The beginning is only when you become a chef

Chapter 140: Broken Defense (Two-in-One Chapter)

As soon as he left the hotel suite, Xia An ran into Meng Yulu who was about to leave the next room.

The female chef had long hair tied into a neat high ponytail and was wearing morning exercise clothes. Xia An couldn't help but pause for two or three seconds. The previous few times he met Meng Yulu, she was wearing dresses with ancient elements, which were graceful and elegant but did not show her figure very well.

But this time, Meng Yulu wore yoga pants and gray fitness clothes, which fully revealed her flat and firm belly, slender waist, full bust and perfect hip contour.

Xia An couldn't hide the amazement in his eyes. Compared with his cheap "ex-wife", Meng Yulu was no less impressive, and even better in some aspects.

"Let's go exercise together?" Meng Yulu's eyes lit up, and she immediately smiled and invited Xia An, "This hotel has a VIP gym. I've already asked them, so it can be just the two of us..."

Xia An looked strange: "Sister Meng, do you know that this sentence is a hint of a date in the eyes of men?"

Meng Yulu was stunned: "A hint?"

Immediately, Meng Yulu seemed to be very calm and said: "

"I just want to find you as a companion. What are you thinking of doing?"

Done.

Meng Yulu turned her back and prepared to run away. Because her hair was tied into a ponytail, her fair ears were obviously flushed red.

"Wait hey."

Xia An immediately called the female chef:
"Sister Meng, I need a batch of ingredients to practice with. Can you help me say hello?"

"Practicing again?"

Meng Yulu suddenly turned around and looked at Xia An, hesitating to speak:

"You just finished your intense night market stall activities at Zhuhai Station in the evening, and you didn't even take a break, and you immediately started practicing cooking. Aren't you afraid of sudden death?"

Xia Anxin said, you probably don’t know that I have gradually transformed into an inhuman realm.

That's right.

Not this time either.

Recently, after the night market stalls closed, Xia An found that his tiredness was getting weaker and weaker, and he seemed to have endless energy to vent.

Especially, after unlocking the talent of [Explosive Steam Body] at the Zhuhai Night Market, Xia An was certain that his "physique" must have become much stronger. At this moment, Xia An felt that his body and mind were full of small cosmic energy that was ready to explode.

"I'm really not tired, and it's even more impossible for me to die suddenly." Xia An couldn't explain more, and could only give Meng Yulu an affirmative and relaxed smile.

The power and infectiousness of this smile made Meng Yulu lose consciousness for a few seconds.

"cough."

Meng Yulu took the note from Xia An and rolled her eyes slightly:
"You can just edit the WeChat message directly. Why do you need to take notes or pass notes?"

Tucao returns to Tucao.

Meng Yulu stared at the words on the note, and her plump breasts outlined by her gray fitness clothes suddenly rose and fell violently:

"With so many ingredients, are you really planning to recreate 'Ganges Fried Noodles'?"

Xia An's smile remained unchanged:

"Correct."

“108 kinds of noodles, the real and complete Ganges fried noodles!”

Meng Yulu was silent for a moment, then suddenly clenched the note and said something powerful:

"Leave the ingredients to me!"

Xia An watched her walk away quickly and nodded his chin slightly.

He looked back at the quiet hotel corridor.

The room of Lu Jiaxin and her team was very quiet, and there was no sound in the rooms of Liu Shimeng, Wen Chaoqing and others either.

Seeing this, Xia An smiled and said to himself:

"Normal people would have gone to rest and catch up on their sleep."

"This time, I'd like to ask Sister Meng to be my kitchen helper."

……

Half an hour later.

Meng Yulu brought a team of logistics personnel to the kitchen where Xia An was practicing in seclusion and delivered sufficient food.

After a while, after sending the logistics staff away, Meng Yulu locked the smart door of the kitchen with her backhand, and then walked up to Xia An who seemed to be playing with a kitchen knife.

