequent treatment.

Du Wenlong raised his head and looked at the onlookers who were waiting for his answer, and his eyes fixed on the two guys wearing animal coats.

The cold eyes seemed to penetrate the jacket and look directly at the true body hidden inside.

Wang Xiongxin and Zhou Fei subconsciously shivered, feeling like they were staring at by a cold poisonous snake.

"You just said that my method of slaughtering eels is a bit cruel?" Du Wenlong raised his chin at the 'crocodile'.

Wang Xiongxin saw Du Wenlong's appearance through the cracks in the crocodile's mouth. Although it was very limited, he still felt palpitations, especially the eyes with deep eyes, which seemed to penetrate the true thoughts in his heart.

Obviously, he knew very well that the question Zhou Fei asked him to ask was deliberately causing trouble for the food city!

"Yes, it's quite cruel." Wang Xiongxin said gritting his teeth.

"What about you? Do you think so?" Du Wenlong's eyes swept across everyone at once.

Upon hearing this, the others chose to remain silent except for awkward smile, as if they were afraid of Du Wenlong and did not dare to express their opinions easily.

Seeing this, Du Wenlong raised a sarcastic look on his lips, looked at Wang Xiongxin again, and said, "Since you think killing an eel is cruel, then I'll ask you, have you ever eaten pork?"

"Of course I've eaten it." Wang Xiongxin replied stammeringly.

He had no idea why he was so afraid of Du Wenlong, as if the other party could kill him with a blink of an eye. Under such circumstances, he thought of the suffocating sense of security on Chen Chong.

It feels very strange.

"Since you have eaten pork, do you know how pigs die?" Du Wenlong asked again, and at the same time turned another soup pot that was cooking local chicken and pork bones into a low heat, and the soup inside had turned white.

"Of course I was slaughtered in the slaughterhouse." Wang Xiongxin once watched the process of killing pigs in a slaughterhouse online. They drove the pig to a room, then without the pig knowing, stretched out a mechanical arm and pointed it at the back of the pig's head and quickly thorned it. Then the pig fell to the ground instantly and lost consciousness.

Although there is no absolute kindness in slaughtering animals, the practice of slaughterhouses obviously considers the feelings of pigs more, at least not letting them suffer any pain.

"Slaughterhouse?" Du Wenlong sneered repeatedly, put the pomelo peel that had previously removed the bitter taste in the soup and soaked it in the soup. Heat it and add lard to slowly melt it.

"I know what you want to express, but before the slaughterhouse was opened, how did you kill pigs?" Du Wenlong did not wait for Wang Xiongxin to answer, but looked coldly at the latter and said, "Let me tell you, they tied the pig's limbs and pressed it on the bench to reveal its white neck. Then he gently cut the neck with a knife, dissolved the throat, and slowly bleed!

If you ask the person who uses the knife, he will definitely tell you that it is very hot! But if it is in the cold winter, he may tell you that the temperature of the pig blood is very warm, warmer than the radiator!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, let alone Wang Xiongxin, even everyone nearby, including the staff, stopped and felt a stuttering sound, as if the pig Du Wenlong was talking about was them!

The limbs are cold.

"Don't worry, this is not the end, because the pig that had released the blood has not died. It is in pain. It is chilling, but its throat is covered with blood and cannot make any sound. It can only watch the slaughter scald it with boiling water and cut its stomach with a knife..."

"Stop talking!" A female anchor was so scared that her face turned pale and she hurriedly left here with her companions.

With her lead, more people chose to leave. Because they felt a picture without color in Du Wenlong's voice, and there was a person in that picture.

The man looked at them condescendingly, holding a blood-covered pig knife in his hand.

"You can't stand it?" Du Wenlong sighed with unsatisfactory sigh. While taking out the pomelo peel from the soup and draining it into lard, he murmured to himself: "Compared to killing pigs, I'm so gentle to kill eels."

"Retreat." Zhou Fei quietly squeezed Wang Xiongxin. Not long after the two retreated, Du Wenlong's voice came into his ears again.

"You two are people from the food street..."

Wang Xiongxin turned around and was about to speak, but saw Du Wenlong grinning at him, and then slowly made a neck wiping action.

"I remember you guys..."
Chapter completed!