Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

Chapter 156 Fujiwara Taro's Strength

Gao Yang remained calm and stepped forward, throwing a whole chicken and a chicken carcass into the pot. He then added some crushed pork bones and started simmering the broth.

Of all ramen, whether it's the first-broth ramen from Yuncheng or the beef ramen from Northwest China, the most important thing is the broth. If you can make a good broth, the ramen will definitely not be bad.

He methodically and steadily chopped the vegetables into small pieces and threw them into the soup pot.

The broth is rich but has an uncontrollable greasiness. Adding other vegetables can not only reduce the greasiness of the broth but also add some sweetness.

"Glug glug".

The broth simmered on the fire, bubbling gently, and the aroma of chicken and pork bones slowly wafted out, so rich and fragrant that it made you want to sniff.

"Gao Yang really knows how!"

Lin Ran jumped up happily and pulled Wang Biao to her side.

"Look, I told you your master was good, right?"

Wang Biao clapped his hands excitedly as well.

"Yes, yes, I really didn't know my master knew this. He must have kept it a secret for too long. I must find a time to find out all of my master's tricks!"

Everyone was immersed in joy, as if Gao Yang could easily win the competition.

Unexpectedly, Fujiwara Taro suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"You think you can beat me with this level of skill?"

Everyone looked over.

All I saw was Fujiwara Taro setting up a soup pot and throwing in pork spine and pork leg bones.

"You bunch of laymen know nothing. The key to Japanese-style ramen is its rich flavor."

His movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause, and he turned the fire up to its maximum.

Before long, the pork bone broth, simmering over high heat, slowly turned from clear and transparent to white, and a rich aroma of meat wafted out.

Seeing this, Fujita Daishu's confidence soared, and he put on his arrogant smile again.

"See? The broth that Ramen Master makes is the broth from our country. Only this kind of broth is worthy of being used to make Japanese-style ramen."

"As for you, the broth is still crystal clear, which proves that Gao Yang has no idea how to make a broth. In my opinion, you should just admit defeat and stop wasting time."

Fujiwara Taro chimed in.

"Fujita-kun is right. In our country, whether it's Ichiran Ramen or Jiro Ramen, these famous ramen are all made with pork bone broth. Only by cooking over the highest heat and using the passion of the flames can the broth be made to be the purest and most flavorful."

"And you, using both pork bones and chicken, will only result in a broth that lacks aroma and tastes as bland as dishwater."

A faint smile graced Fujiwara Taro's face.

He wouldn't dare say anything about other aspects, but when it comes to Japanese-style ramen, he's a universally acknowledged expert.

As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ran's expression changed drastically, and her heart jumped into her throat again.

Looking at the broth still bubbling in Gao Yang's pot, she felt a surge of anxiety. Even the aroma wafting from Gao Yang's side seemed fainter than that of the pot opposite hers.

"What to do, what to do?"

She looked at Wang Biao.

But Zhou Guodong reached out to stop him.

"Trust Gao Yang; he has his own ideas."

Zhou Guodong crossed his arms and looked at the situation on the field, his brows furrowed.

Although he didn't know anything about Japanese-style stock, he understood that simmering clear broth over low heat and boiling stock over high heat were the only ways to promote emulsification and achieve the most delicious flavor in the whole pot of soup.

Gao Yang clearly understands this, but what is he doing?

No one understood it.

At this moment, Gao Yang took out more than a dozen large shrimp.

"shrimp?"

In an instant, everyone was confused.

Why would you need shrimp in a ramen with such a rich, meaty flavor?

Could it be that they're planning to put shrimp in the ramen?

But if you do that, the whole ramen dish will be ruined because the flavors won't blend together!

Everyone was puzzled, and Wang Biao looked at Zhou Guodong, hoping to hear some reasonable explanation from the old master.

But Zhou Guodong just shook his head helplessly.

"I don't know either, I can't figure out what it tastes like."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ran was struck dumb, as if by a bolt from the blue.

Even Zhou Guodong, who has worked in the kitchen for thousands of years, is not sure about the taste of this ramen. How could this ramen possibly beat Xiaoben?

She looked at Gao Yang, watching his busy figure, and felt a mix of emotions.

Her emotions led her to choose to trust Gao Yang and not worry about him.

But reason told her that, no matter what, Gao Yang had no chance of winning this competition.

Not far away, Fujiwara Taro was methodically filtering broth.

The rich broth thickened after long simmering, and its color changed from milky white to a grayish white.

The rich aroma of meat is mixed with the sweetness of vegetables; just smelling it makes your mouth water.

The crowd's expressions grew even more grim, as if they could all foresee how delicious Fujiwara Taro's ramen would be once it was cooked.

In contrast, Gao Yang quietly took out some clams.

"Haha, you've brought out clams again! What are you planning? Are you trying to make a hodgepodge?"

Fujita Daishu's voice rang out, and the strong mockery startled everyone, while laughter echoed from the Japanese side.

"This is hilarious! They think they can compete with our Ramen Master? They don't even know their own abilities."

"Yeah, it's chicken, pork bones, and now they've even brought out prawns and clams. I think he's just trying to grab attention."

"Gao Yang is an incompetent person. I guess Yu Sheng guessed it before. He still dared to provoke us. He's just overestimating himself."

On the Japanese side, their back-and-forth banter made Lin Ran and the others, whose expressions were already grim, even more uncomfortable.

They understood that if they lost this competition, they would lose face for the entire catering industry in Yicheng.

Fujiwara Taro appeared to be quietly working on the ingredients, but he was secretly beaming with joy.

He came to China with the Fujita family hoping to become more famous, and now that he has a springboard here, how could he not be happy?

His movements became increasingly nimble, and he shook the ramen in the noodle container.

He knew in his heart that everyone on this field except him was a novice.

Everyone knows that the broth is important for ramen, but little do they know that the essence of ramen lies in the broth itself.

Seeing that his ramen was cooked through, he quickly scooped it out.

The bucket of dough was tossed twice in the air, and the scalding hot water shot straight up like a water snake.

Thick white steam rolled in, and the rushing sound of water drew everyone's attention.

He patiently placed the ramen noodles into the soup bowl, added the side dishes and garnishes, and then pushed it in front of Kong Xiangyun.

"Fujiwara Ramen is ready, please enjoy!"