After the duel was decided, Meg set a trap for Harris as he wished. It was synchronized with the system's mission. Success or failure depended on this.
If he lost, he would have to call the other party master according to the system's punishment. He had nothing to fear.
Could this little fellow be thinking of joining my Black Wok Gang, becoming my disciple, and learning how to cook from me? Harris looked at Meg thoughtfully, and started to suspect if Meg was playing him.
With the help of Mia and the rest, Meg also took out all the kitchen utensils and ingredients that he needed. They were placed opposite Harris' kitchen utensils, and were placed on both sides of the judges' table.
"Please make way." When it was almost 10am, Chapman's voice sounded from outside. The bullock-cart drove over slowly, and then stopped.
Chapman's disciples hurriedly went forward to help unload the cart. There weren't many ingredients, and they could barely fill two baskets. They were all very common dishes.
After the ingredients were placed on the other side, Meg lifted his hand to look at his watch, and calmly said, "10am."
"Alright. Then, let us compete in the first segment — knife skills." Harris didn't procrastinate, either. He took two potatoes from the basket, placed one beside his hand, and tossed the other in Meg's direction. He then said, "Knife skills are the basic skills of a chef. The saying '70% knife skills, 30% heat control' fully demonstrates the importance of knife skills. Here are two potatoes, one for you and one for me. The rules are very simple. Within three minutes, you have to demonstrate the most exquisite cutting skills you can on this potato. Then, the judges will vote for the potato that they think has the better cutting skills. "
"Alright." Meg caught the potato that still had some dirt on it. He didn't have any doubts about Harris' simple and crude rules. Knife skills were delicate work, and every chef was different. Comparing them together was just to see who was more impressive.
The scene had already quietened down. Everyone looked at the two potatoes in Meg and Harris' hands, and held their breaths subconsciously. They all wanted to know what these two ordinary potatoes would look like in their hands.
Meg tossed the potato up casually, and grabbed the fat head fish with his right hand. The knife flashed, and the potato seemed to be dancing on the tip of the knife. The potato skin with dirt on it rustled down, and in the blink of an eye, a peeled potato was spinning slowly on the tip of the knife.
Meanwhile, the potato skin landed on a plate below. The thin layer of skin didn't stick to the potato at all. It was extremely intact.
"What impressive knife skills!"
The audience couldn't help but exclaim. That move was so smooth. Although it was just peeling the skin, it was already a technical barrier that couldn't be imitated.
"Interesting.." Harris took a look at Meg. The smile on his face had already disappeared, and his expression was sincere and solemn. He reached out to grab the saury, and placed the knife on the potato. With a gentle flick of his finger, the potato started to spin on the chopping board.
Starting from one end of the potato, a complete and long potato skin started to grow rapidly. In the blink of an eye, a complete peeled potato appeared on the chopping block. There was also a complete potato skin that was about a centimeter wide at the side.
"This is probably the so-called operation that the eyes can learn, but definitely can't do."
The audience was also a little speechless when they saw that.
Both parties had shown their skills. Just peeling the potato was already very impressive.
Meg didn't pay attention to Harris' actions and the audience's voices. He held the knife in his hand, and only had eyes for the potato in front of him. Although it looked like a complete potato on the surface, it had already been deconstructed countless times in his eyes before he decided on the most flashy plan.
The knife rose and fell. The kitchen knife that looked heavy and thick was as delicate as an embroidery needle in Meg's hands. It was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He was either cutting or peeling, just like a master carving the most exquisite piece of art. That focused look of his made people moved, and they couldn't bear to disturb him.
"A serious man indeed looks rather charming." The Hill looked at Meg with interest. He could almost imagine him looking like this when he was drawing those intricate blueprints. Otherwise, how could he complete such a huge project all by himself?
"No wonder Mr. Mag has progressed so quickly. This level of concentration is extremely rare for a chef." Robert was also looking at Mag with an expression of awe and admiration.
Geoffrey was also looking at Meg with a slight frown. He had received some news that this Mr. Mak had an unusual relationship with Gloria. Perhaps he was the fashion designer behind Suede.
Suede was able to emerge as a new force to be reckoned with, and become the leader of Chaos City's fashion industry in just a few months, all because of those uniquely styled clothes. The clothes that broke the shackles of tradition and were full of design left those old-fashioned tailors in Chaos City in the dust.
As a businessman who started his business with textiles, he could see the core of Suede's rapid growth and high profits at a glance. That hidden designer was equivalent to the soul of Suede.
And this soul was now holding a kitchen knife, and cutting the potato seriously.
Recently, there were some rumors saying that this Mr. Mak was also very close to The Hill.
Even he had heard of Mamy's name before. It was just that he didn't want to lower himself to line up for a meal, so he hadn't tried it himself yet.
Such a young man with so many identities had indeed piqued his interest. Furthermore, Meg had once said that he was going to overthrow the Aden Chamber of Commerce. That made him even more interested.
"Please, Boss, you must win." Yabemiya clenched her fists nervously. She no longer thought that Meg could win against Harris easily.
All the ladies in the restaurant were a little nervous. This was a battle that concerned Mamy's honor.
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Following a clank from the judges' table, Meg and Harris stopped cutting their knives almost at the same time.
"What's that? A golden dragon? "
Everyone exclaimed as they looked at the potato that Meg had placed on the plate. It had already been carved into a giant dragon that was about to fly.
The customers who were closer could clearly see the distinct dragon scales on the dragon's wings. Even the dragon's eyes seemed to be full of life. They were so lifelike that it felt like it would fly away from the plate anytime.
What was most astonishing was that Mag had used a kitchen knife that was as thick as a brick, and it only took him three minutes to create such a work of art.
On the other hand, the potatoes on Harris' side were divided into many different shapes and sizes. They were placed on an open plate, and looked a little messy as if a child had cut them up randomly. It was a world of difference compared to Meg's lifelike giant dragon.
Did Master Harris just give up on the first round?
Everyone couldn't help but wonder.
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