Two servings meant two bowls. The bowls were really big. Usually, they were called big bowls, but more accurately, they were bigger than big bowls. They should be called soup bowls, the especially big kind.
"This time, only five chefs on site will be selected to come up and have a taste. Whoever the light shines on will have the chance to answer the question. If the answer is correct, they can come up and have a taste of my Laksa," Yuan Zhou said concisely.
Just now, a staff member had already come up and taught Yuan Zhou how to use the apparatus secretly. That was why Yuan Zhou said that.
Five chefs would be selected. Including Opello and the other two, there would be eight chefs. Two bowls of Laksa should be enough.
Without any preparation time, Yuan Zhou immediately stood in front of the button and pressed it after he finished speaking. He didn't even look at the direction where the light came from. Instead, he slightly lowered his eyes and directly pressed the button again after counting to 30 in his heart. Then, he raised his head and looked down.
He saw the light shining on a burly man with an unkempt beard. He probably couldn't believe it. After looking around for a while, he confirmed that he was the first lucky person and immediately stood up. Fortunately, the chairs were arranged in a row. Otherwise, he would have most likely toppled over.
A quick-witted staff member immediately passed the microphone to the burly man. When Yuan Zhou raised his head, he saw a shy look on the burly man's face.
Yuan Zhou coughed lightly before saying, "Chef, may I ask if I used the stone chestnut spice when I was making the Laksa?"
He was asking about the process of making the Laksa. It was simple. Anyone who paid attention would have an impression of it. However, it was also difficult. The stone chestnut spice wasn't very common. If one didn't pay attention, one wouldn't even know about it.
This was probably the first time the burly man spoke to a famous chef like Yuan Zhou. He was a little nervous and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to ease his nervousness. He even scratched the chef's hat on his head before saying, "Hello, Head Chef Yuan. You didn't use the stone chestnut spice earlier."
He had a weird accent, but he was speaking the Chinese language. Although it was a little stiff, it wasn't hard to understand.
As an aside, ever since Yuan Zhou became recognized as the best chef in Asia, many chefs across Asia began to learn the Huaxia language on their own. It was mainly said that Dashi Xiujie and Sucha were accepted as disciples because they knew the Huaxia language.
Although this was just a rumor, there might be a reason behind it. Since there was such a rumor, there must be some truth to it. Since Japan and Thailand had already accepted in-name disciples, maybe they would be next.
Although such a chance was very slim, it did not prevent these chefs from making some preparations in advance. There was an old saying in China, "Opportunity favors those who are prepared." Therefore, everyone was very enthusiastic.
The Korean Lee Youxin had been waiting for a chance to show off.
After Li Youxin finished speaking, he stared at Yuan Zhou closely. He was afraid that Yuan Zhou would say that his answer was incorrect and waste such good luck. Even though he racked his brains and racked his brains, he was very sure that he did not see the existence of the stone chestnut. However, without a final answer, he was not at ease at all.
"Indeed. I used the Stone Millet Flower. Congratulations to this chef for getting the correct answer." Yuan Zhou didn't have the habit of leaving others in suspense. He straightforwardly announced the answer.
"Phew …"
Li Youxin took a deep breath and visibly relaxed. Even his shoulders, which had been slightly raised due to nervousness, had collapsed.
Without any delay, Yuan Zhou gestured for Li Youxin to wait for a while before starting to choose the second person. The selection process was very fast. In less than 10 minutes, five people were gathered. It was unknown if it was a matter of luck, but it was almost an average of one person per country.
Unfortunately, the people from Huaxia didn't have a chance. They could only stare at the five lucky people going up the stage together with Opello and the others.
As they got closer, the five people's saliva almost broke through the defense of their lips. It was because it was really too fragrant.
"Gulp."
Everyone swallowed their saliva at the same time. Then, they took the small bowls and chopsticks handed over by the staff and moved to the two bowls of laksa.
Laksa was actually very rich in ingredients. Not only was there a wide variety of spices, but there were also many ingredients. For example, prawns, fish slices, and coarse rice flour were all basic dishes. There were also other vegetables, such as bean sprouts and cucumbers. There were also white fruits, fish cakes, and some other products.
There were all kinds of ingredients placed in a bowl, but it didn't seem messy. On the contrary, it was very orderly and looked very elegant.
The eight of them surrounded a basin, no, a bowl. With sharp eyes and agile hands, they quickly scooped up a bowl each and started eating.
It was unknown if they were afraid that they wouldn't have any if they were too slow.
Li Youxin relied on his tall and strong physique to be the first to scoop up a full bowl. He immediately started eating. As soon as he took a bite, a sour and spicy taste spread out. The rich and mellow taste was mixed with a fresh and fresh taste. There were also the indistinct smell of various spices. It didn't seem superfluous when mixed together. Instead, because the ratio was just right, the taste was very mellow and mellow. It was extremely delicious.
They couldn't stop after the first bite. They held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. They ate extremely quickly, including Opello and Huang Aishan.
Originally, Huang Aishan had wanted to carefully taste the taste of the Rempah sauce with the matured Shantuoer before eating. But the moment he took a sip of the soup, he was conquered by the fresh, thick, sour and spicy taste. It was appetizing and tasty, making his stomach feel extremely comfortable.
It was as if all the pores on his body had been opened up. He felt lazy all over, as if the warm winter sun was shining on his body. It was so comfortable that he wanted to moan.
As for the idea of trying out the sauce, it was already out of his mind. He didn't have the time to think about it anymore.
The way the people on the stage ate like they were possessed made the people below the stage even more restless.
"It'll definitely be delicious."
"I think the taste will be extremely good. I really want to eat it."
"If only I was the one who asked that question. Otherwise, I would be able to taste Head Chef Yuan's craftsmanship."
"Look at the way these people eat. They definitely won't be able to taste the taste. If I go up, I will definitely be able to taste the taste of Head Chef Yuan's dishes."
The people below the stage were whispering to each other while the people on the stage were also fighting with each other. It was very lively. However, no matter how big the basin was, it was still limited. Coupled with the fact that there were many people fighting over it, the basin was naturally emptied very quickly.
The chopsticks collided with each other. Then, after glancing at each other, they immediately moved to another basin.
Of course, it was probably because they had gotten used to it that their speed was even faster. Compared to the first basin, the second basin was even faster. It was only slightly slower than the first basin.
After they finished eating, the eight of them looked at Yuan Zhou anxiously. When they found that there was really nothing left, they smacked their lips and continued eating reluctantly.
"So it's really the Matured Shan Tuoer? How did Head Chef Yuan come up with this idea? I have researched for so many years yet I still can't figure it out. Head Chef Yuan, a Chinese man, actually cooks a sissy dish that's even more authentic than mine. I really can't believe it.
Huang Aishan snapped out of her stupor and her thoughts started racing. However, that didn't stop her from watching Yuan Zhou cook.
Next, Yuan Zhou cooked Coconut Milk Rice, a dish unique to Malaysia. Naturally, it was done according to the standard procedure of Laksa. He would call a few people up to answer the questions and then reward them with the food he cooked.
Every time this happened, the chefs would feel their blood boiling. This was especially so when every person who went up to eat the food would have an intoxicated look on their faces. This caused everyone's enthusiasm to soar.
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