The beginning is only when you become a chef

Chapter 153 Emperor, Night Market and Fried Noodles (5K)

The judges stared blankly at the scene emerging from the mist above the steamer.

Suddenly, the halo became brighter.

The crowd saw countless scrolls as if they were visiting a museum.

"From the unification of the seven kingdoms to the modern era?"

"This aura is completely different from the original Asian edition!"

When the fog completely dissipates.

What everyone saw naturally dispersed.

It was as if it was just an illusion.

Close-up of the lens.

The thick but neat noodles filled the steamer.

What’s even more bizarre is that the audience discovered that these noodles were not smooth and white ramen.

Instead, the noodles are crispy and golden, as if they have been fried at high temperature, and are twisted into spiral shapes from beginning to end!

"Mahua... spiral noodles??"

Except for a very small number of experienced chefs who are well versed in classic recipes.

The rest of the audience, including guest judges, Chi Xiaobai, Wei Xuelin, Nakiri Managi and others.

They all looked surprised.

Xia An nodded: "Yes, this is the secret of the noodles in "Unifying the Seven Kingdoms Fried Noodles"."

"For example, Liu Maoxing's Ganges Fried Noodles uses 108 kinds of noodles to create a detailed food sculpture."

“In this classic recipe handed down from generation to generation, Asia Magazine also gave the noodles many details!”

Ganges fried noodles.

People have seen it, and even become obsessed with it, repeatedly watching the short video of "Boss Xia" working at the night market stall at Shenzhen Station, so they are naturally familiar with it.

The Fried Noodles of the Seven Kingdoms is a famous dish that was created at the same time as the name.

Nowadays, countless Chinese audiences have truly witnessed the appearance of the unified seven-nation fried noodles through this competition program.

At this moment, I don’t know how many people are feeling excited, amazed and proud.

These are the predecessors of China’s culinary world, who displayed their amazing culinary skills and left behind classics that will go down in the history of the culinary world for eternity!

Xia An didn't say much and started to put the noodles on a plate.

Assigned to each reviewer.

During this time, whispers were heard inside the building outside the judging panel.

"This fried noodles is really plain, without any side dishes?"

"But at the beginning of the show, Boss Xia clearly asked for a lot of ingredients. Where did those ingredients go?"

"Haha, I was staring at Kitchen No. 7 the whole time. All these ingredients have been melted into the noodles!"

"What? Smelting??"

"Literally, all the ingredients become stew!"

Among the Airborne Lin chef guests, the former leader of Yangquan Restaurant, an old man named Fan, half-closed his eyes and stared at the steaming fried noodles on the plate for a few seconds.

Suddenly, the old man named Fan picked up a pair of chopsticks.

Use your chopsticks to aim at a specially picked out chow mein.

Use a little force on your hands.

laugh!
Suddenly, the noodles were cut off.

The heat was surging.

The top director Gao Shengqi had already reminded the cameraman at the front desk through the internal headset to capture this scene.

So, when the camera freezes.

The classic scene that has been passed down through the ages... was reproduced on the stage of the third episode of the Juxialou Competition!
"Chucky!"

Thick, boiling liquid that looked like magma gushed out.

The cross-section of the noodles was like a volcanic spring, gushing out hot and thick soup that looked like magma in color.

Mr. Fan’s face was shocked.

The tragic horn sounds from the ancient battlefield of the Warring States Period faintly rang in my ears.

The plate was filled with mist.

It seemed that there appeared a ancestor dragon sitting high in the Xianyang Palace, wearing a black robe and an imperial crown on his head.

His eyes and face were blurry, but his domineering aura was clearly projected towards the judges sitting at the table.

As a result, all the guests were shocked.

Haven’t started eating yet.

This dish, "Fried Noodles of Unified Seven Kingdoms", seems to allow them to glimpse the First Emperor across historical time and space.

Behind.

Kyo Nina stared at the broken noodles and swallowed uncontrollably again.

"No, the brutal killing aura of the ancient battlefield, the domineering dragon aura of the First Emperor, are all illusions!" Jing Nina screamed in her heart, "I saw it..."

"I can see more clearly!"

"He is clearly using the history of the unification of the seven kingdoms to describe the daily life of the people in this great era!"

That's right.

At the judging table, each guest's plate of food and fried noodles were all releasing heat together.

And it is in a fog that seems like history.

Kyonina saw it.

The First Emperor sitting high in the Xianyang Palace was rapidly fading away.

Amid the hustle and bustle of a modern city, a busy market street scene emerges.

From morning to night.

The market street is filled with the rhythm of soy milk, buns, and fried dough sticks in the morning.

In the late hours of the night and early morning, the fierce stoves roared, and the vendors at the food stalls along the street were frying the very common street fried noodles.

