Chapter 270: Show Off Your Skills

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Xiao Man continued to nibble on the hairy egg with a smile, and tried to feed one to Saranzhu, but was met with strong resistance. Google Search Reading

The middle-aged chef here took the initiative to greet and chat: "May I ask which cuisine you two chefs are good at?"

Gu Ke shook his head and smiled: "It's purely a personal hobby. I like to eat something good at home, so I learned a little bit from everything."

The middle-aged chef heard this, his expression became more serious, and he bowed again: "Two great talents, I wonder if I have the honor to taste the fried chicken nuggets?"

Gu Ke did not respond immediately, but looked at Xiao Man who was stuffing the hairy egg into Saranzhu's mouth.

Xiaoman noticed it, stopped, and a bright light flashed in his eyes: "Let's exchange cooking skills? Great."

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Gu Ke hurriedly coughed lightly and sent a telepathic message: "What they said was that they were lucky enough to taste it, and they meant to beg for your advice."

Examining cooking skills requires a ranking of the winners. Xiaoman "won" the middle-aged chef on a whim, and what should he do if he forced him to admit defeat?

It's not that he can't win, but he had already "surrendered in advance", so there's really no need to force him to admit defeat.

Xiaoman also understood, and his excitement subsided a lot.

But many chefs in the kitchen area also heard the noise here, and they all put down their work and came over.

Without some interest, who would cook after entering a holy place for cultivation like Wanshiwu.

Therefore, they were still very interested in the new chef showing off his skills.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xiaoman felt no discomfort at all. She was a bit of a crowd pleaser, and the more people there were, the more she loved to show off.

She took out pots of slaughtered chickens from the food cabinet next to her, which led directly to the cave warehouse. The white blood gas was released, acting as a kitchen knife, and the appropriate parts of the chicken breasts, chicken wings, and chicken legs were removed.

Then, ordinary exotic peppers, garlic, minced ginger, five-spice powder, brown sugar, and salt were added, mixed with a little yogurt, and squeezed and mixed with blood gas to make a special hot sauce for marinating.

She coated all the chicken pieces with a layer of hot sauce, wrapped them into a ball with blood gas, and squeezed them gently and evenly.

She did not forget to explain: "It should have been marinated for more than two hours here. If you are in a hurry, you can do it like me, using blood gas to speed up the penetration of the taste. If you do it wrong, the taste inside the chicken pieces will be a little lighter, which is not a big problem."

At this moment, the onlookers were not only the chefs, but also many diners.

They were not good at cooking, but most of them were successful in martial arts. They felt inexplicably complicated when they heard this: This is really too Versailles. We really want to, but our strength doesn't allow it!

Xiaoman's method of using blood and qi to speed up the chicken's flavoring is not good for the taste. It is just a time-saving and emergency trick in cooking.

But in the eyes of martial arts masters, it is an extremely difficult blood and qi control technique.

Chicken is many times more delicate and fragile than a warrior's body.

Xiaoman's movements are very fast, and he finished kneading and flavoring in just a dozen breaths.

Whether it is the weak but even release of blood and qi during kneading, or the intact appearance of the finished chicken, it shows the superb blood and qi control skills.

Generally speaking, at least a second-round six-turn master needs to exercise his own blood and qi when he attacks the martial arts master.

Those who can do Xiaoman's hand are either quasi-martial masters who are about to be promoted, or simply have become martial arts masters.

Speaking of which, martial arts masters seem to be a little "worthless" in Dawu in recent years, and not many people even remember the names of martial arts masters who are not from their own country.

But a martial arts master standing in front of him can still make most people in awe.

Just like in the last life, Jian Zhengxia was used to commenting on the top leaders of a country online, at the very least, it was a certain minister or senator.

In reality, when the local senator stood in front of him, few people could keep talking normally.

In other words, Xiaoman showed off his martial arts skills, which immediately attracted more people.

After all, almost all of them were martial artists, and who wouldn't want to see how a (quasi-) martial emperor cooks?

Xiaoman ignored it and was already immersed in the joy of cooking.

Put down the quickly marinated chicken pieces, mix them with milk and flour, and then add eggs to make a batter.

Finally, add alkaline noodles and salt to the flour, stir and add water in small amounts and multiple times, rub the slightly wet flour on your palms, and it will form small pieces of dough.

Rub it a few more times, and there will be more fine pieces of dough in the flour.

When the middle-aged chef saw this, he showed a look of realization on his face: this flour is really similar to the crispy skin made by kneading steamed bread slices into crumbs, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are 70% similar.

In fact, this is bread crumbs, which is the yellow crispy layer on the surface of many fried foods.