“I’ve actually been wanting to ask this for a long time.”

"Is this knife a replica of the 'Broken Army Knife' among the Seven Star Knives?"

Xia An corrected:
“It’s genuine.”

Meng Yulu feigned anger and glanced at him:

"Your lies can't even fool Xiao Shimeng, your die-hard fan, so how can you use them to fool me?"

Xia An's mouth twitched slightly.

Please, I am an honest man. I don't want to believe the truth, so what else can he say?

Forget it.

He stood up.

In Meng Yulu's eyes, the kitchen knife may be a "copycat".

But stunts cannot be faked.

108 kinds of noodles mean 108 unique base flavor ingredients.

Vegetables and fruits include spinach, perilla, taro, etc.

Fresh food includes lobster, crab, turtle, etc.

even.

There are also salted egg noodles made by mixing salted eggs into flour.

all in all.

These 108 ingredients are a collection of essences that Liu Maoxing has blended together based on his own understanding of ingredients.

Because I watched the original version through "historical images".

Xia An has discovered that Wen Chaoqing's approach is quite different from the original.

After all, Wen Chaoqing could only restore 72 kinds of noodles.

And expanding the number of noodles from 72 to 108 based on Wen Chaoqing's version would conflict with Liu Maoxing's original version.

Therefore, Xia An started by making Liu Maoxing's version.

You know, the movie-watching experience of mastering the recipe of "Ganga Fried Noodles" is not easy to come by.

While the memory is still vivid, turning this movie-watching memory and insights into his own practical experience is what Xia An urgently needs to do now.

"Boom boom boom!"

Xia An held the [Broken Army Knife] and began to process the complicated ingredients.

Just a kitchen knife.

A chopping board.

From spinach among vegetables to pumpkin among fruits.

From live lobsters to giant turtles.

Here comes the salted egg.

Xia An clearly demonstrated the famous saying interpreted by Chinese chefs:

"One sword to conquer the world!"

Regardless of the type and characteristics, even fresh shrimp and fish, Xia An's [Broken Army Knife] can process them with amazing efficiency, down to the finest detail.

At least from Meng Yulu's perspective, there was nothing wrong with the cooking of this senior and top-notch chef.

"Is this the 'Seven Stars Breaking Army Swift Cutting Technique'?"

Meng Yulu's eyes widened slightly, and she felt dizzy, with a look of confusion on her pretty face:
"A humanoid all-food processing machine?"

It took less than half an hour.

The vegetables and fruits that needed to be chopped had been chopped, those that needed to be peeled and sliced ​​had been done, the hard shells of the lobsters had been removed, leaving only the minced shrimp meat, and the crabs were gone, leaving only crab roe and chopped crab meat that exuded a rich and delicious flavor.

"Sister Meng, help me get a few buckets of water. I'm going to start kneading the dough."

Xia An went to move bags of flour and did not forget to ask Meng Yulu for help.

Hearing this, Meng Yulu's eyelids slightly turned up:
"You are so rude. You dare to order me around like this?"

But the famous Chinese female chef is not a weak woman who can't even tie a chicken. Meng Yulu fetched water without even breathing hard.

Shortly after.

Looking at the hotel's underground kitchen, small pointed noodles are neatly arranged on the long and spacious workbench.

Meng Yulu just thought it was spectacular.

"Tsk, only when the 108 kinds of noodles are used in the Ganges fried noodles can the wonders in front of us occur."

Whispering, Meng Yulu couldn't help but take photos with her mobile phone to record this scene.

Xia An was photographed in the kitchen scene, bending over to open the kitchen utensil box and putting together the alloy pastry sticks.

Ok? !

Just put the phone down.

Meng Yulu heard the spiral sound of a long stick dancing in the air coming out of nowhere in the hotel's basement kitchen.

Her expression suddenly became solemn.