The stall owner seems to have good skills.

The aroma of fried noodles can be smelled from miles away.

The area was also filled with anxious late-night diners.

Just as Kyonina was about to continue observing the stall.

The screen disappeared.

"Just the smell itself can contain so much information?" Kyo Nina couldn't help but feel complicated and muttered to herself in her heart.

While Kyo Nina was in a daze, the judges could no longer suppress their raging appetites and ate heartily.

Suck!

The thick and big noodles filled my mouth in no time.

The pretty face of married woman Nakiri Managa was swollen up extremely high, and coupled with the fierce chewing like a hungry ghost, her face seemed to be spasming and a little broken.

Suddenly, close-up in front of the camera.

Nakiri Managi leaned back, her fair and slender neck stretched straight.

The blue veins were clearly visible, and beads of sweat overflowed on her smooth skin, then flowed into the tall, full and attractive grooves in her collar.

"It's beef noodles--" she hissed, her eyes full of tears and tenderness.

"That's right, this strong and powerful taste can only be beef noodles!"

Ms. Wei Xuelin, a female special class from Linggui Province, had an expression and tone of amazement:
"And not in a superficial way with beef gravy!"

"He has already ground and chopped the beef, mixed it into flour, kneaded it into dough, and then made it into these thick sandwich noodles!"

Ji Xing Liao.

Yukihira Soma raised his hand high, like a student asking a question: "No matter how finely ground beef is minced, when mixed with flour and made into dough, it should have a rough texture like beef patties, right?"

"But the camera has captured the dough made by Boss Xia before, it is delicate and smooth."

"Then Boss Xia waved the noodles in the sea of ​​fire and performed a magical performance of stir-frying noodles without a wok."

"Those noodles haven't turned into spirals yet, and the waterfall looks so smooth and beautiful! Not rough at all!"

Although Medicine King had not finished speaking, his friends in Polar Star Dormitory had already understood.

This is exactly what they are wondering.

I've only ever heard of meat pies or something like that.

When mixing the minced meat into noodles, I also want the noodles to be chewy and flexible like normal pure flour noodles.

Anyway, this method is beyond the culinary understanding of everyone in Polar Star Dormitory.

"Shura" Saibajo Ichiro has already visited the Nakiri family residence.

At this moment, no one can answer the questions of the friends.

"I don't understand!"

Tanaka Kei showed awe:

"If that's all, that's all."

"Didn't you realize that adding boiling hot and rich soup into this magical 'beef noodles' is some kind of inhuman technique?"

Nakiri family residence.

The golden-haired lady jumped up, unable to maintain her usual calm and proud expression.

"Master has already mastered the ancient skill of 'White Snake Chain' to an incredible level. I am not surprised at all that he can mix in beef and make perfect noodles of high standards."

Erina Nakiri's pretty face is full of facial expressions.

"But when did Master pour the soup into the noodles?"

"What technique did you use? I can't understand it!"

The house hall was silent.

Everyone was silent for a moment, then looked at each other and smacked their lips.

Doubts and surprises were written all over Dojima Gin's muscular face:

“The ingredients are refined into a rich soup.”

“The beef is mixed into the flour and eventually becomes part of the noodles, becoming one with them.”

"And then? How does the soup disappear into the noodles?"

“I can only say that this is indeed a classic ancient dish. There are too many secret steps and processes. It’s impossible to understand it just by watching the live broadcast!”

Caiba Chengyilang suddenly added:
"In addition to the above procedures."

"Don't forget, Boss Xia's ingredients already included several live fish!"

Hearing this, Dojima Gin slapped his thigh in shock:
"Huh? Yes, the live fish disappeared too!"

"It actually disappeared into the noodles just like the beef...hiss?"

Leonora, another wife of the Nakiri family, was very curious and said:

"Also, in the interpretation of pan-free fried noodles, why are the noodles given a spiral thread shape due to some mysterious technique?"

Hear this.

Alice complained:

"Hey, mom, if you put it that way, then the process of making 'fried noodles without a wok' is also very complicated. If you look around the world of gourmet food, I'm afraid only my master can do it, right?"

These words once again plunged the Nakiri household into dead silence.

And in the live studio.

The judges never stopped using their chopsticks. Their masseter muscles worked desperately, cooperating with the gums to tear the thick noodles in their mouths.

click!
The chef king of the port area, an old man named Yang, suddenly broke the chopsticks in his hand.

"Is that so?"

The veteran chef was thrilled.

"Snapper, flounder."

"Bamboo shoots, cabbage, fungus, vermicelli."

"These six ingredients represent the six kingdoms in the Warring States Period except Qin!"

As he chewed, Old Yang could vaguely see six ingredients with distinctive flavors, which scattered like meteors and fell to various places in the land of China. Yanzhao was in the north.

