Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 123 The Milky Way Falls from the Ninth Heaven? Is this really okay?! (3K Second Update)
Xia Ming wouldn't care about the lives or deaths of the other players.

In the context of the city, to put it politely: competitors should respect each other, and we should each rely on our own abilities.

In the context of the Nine Provinces continent, it means: survival of the fittest. If you lack ability and opportunity, don't blame the geniuses for getting too much!

Just like Xia Ming right now, preparing the ingredients for the poached chicken that everyone dreams of, and using them to make a rich broth~
Whether or not Xia Ming has this chicken is not that important; what's important is whether the other players have it!

what?
You asked what would happen if we did this and couldn't get 200 people to advance?
Sorry, that was a problem with the competition organizers' handling of the competition format, how can you blame the players?
Xia Ming smiled slightly, took out a chicken from the vegetable basket, removed the melted ice shards, washed it slightly, removed the chicken feet, peeled off the skin, and casually extracted the remaining blood essence from it.

Smelling the chicken, which no longer smelled of blood, Xia Ming curled the corners of his mouth.

"In this competition where scallions are in high demand and there's no ginger or garlic, removing the fishy smell has become a challenge."

"If the judges were a little less qualified, there would be a way to get away with it, but the judges in the previous ones were not so bad that they couldn't even tell the difference."

Thinking about what was about to happen, he couldn't help but chuckle.

After processing the chicken, Xia Ming cleaned up the dirty pork bones, removing the blood clots and external grime, revealing the complete shape of the whole pork bones.

Normally, the blood clots in the pork bones need to be soaked beforehand when making the broth, but for Xia Ming, he doesn't need to do that step at all.

As for the seaweed, it's even easier to handle. Just rinse it briefly, check for any that have escaped, drain the water, and set it aside.

Bring water to a boil in a pot. Once the water reaches the required temperature, Xia Ming boldly put the prepared whole chicken directly into the pot, then simmered it together with pork bones and washed scallions.

After finishing the broth, Xia Ming began to process the pork he had in his hands.

This is a beautiful piece of pork belly with three stripes.

The classic three-layer fat and two-layer lean cut is the golden part for making braised pork.

With such high quality, the price in a large chain supermarket would definitely not be low; to see it in the spoilage section is simply a pipe dream.

Therefore, the only explanation is that this thing was deliberately placed there later.

"Such a good piece of pork belly is perfect for making braised pork. The only piece of pork of comparable quality is pure lean meat."

The reason Xia Ming didn't take the piece of lean meat was simple: it was pressed too low.

Hundreds of plates of problematic pork were piled up on top, and moving them wouldn't be an easy task.

Instead of wasting this effort, you should target your competitors elsewhere.

While he was quickly processing the pork belly, Sun Xingyao was already frantically rummaging through the pile of meat!

"Useless! Useless!!! All of you are useless!!"

So far, the best he's seen is a piece of meat that, after thawing, can still be considered somewhat fresh.

Looking at the meat that he used to be too lazy to even smell, he could only grit his teeth and put it aside for now.

He had considered going elsewhere, but the problem was that Li Yuan had tricked him when he was at the vending machine, and he was extremely angry.

But when he saw that Li Yuan hadn't taken the salted plums, he secretly mocked Li Yuan for being fooled.

You know, even if you can scrape off some salt from sea salt-flavored sunflower seeds, how can they compare to salted plums, which are an excellent accompaniment to meat?
So, after getting the preserved plums, he set his goal!

He wants to make the best braised pork in the entire competition!
But as the saying goes, ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh; to be pork belly, you first need to have meat.

Forget about "three-line pork belly," he couldn't even find a decent piece of "plum blossom pork."

After a long while, they pulled out a pig's foreleg, which was only half a foreleg and was still thawed meat.

"I'm furious!!! Have these guys gone mad? This is something no human being would do!!"

Sun Xingyao lost her temper on the spot, which scared the other contestants who were originally hiding far away, causing them to shrink back a step to the side.

Most contestants knew the nickname "Mad Dog Sun," and even some hotheads would be pulled back by the people around them.

After all, this guy can't distinguish friend from foe when he goes crazy, and if something really happens, none of the contestants will be in a good place.

This action left Sun Xingyao, who was in the middle, with nowhere to vent her anger. Before, she could at least grab an unlucky guy and yell at him, but now there wasn't even an unlucky guy left.

He was so angry that he could only vent his anger on the pile of mangled flesh in front of him!

He suddenly pushed the meat away a few times, and in a corner he didn't notice, a box of lean meat silently flew far away.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could continue searching, he heard the broadcast.

"Contestant Sun Xingyao obstructed other contestants from selecting ingredients and deliberately wasted ingredients, violating the rules. She is hereby given a yellow card warning and 1 point will be deducted from her score in the final tally of this round."

"He is hereby ordered to retrieve all the ingredients. If he refuses to comply, he will be given a red card and disqualified from the competition next time!"

Sun Xingyao was taken aback when she heard what was said on the radio.

My first instinct was to yell, but I managed to hold it in after standing up!

His hands trembled for a long time before he gritted his teeth and began to pick up the food from the ground.
The other contestants surrounding the area absolutely supported this decision!
"What kind of chef is someone with such a bad temper? They don't even have a basic brain. Even if they can make delicious food, it doesn't change the fact that it's inherently bad!"

