Chapter 1315: Fighting for Taste

There was an inn, and Dulan walked in without hesitation. This was opened by the famous chef who inherited the title of Chef Ding. This time Dulan came to taste the cooking skills of the Chef Ding.

The Grand Master went out to eat without any guards? Shi Lan, who works as a waiter at an inn, quietly observes Du Lan. What Dulan did in Songhai City was hard to see through, and everyone who cared about it knew Dulan.

Shi Lan, another princess, the princess of Shu, naturally knows the Great Imperial Master, but she currently has no direct conflict of interest with the Great Imperial Master. She mainly focuses on observation. She came to Songhai City to find her brother.

The boss, Chef Ding, is much more nervous than Shi Lan, because this is a stronghold of the Mo family. If the Grand Imperial Master discovered any clues, he would be doomed.

However, it seemed that the Grand Master was really just here to eat, so Pao Ding warned himself to be patient and not to expose any flaws.

Dulan spent a lot of money and ordered a lot of dishes.

"Can you order so much food by yourself?" Shi Lan couldn't help but said after seeing Du Lan ordering all the dishes in the store by himself.

Sure enough, she was a beauty with bright eyes, white teeth, a willowy waist and wide eyebrows. Although she was still young now, Dulan could foresee that Shi Lan would be so beautiful that she would captivate the whole country in a few years.

"Take it away if you can't finish it. It's shameful to waste but glorious to save." Dulan said with a smile: "That's all."

Shi Lan was speechless and could only do as Du Lan said.

Du Lan has actually eaten a lot of delicacies of this era. Since many seasonings and ingredients are missing, the taste is basically monotonous. It's just that Chef Ding is also the most powerful chef in this era, so naturally he has to taste his craftsmanship.

There are a lot of dishes, and it probably takes half a day to cook them. Du Lan is not in a hurry to eat each one. Judging by the standards of a gourmet, Chef Ding's knife skills and grasp of the timing of the fire are as pure as fire, but there is a lack of seasonings and more cooking. Therefore, although there are many dishes, the methods are limited. As for the taste, it can only be said that the deliciousness of the ingredients itself can be tasted.

Shi Lan was shocked, watching Du Lan eat up the dishes one after another like a gourmet, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, thinking to herself, could the Grand Master be a monster?

"Little girl, to tell you the truth, my favorite thing is to taste delicious food from all over the world, and I not only know how to eat it, but also have some ideas about cooking delicious food." Dulan said to Shi Lan: "Please help me give it to your boss Just say that although his cooking skills are excellent, there is still room for improvement. If he is willing, we can compare. "

... Shi Lan nodded blankly and went back to tell Dulan what he said.

Chef Ding was not happy when he heard this. Although the other party has a noble status, he may not be proficient in cooking. What should he and I discuss?

Shi Lan said: "I don't know if he can cook, but his appetite is really terrible. He has eaten every dish you cooked."

Cook Ding was surprised. He thought that the Grand Master ordered so many dishes and only tasted each one. Unexpectedly, he actually ate them all: "It seems that my cooking skills are good." Although Cook Ding also felt that the Grand Master's appetite was too big: "Wait until I go out and take a look."

Dulan was the only guest in the hall, and in front of him were piles of plates. Did Cook Dingxin really eat them all?

"Boss, have you agreed to compete with me in cooking skills?" Dulan said with a smile.

"You can tell from your clothes that you are either rich or noble. Can you cook?" Du Lan didn't say clearly that he was a Grand Master. Although everyone saw through it, they didn't reveal it.

"Of course, let's see!" Duran's hands were flying, and the plates in front of him were all standing up like dominoes: "A chef who can't stand up a plate is not a good chef."

"Look again!" Dulan seemed invisible and appeared on another table in a blink of an eye. He put up all the chopsticks for dividing dishes and turned them into a hollow pagoda: "A chef who doesn't know how to style is not a good chef either. "

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What's going on with this great national master? Does a chef need to be able to do both? Shi Lan said that the Grand Master was completely different from what he imagined. The Grand Master in Shi Lan's imagination should be an insidious villain. Why does he look like a madman now?