Wei, Qi and Han were in the Central Plains.

Chu is in the south.

Qin controlled thousands of miles of fertile land in Guanzhong and Shu.

"Then Mr. Yang, what food ingredient does the Qin State use to refer to it?" The beautiful host interrupted and asked at the right time, making her presence known slightly.

"Of course it's 'beef noodles' itself!"

The one who answered the female host was Chi Xiaobai who stood up.

Her fame and cooking skills are no less than those of the contemporary female chef Meng Yulu of Yangquan Restaurant.

An expression of worship.

Hold the chopsticks.

He raised his hand and picked up the last piece of noodles on the plate, holding it high in the air.

"It is this thick and overbearing noodle that wraps and engulfs six ingredients from six countries!"

Say it.

Chi Xiaobai didn't have any of the manners of an internationally renowned top-notch talent.

He stuffed the noodles on the chopsticks into his mouth with his backhand, making a clearly audible slurping sound.

"what--"

Therefore, Chi Xiaobai was the first to express his satisfaction with the Green Plate Movement.

"I've really eaten enough this time! I'm so full!" Chi Xiaobai was mumbling something when he was suddenly stunned, his face full of disbelief as if he had seen something strange.

"Where is this?"

Mr. Yang, the chef king of Hong Kong, and Mr. Fan, the former chef of Yangquan Restaurant.

The head of the Liu family is Liu Heng, and the core member is Liu Bo.

There are also two old friends Chi Xiaobai and Wei Xuelin, as well as the "only special executive" of the Europa International Gourmet Association, Managi Nakiri, who has always participated in this program out of friendship for someone's sake.

The judges and guests gathered in the Xianyang Palace, which was shrouded in curtains.

It seemed that a historical farce had just ended.

The soldiers were cleaning the blood left by the assassin, and the palace servants were moving the damaged objects.

Witnessing this scene, the guests felt their scalps tingling and immediately turned their eyes to the throne high above.

In the lights.

The lonely figure of the emperor.

Just like the dark night at this moment, dark and cold.

"Jing Ke..." After an unknown amount of time, the First Emperor on the throne whispered the assassin's name in a complex tone. In front of his feet was a blood-stained map of the mountains and rivers of the State of Yan.

"Um?!"

At this moment, the guests and the First Emperor smelled a strong odor that suddenly exploded in the Xianyang Palace.

"Is this the taste of fried noodles?"

The guests swallowed their saliva in unison as if they were responding to a stress reaction, and looked at each other with greedy faces.

Da da da da…

The sound of the First Emperor's footsteps could be heard on the steps.

The guests could see the emperor.

But the First Emperor ignored their presence, quickened his pace and walked straight past them, then his figure suddenly entered some kind of time and space portal and suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the ripples of time and space emerging between the curtains of the palace.

Everyone looked at each other.

The aroma of fried noodles becomes more intense.

There were even sounds of raging fire and frying that echoed throughout the Xianyang Palace.

"Let's go, follow!"

A group of guests who were transformed into greedy ghosts were vying to squeeze into the ripples of time and space without giving in to each other.

Late at night, in a bustling food street in a southern city.

A wave of heat hit my face.

The bright street lights outline the street scene.

A small fried noodle stall on the street was surrounded by dozens of diners.

The guests were stunned.

Because the First Emperor, who was still wearing his crown and had not had time to change into his casual clothes, was standing in the crowd.

I watched the fireworks spreading from the stalls and rising into the sky, and then looked up at the residential buildings and high-rise buildings lining both sides of the street.

Behind the emperor's crown and pearl belt is a face full of surprise and shock.

Suddenly, the stall owner who was busy cooking fried noodles looked up and packed a portion of fried noodles for the customer.

After seeing the stall owner's appearance.

The guests were stunned and all had question marks over their heads.

???

Boss Xia?

Thousands of words turned into one word: Wow.

I'm clearly aware that I'm in a food fantasy.

But the body is very honest.

The group continued to squeeze in without giving way to each other.

"Hey, let's go."

"Sorry, we are the ones in line now."

"Oh, yes, even if you are Qin Shi Huang, you still have to queue up!"

After a long time, it was the turn of the ignorant First Emperor to order food.

"What kind of noodles do you want to fry? Do you want eggs? Do you like it spicy?" the young stall owner asked without even looking up.

The First Emperor; "..."

Next to them, several judges were slurping noodles, and the sound was in surround sound.

"I am your lord." The First Emperor could not hide the ups and downs in his tone. He raised his hand and pointed at the judges who were laughing around him, "Give me one of these, too."

"Okay!"

In reality, the studio of the Juxialou Competition.

The judges, who had already taken action with empty plates, were slumped in their chairs, recalling something with dazed expressions.

