Chapter 1141
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"This must be the pinnacle of soups. An unsurpassable pinnacle," Febid praised as he sipped the soup carefully, afraid that he would spill a little.
"Mr. Febid, who is known for his sharp tongue, actually gave such an evaluation. That's unbelievable." Everyone was shocked when they heard that. Those who were familiar with Febid's style of food criticism found it even more unbelievable.
"See that? I told you Mr. Mak would definitely win. I tried that 'Buddha jumps over the wall' with my own mouth last night. That taste … Tsk, tsk. It's really memorable," Harrison said proudly to the crazed fan of the freshwater seafood soup beside him.
The crazed fan, who had been feeling smug for a while, snorted coldly. He obviously felt guilty, and said, "Hmph. There are still three people. It's not certain who will win yet."
"Seems like Mr. Meg's new dish has made an outstanding innovation again." Robert's eyes lit up too.
During this period of time, there had been a phenomenon of people imitating and learning from Mamy's cooking methods in Chaos City, and developing new dishes and delicacies.
Chaos City's culinary world, which had stagnated for many years without any progress and innovation, was entering an era of blossoming flowers.
Although there were no stunning and phenomenal delicacies yet, this phenomenon was very good. It was also full of surprises for the diners as they could discover more and more new dishes on the menu.
A solo dance that led the trend of delicacies had never happened in the history of Chaos City, or even the history of the Norland Continent. Mr. Meg might become a man who would go down in history because of his delicacies.
He scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, and his eyes became brighter and brighter. The delicious soup was full of meatiness, but it was not greasy at all. The distinct layers were amazing. He wanted to analyze the flavors one by one, but there were simply too many of them. There were even some that he had never seen before.
After swallowing the 'Buddha jumps over the wall', Robert smilingly said, "Seems like there will be a change in the next Delicious Cuisine Rankings."
Avis also drank a mouthful of soup. The scrumptiousness of the 'Buddha jumps over the wall' bloomed in his mouth. It had a strong impact, and shocked him.
"The younger generation will surpass us in time." Avis looked at Meg and praised him in his heart. He had also placed Mamy's at the top of the meat rankings. Both the red braised pork and the Peking duck had shocked him greatly.
Meg's culinary skills and unique culinary thinking had far surpassed the chefs of this era, including these old fellows who had been immersed in the kitchen for decades.
"If this soup appeared at the Roth Empire's king's palace banquet, it would definitely be chosen as the best dish of the banquet. Mr. Meg's understanding and creativity in cooking is truly admirable," Avis praised sincerely as he looked at Meg.
"You flatter me." Meg cupped his hands and said modestly.
"President, are you saying that Mr. Mak's Buddha Jumps Over The Wall is going to reach the top?"
"Old Master Avis just said that the freshwater seafood soup has a promising future, but now he's saying that Mr. Mak's' Buddha Jumps Over The Wall 'is the best dish at the palace banquet! Isn't the difference too obvious? "
"Although the final vote hasn't been held yet, it seems like the tables have turned."
"Haha. Mr. Mak's ability isn't for show."
The onlookers discussed fervently.
Sith held the small bowl in his hand with a pale face.
"B-boss, w-we won't lose, right?" The bald man asked softly as he looked at Sith anxiously. He no longer looked as smug and confident as before.
"It's an unexpectedly high evaluation. What's interesting is that the ingredients in each judge's bowl are different even though it's the same bowl of soup. Then, let's follow the rules just now. I'll try the meat in this soup first and see how it tastes." Randy put the previously peeled river prawns back into the freshwater seafood soup, and scooped out a piece of meat from the bowl with a spoon. "Looks like this is a piece of chicken. There's indeed a strong chicken broth taste in the soup. I wonder how this chicken will taste after being cooked for a long time."
As Randy spoke, he put the cubed chicken into his mouth.
The most important thing about cooking meat was the control of the fire. If it was cooked for too long, the meat would turn dry easily, or it would lose its original chewiness and taste because it was too soft.
As an exquisite carnivore, Randy's requirements for meat were almost perverted. In order to find meat that he was satisfied with, he had once carried his backpack and traveled almost all over the Norland Continent. This was also the reason why he could become the youngest columnist for carnivore in just a year.
Readers often said that his words had a soul. He was a true carnivore.
According to his experience, meat that had been cooked for such a long time had already lost its taste and texture.
He bit into the chicken, and it didn't have the mushy texture that he expected. Instead, it had the perfect amount of tenderness and smoothness. What was even more incredible was the rich meaty taste that came with it.
It wasn't just the taste of the chicken. The aroma of wine, seafood, mushrooms, and all kinds of meat had merged together and permeated the chicken perfectly. There was flavor within flavor. It was mushy but not rotten when chewed, and the aftertaste was endless.
Randy felt his scalp starting to go numb. This had completely overturned his understanding of meat. He had never seen food like this before.
His taste buds were already going crazy as they welcomed this wonderful carnival. He almost chewed his tongue.
After swallowing a piece of chicken, he felt like he hadn't had enough.
"I can't find the words to describe this feeling anymore. Even compared to all the meats that I've tasted in the past, this meat can be ranked in the top three. What's even more incredible is that I actually encountered it in a bowl of soup. This world is too crazy! " Randy was full of admiration. He looked at Meg with a smile, and said, "I think I already know what to write for this month's column. Mr. Meg, I really have to thank you."
"You're welcome." Meg nodded slightly. He couldn't stand these so-called food critics the most. He hoped that they would also become chefs in their next lives.
Randy retracted his gaze, and scooped up a piece of transparent shark's fin with the spoon. After studying it for a while, he tried to put it into his mouth.
The smooth shark's fin slid into his mouth almost instantly. The shark's fin that was soaked in soup had a very wonderful texture and a wonderful taste. It gave him a completely different experience from the chicken.
The five judges were all carefully tasting the small bowl of 'Buddha jumps over the wall'. The big bowl of freshwater seafood soup at the side was completely ignored.
"Ding." Febid's spoon was the first to touch the bottom. He raised his head and poured the last few drops of soup into his mouth. He put down the bowl and looked at Meg. "Mr. Mak, another bowl!"
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