Cook Ding had almost the same idea, but he knew better that Du Lan's martial arts was very high, and his body shape was definitely not something that ordinary people could display.

"Okay, since you are interested, let's move to the kitchen and have a good test." Cook Ding was afraid that blindly refusing would cause displeasure to the great master and cause trouble, so he agreed to the test.

Du Lan said that he had not cooked for a long time and he had to perform well this time: "We will compete with chickens." Du Lan saw that the chickens raised in the backyard of the chef were good, so he proposed a competition event.

That's no problem. Cook Ding can cook a lot of chickens, and he can cook them any way. Finally, Cook Ding decided to make a chicken soup.

Shi Lan never expected that the Grand Master would actually cook, and thought that this Central Plains official was really weird.

Du Lan seems to also want to make chicken soup, and the ingredients and utensils he chooses are similar to those of the cook. Moreover, he is extremely skilled in handling chickens, and his knife skills are on par with Cook Ding.

Of course, 'equal' is just Shi Lan's opinion, because she saw both of them disemboweling the chicken, but Du Lan had actually separated the bones and meat of the chicken. By then, the flavor of the seasoning would have penetrated the inside and outside of the chicken. It will bring the essence of the chicken into the soup.

Sure enough, he was also making soup, Cook Ding thought.

However, Cook Ding still needs fire to make the soup, but Dulan doesn't need fire at all to make the soup, using all his internal energy. When he saw Dulan put his hands on the pot, white smoke came out of the pot. Both Cook Ding and Shi Lan took a deep breath, this level of skill was unbelievable.

Although Duran used his inner strength, he still had other processes. He was not simply cooking chicken. He wanted to make the famous Chinese dish ‘boiled cabbage’, a dish that could highlight the deliciousness of chicken soup. For this reason, he also used various seasonings that were not available in this era to enhance the flavor. This would be a dish that would shine.

Two hours later, Pao Ding placed his chicken soup on the table with satisfaction, and Duran's dish was ready.

"Let this little girl be the judge." Duran said, "You go first." Duran asked Shi Lan to try Pao Ding's first, because she would definitely lose if she ate first.

This is the law of "Chinese Chef Boy". The chances of losing if you eat first or don't have light are very high, and if you don't have both, it is almost certain to lose.

At this time, Pao Ding's work did not shine.

Delicious, although Shi Lan often eats Pao Ding's food, but this time it was particularly delicious, that's because Pao Ding was serious.

Seeing Shi Lan's expression, Duran smiled secretly. After she ate his work, she might not be able to eat anything else: "Then it's my turn!"

At this time, the sun was setting and it was dusk. Duran chuckled and slowly lifted the lid to show his work.

Colorful rays of light rushed out from the cracks. In an instant, the whole Sanghai City was immersed in the light, and the "Youjian Inn" seemed to be swallowed by the light. At the same time, there was an indescribable fragrance. The citizens seemed to have returned to the days when the flowers were blooming in spring, as if they saw a golden rooster walking among the flowers with its head held high.

"What is this?!" Cooking had never seen such food in his life. The aroma alone made him drool.

"Boiled cabbage, please, little girl."

Shi Lan squinted her eyes and saw the clear soup with cabbage leaves, which was the most simple food that only poor people would eat. But at this time, the soup was as crystal clear as the water in the sky without any impurities. The cabbage leaves were full of chicken soup and looked like flawless jade, more tender than her own skin, and more fragile. With this fragrance, Shi Lan was already immersed in it before she ate it. She trembled with her hands to move the cabbage leaves and scooped a spoonful close to herself.

I'm going to eat it, I'm going to eat it. Shi Lan's cells were cheering. This was simply a carnival of the body. When the cabbage leaves were put into her mouth, the joy reached the peak in an instant. Shi Lan ascended and entered the heaven of deliciousness.

Why is it so delicious? !

MSG, Duran put MSG.