Chapter 1090: 3-Transformation Demon Bull Drunken Ribs vs Dark Taotie Drunken Ribs
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…
The whole place was in complete silence.
Everyone was staring at the two people who were concentrating on cooking in the formation arena.
The aroma of meat was surging and filled the whole place.
Boom, boom, boom…
In Liu Mobai's direction, pieces of gluttonous meat fell into the oil pan in his hand, and were swallowed up by the vortex of the oil pan.
White foam sizzled in the churning meat.
After all the meat pieces fell into the pot, Liu Mobai's eyes suddenly condensed.
The next moment, he stretched out his hand, and the bloody lines on his face seemed to tremble.
The mental power swept out, instantly covering the black pot, penetrating into the pot, sensing the changes in the ingredients.
The monstrous underworld energy was released around his body and entangled on the black pot.
The next step was the key, the control of the heat of the fried meat. If there was a mistake, it would easily lead to a world of difference in the taste of the meat.
On the other side.
Bu Fang had almost reached the stage of sensing the heat.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
He shook his hands.
He shook off the white powder on his hands, and then his thoughts swept out and enveloped the oil pan.
Buzz!
A roar of Xuanwu spread, as if it had set off a huge wave in Bu Fang's spiritual sea.
The powerful spiritual power spread, rippling, and shocked the whole audience.
The atmosphere suddenly fell into stagnation.
Only the gurgling boiling sound of oil was heard.
The immortal chefs around held their breath. The two people's cooking methods of drunken ribs were similar, and there was not much difference so far.
But both of them should know that
if they want to defeat each other, they must make changes.
Ordinary drunken ribs, everyone can make it, but if you want to defeat the other party, it is obviously impossible to rely on ordinary drunken ribs.
So what innovations will they make to drunken ribs?
Liu Mobai uses Taotie meat, and the big devil uses demon beef.
The ingredients of the two are somewhat different, but the key to drunken spareribs is not the ingredients, but the cooking skills of the chef.
Boom! !
An invisible wave spread out.
Bu Fang and Liu Mobai raised their heads, with sharp eyes.
The spiritual fluctuations of the two spread out at the same time at this moment, turning into ripples and colliding with each other.
The silent collision set off a gust of wind, making the meat aroma spread.
The meat aroma was no longer as strong as before, and began to gradually restrain.
Bu Fang's hand shook, and a pair of wooden chopsticks fell into his hand.
The chopsticks rotated in his hand and finally fell suddenly.
Click, click, click...
Bu Fang held one hand behind his back and held the chopsticks in the other hand. The chopsticks fell into the oil pan with incomparable precision and were taken out.
The golden oil splashed in the air.
Pieces of fried golden meat flew out and fell into the blue and white porcelain bowl placed on the stove by Bu Fang, rolling in it.
There was still oil boiling on the golden meat.
On the other side, Liu Mobai was more direct.
He took out the net bag spoon made of purple bamboo and scooped it into the oil pan. All the golden meat pieces were fished out and rolled on the purple bamboo net bag.
Liu Mobai's technique was very skillful. He held the farthest end of the handle of the net bag spoon and shook his hand.
The net bag spoon kept hitting it, and the oil filtered through the holes.
The golden gluttonous meat pieces in the purple bamboo net bag jumped, rolled back, and tumbled continuously.
The heat rushed to the sky, and the oil was dispersed.
Hualala...
Grabbing the net bag, he poured the meat pieces into the bowl, and then Liu Mobai's eyes fell on the oil pan.
He grabbed the edge of the pot with one hand and shouted softly.
He lifted the huge black pot from the stove with one hand, and the boiling oil inside was churning.
In his other hand, he held a kitchen knife, which he slashed in the air.
Then, the air tore apart, revealing a hole.
Liu Mobai held the black pot and smashed it towards the crack.
Crash! !
The golden oil poured down like a waterfall, pouring into the crack and being swallowed up by it.
After all the oil was poured out, with a thud, the pot was smashed on the stove again.
The fire of Hades burned, causing the temperature in the pot to rise.
On the other side.
After Bu Fang fished out all the meat, he was also ready to deal with the oil.
"Xiaobai, come here."
Bu Fang did not tear the air apart like Liu Mobai.
Instead, he continued to be busy and shouted Xiaobai's name without looking back.
Xiaobai, who was standing on the small leather blanket, suddenly had a flash of brilliance in his mechanical eyes.
The metal wings behind him opened, and with a flap, he turned into a stream of light and appeared beside Bu Fang in an instant.
Bu Fang grabbed the Xuanwu pot with one hand and poured it towards Xiao Bai.
"Open your mouth..."
Xiao Bai's mechanical eyes flashed, and he raised his big hand like a palm leaf fan and touched his head, and then his round belly suddenly opened a black hole.
Bu Fang poured the oil into Xiao Bai's belly, and after pouring it all.
Xiao Bai closed the black hole in his belly.
As if drunk, he staggered back to Xiao Pi's back.
The way Bu Fang handled the oil made many people around him laugh.
Many people looked at Xiao Bai with a strange look in their eyes.
This earth fairy puppet actually has this function?
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
The hot steam in the oil pan rolled up, and there was a little oil in it.
Facing the oil, Bu Fang began to prepare the drunken sauce.
The importance of drunken sauce to drunken spareribs is self-evident.
He took out a spiritual fruit, turned the dragon bone kitchen knife, and Bu Fang's wrist seemed to be dancing, turning around the spiritual fruit.
Then the skin on the spiritual fruit was cut off one after another.
A series of knife marks were cut on the spiritual fruit, and drops of golden juice dripped from the knife marks.