"That's so satisfying! That's how it should be. Keeping people like that around would only ruin the reputation of us chefs!"

"They dare to do this on CCTV1's live broadcast? Aren't they afraid of being blacklisted by the Chinese Chefs Association?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The Chefs Association has only banned two people over the years, both for using illegal ingredients. The Chefs Association isn't afraid of your arrogance, the key is whether you have the ability to be arrogant!" "Right, if he really had the ability of last year's champion 'Wei Yan,' then arrogance would be fine. But he didn't even make it into the top five in the preliminary rounds, does he really think he's a big shot?"

Just as everyone was selecting ingredients and laughing, a woman with a braided hairstyle suddenly emerged from the crowd.

"? Did they give us a huge safety net???"

Qiao Ruoning squatted down and picked up a piece of lean meat from the corner, as if it were a precious treasure.

"I really dislike this kind of part; it's just too unfriendly to someone like me with bad luck!"

Looking at the pork tenderloin in her hand, Qiao Ruoning was almost moved to tears.

She wasn't very lucky this round. She was ranked high, but she kept missing out on the normal ingredients. So far, she's only managed to pick out some vegetables and peppers.

It's not that her skills are too bad; after all, someone who can go toe-to-toe with Bai Heng can't be too bad either.

It's just that I'm having Mercury retrograde today, and I feel really awful.

Originally, she didn't plan to come and join in Sun Xingyao's fun, because she had always been annoyed by Sun Xingyao and would avoid her whenever she saw her.

Unexpectedly, someone threw a rotten banana on the ground, and she lost her balance, staggering a few steps and squeezing her way to the front of the crowd.

Just as I regained my balance, I saw this "tenderloin" falling from the sky.

Qiao Ruoning stood up with a smile. She would change the recipe on the spot just for this piece of pork tenderloin, after all, the difference in ingredients was just too great!
She flashed her little tiger teeth and grinned as she prepared to retreat, but as soon as she looked up, she saw Sun Xingyao's figure.

"Give me back my meat!"

Qiao Ruoning laughed when she heard this. She was afraid of trouble, not of problems!

"Mad Dog Sun, you threw it out yourself, why should I return it to you!"

But if Sun Xingyao could reason like that, he wouldn't be Sun the Mad Dog.

"Aren't you going to pay me back?!"

"If you don't pay, then go ahead and do it! Think it over! You're already got a yellow card!"

With a cold snort, Qiao Ruoning put the meat into the basket and turned to leave.

To be honest, she was a little afraid that Sun Xingyao would go crazy even if it meant withdrawing from the competition, since he had actually done it before.

But Sun Xingyao didn't say another word until she left the crowd. It was clear that although Sun Xingyao wasn't very bright, she knew where she was.

He didn't realize he was wrong; he was just temporarily afraid.

Since they didn't catch up, Qiao Ruoning breathed a sigh of relief.

"May good fortune always be with me, and may everything go smoothly and peacefully! With such a piece of pork tenderloin, I'm sure I'll be in the top 200!"

"Quick, quick, go check if there are any leftover chilies over there!"

Some are happy, some are sad. Compared to Xia Ming's bountiful harvest, Qiao Ruoning is lucky, Zhu Wuneng is serious, Han Tianyan is methodical, and Bai Heng was tricked by Xia Ming.

Guan Chongyun's path was fraught with difficulty.

He was never known for his creativity, and he had a tough time due to limited ingredients.

After much thought, he considered making rice noodles, but the quality of the rice he was using disappointed him.

After finally managing to pick out a few of the better ones, I took them home to soak. When I came back to pick out the vegetables, I found that they were no different from crops that had been ravaged by locusts.

In the end, it was only after much picking and choosing that it barely managed to come together something that looked decent.

Just as Guan Chongyun was struggling with his decision, Qian Youdao, Han Tianyan, He He, and Bai Heng had all gathered the necessary materials.

They also chose to leave the vegetable selection area, taking their ingredients and running back to their own stoves.

As they passed Xia Ming's place, they smelled a very fresh sugarcane scent.

He He was extremely sensitive to sweetness. Standing by the glass, she curiously looked inside and discovered that Xia Ming had juiced the sugarcane and was using a large fire to "concentrate" it.

Looking at the blazing stove, He He's eyes narrowed slightly as she realized that Xia Ming intended to use concentrated sugarcane juice to replace white or brown sugar and directly caramelize the sugar.

The problem is that freshly squeezed sugarcane juice is 85% water, and the first step to concentrate it is to evaporate it over high heat.

Of course, this applies to experienced chefs; those without experience should simply simmer it over low heat.

In terms of steps, Xia Ming's operation was flawless in He He's eyes.

But use high heat, not raging heat! Sugarcane juice will burn at the bottom! While this method can speed things up, a single mishap can cause premature caramelization, resulting in a bitter taste.

Just as she felt that Xia Ming's actions were extremely risky, she saw Xia Ming suddenly exert force with his left hand, lifting the pot slightly, and then inserting the spatula directly into the pot with his right hand, followed by a sharp twist.

The sugarcane juice in the pot began to rotate counterclockwise. The next second, he pulled the spatula sharply with his right hand, and it looked as if a galaxy had fallen from the sky.

He He was completely dumbfounded by the frantic ladle-pulling (spoon-throwing) motion!

"No? Is it really okay to do this recklessly?"

(End of this chapter)