"Practicality is the most important aspect of knife skills. Harris' potato pieces may seem ordinary and messy, but they have already included all the variations. No matter what dish you want to make, you can choose and match the best cutting method from them." Geoffrey raised his hand and pointed at Harris. "My vote is for him."
"3: 2, Master Harris wins!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
However, this result wasn't too surprising. This was an exciting knife skills duel. The two chefs used different styles to demonstrate their exquisite knife skills.
However, to the regular customers of Mamy's, it was still hard for them to accept that Mr. Mak had lost.
"Young friend, it seems like I have won the first round," Harris said to Meg with a smile.
Meg nodded slightly to express his approval of this result.
Although he had already used his knife skills to the extreme, just like what Geoffrey had said, the skills that Harris displayed represented all-roundness and practicality. It was a little like returning to the basics.
He knew his own standards very well. He could perform the dishes that he had learned in the test field for the God of Cookery to the extreme. However, if it was a dish that he hadn't learned before, he couldn't guarantee that his knife skills could achieve the desired effect. That was the difference between him and Harris.
"Boss actually lost," Yabemiya said disappointedly. She had never seen her boss lose before.
"Seems like this chef is indeed very impressive." Phyllis looked at Harris nervously. If Meg lost, would they all lose their jobs?
All of a sudden, everyone at Mamy's became a little nervous.
"It's alright. It's just the first round. Boss doesn't lose to anyone when it comes to cooking," Elizabeth said calmly.
"But, does Boss have any cold dishes that he's good at?" Yabemiya said worriedly. "From what I remember, he hasn't made any cold dishes before. There's no cold dishes on the menu, right?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard that. They also suddenly realized the seriousness of this problem.
Harris looked at Meg, and said, "Since my young friend doesn't have any doubts, then our first knife skills duel will come to an end. I am leading with a score of 1: 0. Next, we will begin the second round: the cold dishes duel. The rules of the duel are also very simple. Each of us will make a cold dish, and the judge will decide the winner after tasting it. What do you think? "
"I agree." Meg nodded, and returned to his stove. The loss in the first round made him feel a sense of danger. It also showed him the true abilities of the world's top chefs.
Exquisite knife skills could be accumulated through decades of hard work. Relying on the test field for the God of Cookery and the experience of being a top-notch chef directly instilled in him, it was like taking a shortcut that allowed him to improve steadily. The foundation at the bottom was too superficial.
Of course, this did not affect his ability to cook delicious food according to the recipe.
For cold dishes, he could only choose the Spicy Beef and Chili Lung Slice.
This made him feel somewhat fortunate. If he hadn't drawn this dish before, he wouldn't have known how to deal with this situation.
The audience gradually quietened down. The first knife skills duel was already so exciting. Naturally, they were looking forward to the second cooking duel even more.
"Alright. Before the duel starts, I would like to ask for a volunteer from the audience." Harris scanned the crowd with his eyes, and smilingly said, "The cold dish I want to make is called '18-year-old girl's dress.' The ingredients are all prepared, but I am lacking an 18-year-old girl in a dress to help me carry the tray. Is there any girl who is willing to volunteer?"
There's such an interesting thing?
The crowd instantly became restless. Some of the girls in dresses were eager to try, but they were too shy to come out.
"Me! Me! "
Vanessa raised her hand, and shouted.
"Mas … Miss, you are only 16 years old. You are not 18 yet," Lora reminded her softly as she tugged at her skirt.
"It's okay. If you don't say, and Uncle doesn't say, who knows?" Vanessa quickly answered softly with her hand still raised high.
Harris's gaze landed on Vanessa, and he smiled as he waved his hand, and said, "Alright. Then, let's invite the beautiful girl over."
Vanessa walked forward happily, and bowed slightly to Harris. She happily said, "I am your loyal fan, and have seen all your challenge records. I am very curious about your building blocks delicacy."
"Look at this little mouth. It's like it's smeared with honey. I will give you special permission to eat with the judges later." Harris smiled so widely that his eyes disappeared.
"Thank you," Vanessa said happily. She turned around, and winked at Meg as she mouthed, "All the best."
"Duke, isn't Young Mistress being too high-profile?" Lora asked worriedly.
"It's okay. This is what she should be doing at her age. She has been suppressed for too long. It's time for her to release herself properly," Abraham said with a smile as he looked at Vanessa. Abraham looked at Vanessa with a smile. Her brother would be here to bring her back in a few days. There were not many chances like this.
The young ladies in the crowd who missed the opportunity couldn't help but feel regretful. They actually missed the chance to taste the delicacies with the judges because of that little bit of hesitation.
Everyone's gaze landed on Meg as they wondered if Meg would need help, too. They definitely couldn't miss such an opportunity.
Meg glanced at Vanessa before his gaze landed on the audience. He calmly said, "The cold dish I am going to make is called 'husband and wife lung slice'. Is there anyone —"
"Me, me, me!" Before Meg could finish his sentence, Gjerj had already squeezed out of the crowd with Miranda's hand.
"H-husband and wife lung slice?"
Did Mr. Mak's dish require a volunteer couple to donate their lungs?
The entire place fell silent instantly. Everyone was looking at Gjerj and Miranda strangely.
Meanwhile, some of the couples in the audience hurriedly let go of each other's hands and kept a distance. They pretended that they weren't a couple so that they wouldn't be taken advantage of.
"Erm …" Gjerj also realized the severity of the problem. He rushed out in a hurry just to get a chance to taste the dish. He didn't expect to drag Miranda into this mess. He looked at Meg bitterly, and said, "Mr. Mak, my lungs shouldn't be small. Why don't you cut less? Just cut mine? "
"No need. I have already prepared the ingredients." Meg shook his head.
"Ssss …"
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air as they looked at Mag in horror. They wondered which poor couple had fallen into Mag's hands and been killed by him.
"Young friend, your dish name is quite interesting." Harris also looked at Meg in shock. He thought that his 18-year-old girl dress was already flirtatious enough, but it still lost to Meg's bloody style.
"It's getting late. Let's start." Meg raised his hand to look at his watch. He still had to prepare for the lunch service.
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