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The online community has already stirred up a storm, and the popularity of live streaming is growing stronger, but none of this has anything to do with the examination hall.
As everyone adjusted their attitudes and focused intently on Lin's performance, Lin Ye continued with the next steps without distraction.
The handling of ingredients was just the most basic step; now it was time for Lin to showcase his true skills, the prowess of a Culinary God from Earth!
"This... this guy isn't just trying to make a single dish?"
Lin's subsequent actions drew gasps from the crowd, and his methods left everyone even more astonished.
Lin was busy, his body spinning like a top, appearing to be in a chaotic state as he alternately picked up the spatula and turned back to handle the ingredients, seemingly flustered.
But this was merely an appearance; anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lin was busy yet organized. Each of his steps resembled a precise program, interconnected yet not interfering with one another.
Lin's actions could be divided into three parts: First, he used a large Iron Pot to steam rice. He employed an extremely ancient Iron Pot, which was one of Lin's signature techniques.
Some flavors cannot be produced by high-tech kitchen tools; cuisine emphasizes delicate processes, and even the slightest difference can lead to variations in taste.
Second, Lin seemed to be making soup. After processing the Large Mouth Clear Water Fish, he simply tossed it into a Clay Pot to simmer.
With this clear broth preparation, Lin was genuinely aiming to create a true clear soup, which paired well with rice—indeed a good choice based on experience.
Thirdly, this would be where Lin's main dish came into play; he was about to prepare a rice bowl dish.
If these three steps were separated, any chef could easily accomplish them. Normally, everyone would find it straightforward; however, today, no one dared to attempt such a feat.
Under the multiple pressures of ingredients, time, and psychological stress, few would choose to prepare multiple dishes as it could easily lead to mistakes. Once an error occurred, it would result in chaos.
For many chefs, they wouldn't dare take that risk, but Lin did!
It is not because Lin Xin is particularly skilled, but rather due to Lin's experience working in a restaurant, where he had to face hundreds of diners and prepare hundreds of dishes.
He is not just limited to steaming rice, stir-frying vegetables, or making soup; even if asked to combine Chinese and Western cuisine, he would handle it effortlessly!
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In short, everything is under Lin's control as he proceeds methodically—lighting the fire, grabbing the pot, heating the oil, adding ingredients, and stir-frying!
Adjusting the heat, boiling water, sautéing meat, and plating!
Lin moves like a butterfly dancing gracefully; what appears chaotic to the untrained eye is, in fact, the most exquisite dance in the eyes of those who understand.
As time passes, Lin's dishes gradually approach completion.
However, this time the dishes Lin prepares are quite different from before. Whether it’s the stir-fried main course or the accompanying soup, there is none of that mouth-watering aroma.
Locking in Aroma!
This is Lin's unique technique, which can be considered the essence of his culinary career.
The so-called locking in flavor means completely eliminating the "aroma" from "Color, Aroma, Flavor." This elimination does not mean that the dish lacks fragrance; rather, it preserves that aroma to the greatest extent before it reaches the taster.
Thus, a strange scene unfolds at the venue: everyone leans forward, occasionally sniffing the air, eager to know what Lin is preparing.
But Lin keeps his secrets well; all they can see is him busily working away while his dishes remain a mystery to everyone.
What kind of rice bowl is this?
The more they cannot figure it out, the more restless they become. They are very curious about what kind of dish lies beneath Lin's extraordinary knife skills.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
The blue countdown had entered its final moments, and Lin was also in the last stage. He lifted the spatula in his hand, pouring the orange-red sauce over the rice.
Lin's dish appeared somewhat unusual; instead of being served on a plate, his rice bowl was presented in a shallow Sea Bowl, square-shaped and resembling a soup basin.
The bowl was filled to the brim with rice, which certainly warranted the title of "Appetizing." By ordinary standards, this portion was more than double what a typical person would eat.
"Time's up!"
As the countdown reached zero, the Arrogant Elder stood up eagerly and called out loudly.
At the same time, Lin had also reached the final stage. He held Willow Whisper lightly over the cutting board, sprinkling some dark gray powder that resembled drifting pollen into the fish soup.
After completing the last step, Lin smiled confidently, casually placing Willow Whisper back into its sheath before gently unwrapping the cloth.
His slightly longer hair fell loosely as he shook his head, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He called out cheerfully, "Gentlemen examiners, please taste! Fish Flavor!"
It was a strange name; this rice bowl, clearly made with pork as the main ingredient and fish soup as a side, was oddly called "Fish Flavor"?
Amidst anticipation and curiosity, ten attendants approached to serve Lin's rice bowls to the examiners.
Lin Yi had prepared eleven servings in total. For the last one, he personally carried it over to Poverty Old Man, confidently saying, "Poverty Old Man, please give it a try."
As he placed the tray in front of Poverty Old Man, he felt it might be lacking and added, "This is my best effort so far; I hope you enjoy it."
"Let me taste your strongest Craftsmanship and see how it is."
Regardless of Lin's Craftsmanship, it was Lin's heartfelt effort that brought joy to Poverty Old Man. Even during the assessment, he remembered to make a dish for him; this child understood well.
Do not forget the well-digger when drinking water. Lin is just that kind of person; beneath his seemingly indifferent exterior lies a heart full of gratitude.
He is unsure how much Poverty Old Man has done for him, but Lin knows that what he has witnessed is enough to repay Poverty Old Man with a spring of gratitude.
This is not a mere drop of kindness; it is the grace of a mentor.
After the long-awaited dish was served, everyone chose to remain silent. Even those in the Live Streaming room stared eagerly, no one dared to flood the comments with random messages.
The Live Streamer circled around Lin before finally turning the Camera towards Poverty Old Man, focusing on the dish in front of him.
In a pure white square Sea Bowl, there lay perfectly cooked rice, each grain plump and separate, yet retaining just the right amount of moisture.
On top of the white rice was an orange-red sauce, with shredded meat, bamboo shoots, carrot shreds, and green pepper shreds shimmering in the translucent sauce.
"Could it be... this is an ancient dish, Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork?"
Perhaps it was Poverty Old Man's extensive experience; he recognized the dish's prototype with just one glance.
Indeed, this dish is Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork. Anyone who has tasted it would easily recognize it. However, Lin smiled widely and gently shook his head.
"No, this dish is not Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork, but rather, Fish Flavor!
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