As the name suggests, "bread" is used as the raw material to make a bran-like powder. Bread and steamed bread slices are baked and kneaded into crumbs.

At this time, Xiaoman took out the marinated chicken nuggets and massaged them with blood and qi for the second time.

Compared with the first time, there were too many people watching the second time, and they were breathing heavily.

But no one said anything. These people's strength is not qualified to evaluate the means of a (quasi-) Wuzong.

Besides, they are cooking, who knows how much effort they have used? Flattering is offensive if it is too light or too heavy.

Xiaoman loosened the chicken nuggets and immediately took them into the milk and egg batter to coat them evenly, and then coated them with a layer of flour mixed with fine noodles.

Reaching out to the oil pan next to him, he made sure that Juve was suitable, and the chicken pieces coated with batter and flour slid in.

With a sizzling sound, the chicken nuggets formed clusters of white bubbles in the oil.

Xiaoman used blood and qi to adjust the position of the chicken pieces in the pot from time to time, so that they could be heated more evenly.

The overbearing aroma of fried food gradually spread, and the onlookers began to swallow their saliva.

They had eaten a lot of chefs' skills these days, but this aroma was still too obvious, as if they were trying to force their noses in.

After frying for about half a cup of tea, they were fished out. At this time, the chicken pieces were golden in color, and they were covered with fine dough pieces that stood up, slightly like tiny scales.

Xiaoman stretched out his hand and gestured: "Come, try it."

The middle-aged chef was the one who was called, and he pointed at his nose in a bit of a panic: "Me?"

Xiaoman laughed: "Of course it's you, you should know the business."

The middle-aged chef looked quite surprised, and picked up a piece of fried chicken with both hands.

He didn't rush to eat it, but put it in front of his eyes and turned it to observe: "The dough is evenly crispy and the color is consistent. The heat is just right."

He looked at Xiaoman and found that she didn't do anything extra - mainly because her face was covered by the gauze hat, and it was difficult for others to tell her mood without speaking.

The middle-aged chef calmed down, put the fried chicken into his mouth solemnly, and bit it gently.

Crack! The crisp sound of fried food entering the mouth reached the ears of the people around, and everyone swallowed their saliva again, feeling more fragrant.

The middle-aged chef's movements were very stable, chewing slowly in small bites, but his expression was very rich.

First he was satisfied, then he stared, and then... two tears fell out of his eyes.

The onlookers had strange expressions: Wait, this old man, are you exaggerating? Can you be moved to tears no matter how delicious it is?

Xiaoman smiled with satisfaction: "How does it taste?"

The middle-aged chef's eyes flickered, and he chose his words carefully: "Unexpected, but also very pleasantly surprised."

Xiaoman was even happier when he heard this, and waved his hand and fished out the last batch of fried chicken nuggets in the oil pan: "That's good, um, let's share these with everyone to taste."

After saying that, he pulled Gu Ke, and the five of them quickly left the kitchen area and disappeared in the crowd in the hall.

The kitchen area was quiet for a moment, and suddenly a group of bloody light shone, and dozens of hands all reached out to the large pots of fried chicken nuggets.

"Stop!"

"Don't think about monopolizing it!"

"I want half of this pot!"

"Daydream!"

With the crackling sound, dozens of hands continuously hit the fried chicken nuggets.

Then... more people joined in.

The main reason was that the aroma of frying became more and more tempting, and Xiaoman said before leaving that he would share it with everyone, so why couldn't he have a bite himself?

Many people have tasted the middle-aged chef's cooking skills, and he can be a chef in small and medium-sized cities.

People of this level can be moved to tears, so how delicious are these fried chicken nuggets?

Curiosity came, and many people present couldn't help it.

As for fighting, no one cared at all.

This is a holy place for cultivation, and people are practicing martial arts everywhere from morning to night.

Not to mention the kitchen area, people have practiced in the toilet and bathroom.

The reason for the two people practicing in the toilet is very legitimate-how to stay alert when using the toilet and fight back against the opponent as much as possible?

This is not a joke.

Hunting monsters in the wild, you really have to be 12 times more vigilant when pooping and peeing. In this process, people who were attacked by monsters and died without even wearing pants are really not an exception.

In contrast, it is not uncommon to fight in the kitchen area to grab some food.

As long as you don't kill people with serious injuries, no one cares, just treat it as training your melee ability.

Soon someone grabbed the first piece of fried chicken, stuffed it into his mouth without thinking, and chewed it crazily.

His hands were not idle either, blocking the subsequent punches of the contender.

Seeing that it was safe, the contender stopped pestering and immediately changed his target.