After a moment, Chi Xiaobai spoke with difficulty.

He stared at Xia An, whose face was calm;
“I tasted a hint of Chef Lin in your dishes.”

This statement is truly earth-shattering.

Immediately, countless viewers' heads were buzzing.

This pool is top grade.

Does he know what he's talking about?
The taste of Chef Lin?!
That's an exaggeration.

You know, this is just the stage for nine-star chefs to compete.

Although the "Nine Stars" like Boss Xia, Jing Nina, and Xiao Shimeng are all very evil and break common sense.

When the audience was confused.

At this moment, what is the camera language used in the studio?

Chi Xiaobai looked at Xia An seriously, obviously waiting for his answer, and he would not give up until he got the answer.

And around them are the other judges.

Even the two chef bosses who appeared in this episode.

Not only did he not have the intention to correct Chi Xiaobai's "nonsense".

Even Mr. Fan and Mr. Yang, two well-known figures in the Chinese culinary world, had slightly devastated expressions, trying hard to hold back something, and seemed to be hesitant to speak several times.

In the end, it was the same as Chi Xiaobai.

Just stared at Xia An silently.

"Ok?"

The beautiful host wanted to make a humorous joke and passed this segment, but the expressions and body language of many judges on the scene clearly showed that they were on Chi Xiaobai's side and supported his statement.

As a result, the beautiful host, who realized something, and the audience on the stands of the building fell into a state of shock, speechless and silent.

Damn it?

Are you serious?

On the second floor, Tang Jinghan, Lu Zuguang and Wen Chaoqing, three young talents in China’s culinary world, were all dumbfounded.

"What does Chef Lin taste like?"

Xiang Shilin lost his voice: "Uh... can't it be 'Shi Yi'?"

His voice echoed throughout the building, startling everyone.

Countless eyes were cast towards this place.

Wu Zhu was too late to shut up Xiang Shilin, who was so talkative. Now he could only lower his head and move a few steps away quietly to show that he didn't know this guy.

Food ethics!

this vocabulary.

It seems to have some kind of magic.

Immediately, the ancient Ju went downstairs, and fell into another round of absolute silence.

"impossible……"

After a long moment, Kyonina murmured, shook her head, and stepped back.

It is absolutely impossible.

"Throughout history, there has never been a case of a chef with only nine-star cooking skills comprehending the 'righteousness of food'!"

Hearing this, Xia An just smiled and didn't refute anything.

The loneliness of the blue-green cheater was only understood by him at this moment.

But Nakiri Masaki suddenly spoke up:

"Throughout the ages?"

"Then when Liu Maoxing, the former chef god, passed the special assessment and became a special chef at the age of 13, did he also create an unprecedented record?"

Liu Heng nodded in agreement:

“Yes, history is made by the people.”

“The history of the food industry is created and updated by chefs one by one!”

"Just because something has never happened before doesn't mean it can't happen in the modern food world, just like our ancestor Liu Maoxing set a historical record of becoming a top chef at the age of 13."

"There will always be incredible people born and create new history!"

Countless viewers who were watching the live broadcast in person and online were shocked and outraged.

What Liu Heng said.

Doesn’t this mean that Boss Xia’s dishes really contain the essence of food?

　Officially updated!
　　Then explain the situation:
　　In July, I thought I had a cold and fever, but later when all the symptoms appeared, I bought an antigen and unfortunately tested positive for "Triple Yang". Triple Yang brings good luck. It may be that I haven't written a book for a long time and stayed up late, which weakened my body. Triple Yang has more severe symptoms than the previous two times, with cough, fever... and diarrhea.

　　Fortunately, I didn't get pneumonia and had to be hospitalized, but I still had to hold on for two weeks. I lived in my old house in self-isolation for my family and children, and I updated the updates intermittently while struggling to code despite muscle aches all over my body.

　　The situation improved in August, and I was already resting at home. I have been keeping fit and exercising, and my physical condition has improved. Some of the sequelae of being a delicate person, such as shivering when using air conditioning and abnormal taste, have almost recovered by themselves. However, my appetite is still very big and I get hungry easily.

　　I am an author who doesn’t like to post updates and is rather introverted and writes my own stuff, so I haven’t announced anything yet. I just want to apply to rejoin the team once I recover.

　　It is now early September, and I am still exercising regularly. However, my previous work intensity was quite high. After resting for more than a month, I thought carefully and decided not to do it anymore. So I will become a full-time author in the future and rely entirely on the support of book friends to make a living.

　　Being full-time means having a full-time attitude, typing regularly during the day, and middle-aged people no longer staying up late. Let's let our actions speak for themselves.

　　Readers who can see this chapter are book friends who have not given up on this book. The author bows his head in gratitude!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)