The juice dripped into the pot.
It immediately gave off a burst of fruit acid smell...
The whole place was filled with a strong sour smell, which made people subconsciously secrete saliva.
Gurgle.
The fruit acid brought a fragrance.
After the juice dripped into it, Bu Fang used a spatula to spread the juice.
Hiss, hiss, the juice soon boiled.
Then he threw it with his hand.
The fruit flew up, like a falling meteor, and countless people were dazzled.
The fruit floating in the air, about to fall, was cut into countless pieces by Bu Fang.
Those pieces fell into the pot one after another.
Bu Fang grabbed the basalt pot and began to stir-fry, hiss!
Other ingredients were also poured into the pot, green smoke filled the air, and they kept stir-frying.
Boom boom boom! !
The flames filled the pot, like a roaring beast.
All the chefs present were not surprised.
Bu Fang was also very calm and continued to stir-fry.
The flames were pressed down, the spatula was lifted, and the thick golden drunken juice flowed down...
In the distance.
Liu Mobai's cooking had also reached the stage of cooking drunken juice.
The two people's understanding of drunken juice was obviously different.
Liu Mobai carefully took out a crystal jar.
There was a pitch-black liquid in the jar.
He opened the lid.
A sour smell filled the air.
This was a kind of vinegar Liu Mobai made himself, with a strong vinegar aroma.
He dropped some vinegar into the pot, and then continued to mix the drunken sauce...
An intoxicating sour aroma filled the air.
The whole audience was filled with the sound of swallowing saliva...
The dog master was lying in the void, his tail swaying constantly, and he was extremely excited in his heart.
Drunken ribs, all drunken ribs!
I was really a little excited just thinking about it!
Buzz...
As the cooking entered the final stage, thick black clouds slowly swept over the sky.
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky.
The thick black clouds, like a sea of clouds, came from a distance, rolling with waves, and soon covered everyone's heads, bringing a terrible wave of oppression.
Boom! !
There was thunder spreading among them! !
There was undoubtedly blue thunder above Bu Fang's head, and black thunder above Liu Mobai's head.
Everyone was stunned. Could it be that Liu Mobai was cooking dark food?
Many people were slightly focused.
The color change of thunder is the most basic way to judge the type of food.
When Liu Mobai was fighting in the kitchen before, the thunder punishment he triggered was blue, which means that he did not cook dark food at that time.
Boom! !
The thunder exploded, like a sharp lightsaber, tearing the sky.
It was going to cut the clouds apart.
After the uproar, many people stared at the void.
The previous cooking competition between City Lord Meng Qi and Zheng Kuangjiu triggered seven levels of thunder punishment!
That was already an incredible level!
I wonder what level of thunder punishment the Great Demon King and Liu Mobai will trigger in the cooking competition?
Everyone was very curious.
Bu Fang ignored the thunder punishment on the sky. He grabbed the blue and white porcelain plate, and then threw the golden fried magic beef in the porcelain plate into the pot.
Grab the basalt pot and stir-fry it.
The steam was steaming, and the fragrance was floating out again.
The fragrance went from spreading to restraining and then spreading again, going through three stages respectively.
Each time, the taste became more mellow, especially the sour taste, which was unique.
Throw in purple garlic, scallions, ginger, etc., stir-fry for a while, and after the strong fragrance that almost turned into substance, it was out of the pot.
Pour it into the prepared flat blue and white porcelain plate.
Hualala...
The drunken juice exudes a charming orange luster, shining brightly, and the fairy air is entangled on it, as if stagnant.
Pieces of drunken ribs fell on the plate, revealing a little dark color in the orange-red, which is the color of the meat.
The steaming aroma spread from it.
Bu Fang placed the dishes on the stove, and a fruit that looked like a burning flame appeared in his hand again.
The dragon bone kitchen knife cut through it.
The fruit was cut open.
Hualala...
The fragrant juice flowed down from it and sprinkled on the dish.
Everyone was suspicious.
The Great Demon King used three different kinds of spiritual fruits in this dish. Is this the difference?
A clean cloth wiped the impurities around the plate.
Bu Fang exhaled lightly and took a step back.
"Three-transformation Demonic Bull Drunken Spare Ribs, finished!"
Bu Fang's faint voice resounded throughout the venue.
As the words fell, thunder exploded in the sky, thunder roared, and an arc of electricity tore through the sky!
On the other side.
Liu Mobai also finished cooking.
His dish was different from Bu Fang's. Bu Fang's was orange-red, but his was actually a pitch-black color, shiny black, and glittering black, looking radiant and colorful.
There was heat, fragrance, and sourness...
Unique drunken spareribs.
The drunken sauce was extremely thick, poured over the spareribs, and was still bubbling.
The bubbles burst, and the fragrance was overwhelming!
"Dark Taotie drunken spareribs... done!" Liu Mobai's extremely confident voice burst out.
Boom boom! !
Both dishes were finished.
The heat and fragrance were entangled, as if they had turned into substance.
Above Liu Mobai's dish, a ferocious black Taotie with its mouth wide open appeared, and the roar of the Taotie was deafening.
And above Bu Fang's drunken spareribs, an orange demon bull appeared, and the demon bull mooed, competing with the Taotie!
Boom boom! !
The thunder punishment that had been rolling for a long time finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell down with a bang.
The black thunder and the blue thunder were released at the same time.
The immortal chefs around them all tightened their eyes, their hearts seemed to be grasped by a big hand, and their bodies trembled.
Who will win and who will lose will finally be decided!
In the eyes of everyone, the thunder tore and fell down!