"What's going on? There's a faint sense of depression in this spiral sound..." Her heart was filled with an indescribable feeling of oppression, as if an ancient ferocious beast had awakened. Meng Yulu could faintly hear their life and soul breathing.

Looking at Xia An spinning the pastry stick.

The shadow was cast by the light, dragging long on the wall.

Suddenly, Meng Yulu's eyes widened as she stared at the rioting and twisted black shadow on the wall. She felt that there was really something trying to break free from the shackles and come out of the seal.

But then look carefully at Xia An and the pastry stick in his hand.

The long white strips entangled with the pastry stick are the dough balls that are formed quickly. They are ordinary and simple, and there is no trace of any terrifying beast.

"This is very wrong!"

"Compared to the last time he performed the 'White Snake Chain', it's not at the same level at all!"

After Xia An displayed his special skills and continuously stirred and kneaded more than a dozen mountains of dough, he stopped to take a breath.

Meng Yulu walked up to him.

Take a stunning glance at the mirror-smooth surface of the dough on the table.

Couldn't help but ask:

"How come your skills in white-case cases have increased dramatically?"

Xia An looked normal, and said calmly:
“It has improved a lot.”

He glanced at the illustration of the [White Snake Chain] stunt on the panel.

From entry level to great success.

Two proficiency level increases.

Just talking about the feel, they are two completely different experiences.

Eating and drinking are as easy as that.

There is no need to deliberately concentrate to maintain the operation of the special skill.

It happened so naturally and spontaneously that he performed his unique skills from beginning to end.

Stop when you want to, speed up when you want to, any variation is under your control!
“This is Dacheng’s unique skill!”

Xia An sighed.

He turned and looked inside his body silently.

Especially the Dantian position under the abdomen, where the air flow energy swirls and surges.

Obviously, after mastering both [White Snake Transformation Chain] and [Zhou's Food Carving Technique] to perfection, Xia An clearly felt that the airflow under his abdomen was condensed into substance, and there were faint signs of fission.

If he had already mastered two golden skills before the night market activity at Zhuhai Station, the energy in his body would be enough to support Xia An in performing the high-intensity explosive flame and Tianxiong Flame Wheel for several days and nights without sleep.

It can be said that the liver power is at the level of a god.

then.

As Meng Yulu watched in confusion.

108 small mountains of noodles turned into 108 pieces of dough.

These doughs are either white, grayish black, or stained with the colors of vegetables.

But no matter what ingredients are mixed into the dough.

The noodles themselves are smooth and delicate, with a masterful craftsmanship that takes the audience's breath away.

"I would like to call you the Dough Immortal." Meng Yulu exclaimed.

"Why do you also have a nickname like this for a certain immortal?"

Xia An sighed and put away the alloy pastry stick.

Meng Yulu looked serious:
"Because I think you deserve this nickname and it's the most appropriate for the current situation."

Xia An: ? ?

"It would be better to call him the god of pastries in ancient Shenzhou." He said casually.

Meng Yulu pondered:

"That's not impossible?"

Xia An was speechless and spread his hands:
"Sister, don't take it seriously. If these nicknames spread from your mouth to the outside world, I will definitely be hated by everyone."

After a while.

The dough is ready to rest.

When Xia An demonstrated the Zhou's food carving technique [Great Accomplishment].

Meng Yulu was petrified.

"You have actually cultivated to such a level the skills inherited from Master Zhou Yu of my Yangquan Restaurant?"

The tone of this sentence is somewhat sharp.

Apparently, even Meng Yulu, the modern female chef, couldn't hold back and was in shock and disbelief.

……

Before Xia An could carve out 108 kinds of noodles.

Watched for a while.

Meng Yulu, feeling upset, chose to leave the kitchen, closed the door, leaned against the smart door, and called Mr. Fan, the chef of the previous generation:

"Hey, Mr. Fan, I sent you a short video on Weixin, take a look."

The old man seemed unable to use the smart phone. After a while, he finished watching the short video with the help of others.

