Chapter 887: Chapter 886: Proxy War (Part 3)
minutes later, the three camps of Xia, Wei, and Ye were all ready.
In the cooking area.
Xia Yu, who had just woken up, looked at Uncle No. 10 smiling foolishly in front of him and read the tension and nervousness in his eyes.
This won’t do.
With the goal of maintaining a harmonious mentor-student relationship in mind, Xia Yu said, "What should I call you, Brother?"
"Song, Song Han."
Trainee No. 9 entered the kitchen, finally took off that safety helmet, and put on a white cap, also donning an apron.
"Brother Song, don’t be nervous, do you know why I chose you?"
Xia Yu spoke kindly.
"I don’t know how to make rice cakes!" Uncle said sternly.
"According to the rules, I can dictate the recipe to you throughout the process. Just follow what I say, and there won’t be any problem!" Pausing, Xia Yu added meaningfully, "And, at a critical moment, I will also use the one-time intervention help opportunity to assist you in improving the quality of the rice cake!"
"Trust me—"
Punching the uncle’s shoulder, Xia Yu’s gaze fell on the uncle’s rather strong and powerful arms and thought to himself, "This kind of rice cake requires ’three steams and two hundred hits,’ and the so-called two hundred hits is to put the steamed rice into the stone mortar and pound repeatedly with a wooden hammer..."
Sturdy and powerful!
Xia Yu chose the recipe, and among his three trainees, two women and one man, the only one who met this condition was the uncle in front of him.
The cameras captured Xia Yu and the uncle’s interaction clearly.
Brother?
Hearing the famed Demon King Xia address a trainee like that, the cameraman couldn’t help but laugh, wondering how many viewers would be dumbfounded when the show aired.
"Oh—"
Suddenly, there was a commotion.
It turned out that the Wei Zhong camp had already started making rice cakes!
"Hmm?"
Xia Yu followed the sound and was immediately surprised.
"Radish?"
Wei Zhong stood with arms crossed, and in front of him, a high school student was busy. This Trainee No. 1 was peeling a large radish with a tool and then shredding it.
Seeing this scene, Xia Yu’s pupils contracted slightly, "I see!"
The knowledge he had picked up during the crash course just now suddenly came to mind.
The rice cake using radish was very similar to Chai Tau Kway.
The word ’kway’ in Chaoshan, Fujian, and Hainan actually refers to pastries and snacks.
And Chai Tau Kway, also known as radish cake, is a variant developed in Fuzhou from the original rice cake!
Looking at Ye Feizhou over there, he seemed to be explaining something carefully to a female trainee, whose face was flushed and expression slightly dazed, seemingly not in the right state.
Xia Yu couldn’t help but laugh.
"That Ye Feizhou is really charming! He’s killing it!" He whistled lightly, a sound so quiet that, however, Ye Feizhou in the neighboring kitchen seemed to hear it, glancing over with a wry smile.
"Brother Song, let’s start too!" Xia Yu then said to the uncle beside him.
"Alright—"
The waiting time was not wasted, as the program team had already prepared the ingredients during this period; otherwise, Xia Yu wouldn’t have had time to secretly learn.
Unlike the Wei Zhong Group’s Fuzhou Radish Cake, Xia Yu chose a rice cake recipe that used whole rice grains, steaming the rice thoroughly over high heat instead of using rice paste.
"It’s Dahe Rice."
Xia Yu instructed the uncle on how to wash the rice, grabbing a handful of rice grains himself from the rice basin.
He didn’t even need to activate the super vision analysis.
As the rice grains and his palm’s skin made close contact, ingredient information popped up in Xia Yu’s vision:
"’Dahe Rice,’ its quality is very close to Fantasy Rice and can even rival some Fantasy Rice. The ingredient characteristics include—multiple trace elements, a gelling degree greater than 70, and an average pure protein content of 80% per grain."
"Note, this rice is extremely suitable for making pastries (rice cakes)."
The information made Xia Yu’s mouth curl into a slight smile.
Dahe Rice!
A rare variety among rices and the foremost secret of "Ge Yang Rice Cake"!
"Sss..."
The rice steamer spewed out billowing hot steam.
Half an hour later, the rice was gradually steamed into cooked rice over high heat.
Xia Yu, monitoring the heat for the trainee, fixed his gaze, "It’s ready!"
Next, Uncle Trainee No. 9, following Xia Yu’s instructions, took out all the hot rice balls and turned to place them into the clean stone mortar behind him, repeatedly crushing the rice with a small stick.
Gradually, the rice balls turned into a mushy paste.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The broad-shouldered, round-waisted uncle pounding the rice balls in the stone mortar wielded a large wooden hammer.
"Hmm, the trainee’s steps have reached this point pretty well. In a moment, where I can intervene with ’Divine Hand’ is..." Thinking of the Divine Hand, Xia Yu’s eyes moved and reflexively looked towards the Wei Zhong Group’s location.
The previously focused high school student had already backed off, watching with wide eyes as Wei Zhong inserted his hands into the rice paste and potato flour.
Of course, in that big basin, there were also sausage bits, dried shrimp, mushroom bits, and other ingredients.
Wei Zhong’s pair of white and broad hands caught people’s attention.
Here it comes!
Just in time to catch the critical segment, Xia Yu’s eyes lit up.
Slowly, gently...
Compared to Ye Feizhou’s performance at the gathering, how to describe Wei Zhong’s hands, more ethereal, like an illusion or mist, clearly stirring and mixing the ingredients, yet it was a silent picture.
"Super Vision, activate—" Xia Yu’s pupils immediately glowed with a mystical golden light.
Suddenly, Xia Yu’s expression changed slightly.
"Uncopyable culinary skill?"
What he saw changed, but his mind was blank, not gaining any useful information from the special pupil skill.
If it were about learning the recipe secretly, his mind would surely be bombarded with an information flow, about to explode.
This means that spying on the high-level "Divine Hand" only lets you glimpse the secret without being able to grasp it and make it your own. Xia Yu thought to himself, "The Super Vision’s replication skill actually failed!"
"As expected!"
According to the system’s analysis, actually, "Divine Hand" is more inclined toward the innate talent aspect. After all, compared to the culinary skills like Bursting Flame and spice inequality, the effect of Divine Hand is much more mystical, creating many jokes and awkward situations, which have left Xia Yu frustrated to this day, especially after the "salty pork hand" incident at Lunar New Year’s Eve dinner, where Zhu Qing has been avoiding him with weird glances ever since.
"Divine Hand," "Divine Tongue," "Divine Sense of Smell"...
Wait a moment.
If they are part of a system, it would make sense that Super Vision can’t replicate them.
"If Super Vision can’t replicate, then it means I can only drop skill cards by defeating monsters to enhance the level of ’Divine Hand’?" Xia Yu immediately withdrew his gaze, face showing an unpredictable expression, with a hint of a dangerous aura quietly seeping from his eyes.
"Chef Xia!"
Uncle Trainee set down the wooden hammer, panting, "I’ve pounded exactly 200 times, so what’s next..."
"Leave the rest to me!"
Xia Yu rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, washing his hands carefully.
In the show’s footage.
Wei Zhong, Ye Feizhou, and Demon King Xia, whether kneading rice balls or mixing, those three pairs of fair and smooth palms were quite eye-catching.
"Tsk!"
Zhu Qing in the audience blushed and commented, "What a bunch of demons dancing in a wild frenzy!"
Another half an hour passed, and three types of rice cakes were placed on the judges’ table.