The man chewed the first few bites with a very happy expression, and then his face suddenly turned a little red.

He seemed to understand something, and his eyes swept around, trying to find the middle-aged chef who was "moved to tears" just now, but found that the man had disappeared.

Some of the onlookers who knew they were not strong enough and did not rush forward to grab it were curious: "Why is this brother blushing? Is it really that delicious?"

The man's face became redder and redder. Hearing this, he wanted to curse, but suddenly remembered that this fried chicken might be produced by Wuzong, and swallowed it back into his stomach.

His eyes rolled and he nodded vigorously: "It's delicious, so delicious."

The man who asked the question also believed it when he saw it: "You actually cried too, it seems that the chef's cooking skills are really extraordinary."

The man continued to nod: "Ah, yes, yes, you are right."

While answering, he ran out and went straight to the tap.

After that, more and more people followed this man and ate it first.

Everyone was "red-faced", shouting that it was delicious, tears streaming down, and the onlookers were amazed.

Until most of the fried chicken nuggets disappeared, finally an honest man yelled: "Ah! It's so spicy, give me water, give me water, ah ah ah."

Onlookers: ???

Looking again, I found that many of the people who had grabbed it before were drinking water, with expressions of gloating on their faces.

Many smart people who were watching the show laughed out loud: "I don't know if the fried chicken nuggets are delicious, but they must be very spicy."

"Why are you so anxious, those who can't eat spicy food?"

"Tears of emotion? Hahaha, that must be caused by the spiciness!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's the chef's skill, just take a bite and be happy, you don't have the blessing to cry if you want to."

After such a lively scene, the onlookers finally understood that the fried chicken nuggets might be delicious, but they were even more spicier after a few bites.

But most people only felt that the first few bites were fragrant, and it was too late to realize that something was wrong.

The key point is that this might be made by Wuzong Chef. If you don’t get to eat it, it’s fine. If you eat it and spit it out, are you dissatisfied with the chef’s cooking skills?

You have to swallow the food you grabbed with tears, and you must not give up halfway.

Having said that, a few people from the Western Desert and the Northern Desert who love spicy food took the opportunity to grab the last part of the fried chicken nuggets and couldn’t wait to eat them.

What’s spicy? They just like spicy food, and it’s more refreshing to cry when it’s spicy.

Anyway, Wufu is strong, and spicy food won’t kill people.

Then they were all moved to tears.

This is really touching.

People who love spicy food don’t dislike delicious food, they like spicy and delicious food more.

The chili pepper in the fried chicken nuggets that makes people cry is not ordinary. It is the specialty of Xuling Xiantian that Xiaoman secretly took when she was taking the ingredients - Purgatory Fire.

The name was given by Gu Ke, simply to describe its amazing spiciness.

The actual effect of Purgatory Fire is positive. It can activate blood and qi, slightly stimulate hematopoiesis, and restore the subtle hidden injuries of the internal organs.

Even if Wu Zun eats it, it has obvious effects.

Although the people who eat it look miserable, they are actually very lucky and got a big benefit for nothing.

That's why Gu Ke knew that Xiaoman was playing a prank on the diners, but he didn't stop her.

For a prank with benefits, the most important thing is the benefits.

And this prank can only make people cry in public, and there are a lot of people crying with them, so it doesn't matter.

Of course, one of the reasons is that the middle-aged chef's secret recipe does not have much room for development.

Since Xiaoman started, she naturally didn't want to be without any characteristics.

It was only natural that everyone would remember the fried chicken by doing something about the marinating of the fried chicken.

When the group of people were fighting for the fried chicken, Gu Ke and the other five had already separated and changed their role cards.

Xiaoman used the role card of Granny Xiong and the original look, becoming a hunched old lady.

At first, she did not accept this look, but she was greedy for novelty.

Occasionally, she had a sudden idea and tricked a few children into calling her grandma with the original look, and she found it interesting again.

People always have the mentality of taking advantage of others.

Being someone else's elder is a way that countless people love.

Sa Lanzhu and Xiao Ping'er, who were pulled by her, had to change into the role cards of Rong Mama and Sun Erniang, and then go to the women's bathroom to take off their gauze hats and clothes. No one could recognize them as the mysterious bosses just now.

Xiaoman and Sa Lanzhu loved to join in the fun, so they held the petite Xiao Ping'er in the middle and went to the women's dormitory area on the first floor.

In addition to people practicing martial arts, there are also small circles for weaving and sewing, clothing matching, accessories making, etc., unlike the men's dormitory where most of the people are rough guys walking around with most of their muscles exposed.

Le Wen