"Xiao Lu, has Boss Xia learned Zhou's food carving technique before?"

Mr. Fan said in great surprise.

"He hasn't learned it... probably? Anyway, the first half of the secret book was delivered to him by me in Shu about two weeks ago, and he got the second half of the secret book when he came to the collection hall of Yangquan Restaurant."

Mr. Fan seemed to be digesting and understanding something. After a while, he said slowly with doubt:
"It's impossible at this time!"

"By the way, Xia An's father is a top-notch chef from our Yangquan Restaurant? Well, I vaguely remember him. He seems to be a chef from the same school as Master Zhou Yu? So it is possible that Xia An has been practicing this unique skill since he was a child under the influence of his father..."

Meng Yulu could understand the meaning of the words.

It is simply impossible for humans to cultivate a unique inherited skill to such a high level in just half a month.

Not to mention one or two months, ten, twenty, fifty or even a hundred years.

For example, Mr. Fan.

He had only managed to cultivate this Yangquan Restaurant's secret skill to a small level of success.

Of course, only Mr. Fan knew the extent of his mastery of Zhou's food carving technique. He has not made any moves for a long time and does not participate in any public cooking competitions or programs.

Even close friends like the elders of the Lu family only roughly knew that Mr. Fan had absorbed enough experience from the notes of many famous people and predecessors of the Yangquan Restaurant and practiced the Zhou-style food carving technique. However, it was impossible to get a glimpse of the full picture of his level of cultivation without high-intensity food battle exposure.

"What level has his Zhou-style food carving technique reached?"

Meng Yulu asked curiously.

You know, although Meng Yulu also studied and practiced Zhou's food carving technique, this was not her major.

Yangquan Restaurant is a famous and huge restaurant in the Chinese food world. Many famous chefs in the past dynasties have left behind a legacy that is worthy of being recorded in history. Therefore, the inheritance within the restaurant is divided into many branches and schools.

The true and unique skill of the famous Zhou Yu is the Zhou's carving technique.

The branch of "Master Shiquan" Luo Tian is all-encompassing, just like the master's former name. Meng Yulu is the most outstanding inheritor of this school and has learned a lot of Master Luo Tian's true teachings.

"Better than me."

Mr. Fan's tone was difficult.

Meng Yulu was stunned on the phone:

"Better than you?"

"What realm is that..."

Mr. Fan's breathing sounded heavy during the call:
"More than minor accomplishment."

Done.

The phone beeps and is busy.

Meng Yulu:? ?
She put away her phone and murmured blankly:

"Is Mr. Fan broken?"

Don’t think that you won’t fight when you get old.

As far as Meng Yulu knows, these veteran chefs are very competitive and hostile to each other. Unless they are defeated head-on in a food battle, they will never admit that they have lost to others.

Old Fan saw a short video and witnessed a young man who defeated him, an old man who was about to die, by mastering his unique skills and practicing at a high level. He must have been so depressed that he was looking for a quiet place to rest.

If it's broken, it's broken.

"Luckily, he is not a chef from my school, and he has not learned any of Master Luo Tian's inherited skills." Meng Yulu patted her chest in relief, still showing horror on her face as she muttered to herself, "Otherwise, if he was overtaken by the 'New Deng' and killed in terms of realm, where would we old Dengs put our faces?"

anyway.

Certified by Mr. Fan.

If the news that Xia An's attainments in Zhou's food carving technique have surpassed that of veteran Lin chef Fan Lao were to spread, a group of veteran Lin chefs would probably become restless.

"It feels like it won't take long for this guy to break through the special-level realm?"

Meng Yulu suddenly felt strongly threatened by Xia An's extraordinary potential and the speed of improvement in his cooking skills, and her scalp tingled.

Because she is just a senior special chef, not one of those old Denglin chefs.

It was easy for Xia An to catch up and beat him to death on the beach!
(End of this chapter)