Eighteen Year Old Girl's Dress VS Husband and Wife Lung Slice!
This didn't look like a proper gourmet duel, did it?
Yet, all of this was happening right in front of Amy's.
"Husband and Wife Lung Slice? Could this be a new dish that Mr. Mak came up with recently? This dish doesn't seem to be on the menu, right? "
"There's no need to doubt. This must be a new dish that Mr. Mak came up with. I just don't know if he has succeeded. Otherwise, why hasn't he released it yet?"
"Mr. Mak has always maintained the freshness of the ingredients. Wouldn't it be a little too cruel if he were to take the lungs out on the spot?"
The regulars at Amy's expressed great interest in the dish that Meg was going to make. After all, Meg was always able to surprise everyone. They hoped that he would be able to bring a different dish today.
"Since when did Boss research new dishes behind our backs again?" Yabemiya mumbled.
"He has never researched new dishes in front of us," Elizabeth replied calmly.
"I agree with that. I think Boss is just thinking about it in his head. After some time, he will naturally come up with a new dish," Firis nodded in agreement. She had never seen Meg specially researching new dishes in the kitchen, yet he was able to maintain the speed of releasing new dishes. The most impressive thing was that he could ensure the taste of the new dishes.
"How long will this cold dish take, my young friend?" Harris asked Meg.
Meg pondered for a moment, and replied, "31 minutes."
"Seems like it will be a very complicated cold dish." Harris pondered for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Then, let's set the time for the second round at 33 minutes."
"My soup needs to be simmered for almost an hour. If we do it step by step, it will affect the restaurant's lunch service. Hence, I plan to start making the soup at the same time as the cold dish. Is that okay?" Meg asked Harris.
"Seems like my young friend is very confident in beating me in the cold dish category?" Harris smiled, and said, "Since that's the case, I agree with you making two dishes at the same time. My soup also needs to be simmered for almost an hour, so I will make the soup at the same time as you."
"Okay." Meg nodded. He liked people who were straightforward.
"Are you going to cook two dishes at the same time?"
The audience was a little surprised by Meg and Harris' simple and crude decision. However, the time taken for the two dishes to be completed was different, so the time taken to reveal the results was naturally different as well. Hence, the order wasn't disrupted.
"If Master Harris wins the second round, won't the competition end soon?"
"Mr Mak isn't someone who would admit defeat easily. If he didn't have absolute confidence, he wouldn't have said something like that."
"It won't be easy for one to catch up to two."
The audience discussed softly. They were both nervous and expectant about the direction of this match.
"Senior Brother, Master should be fine, right?" A young man carrying a black wok whispered to the Senior Brother beside him.
"I've been wandering with my master for more than ten years. I've seen at least eight hundred chefs, if not a thousand. Any chef who dares to compete with my master, even if he's a god, will win. What's there to worry about?" That senior brother said calmly as he picked his nose. In such a situation, such a young chef was nothing in his eyes.
Many of those chefs who lost to his master were old chefs who had immersed themselves in cooking for their entire lives. They had countless honors and titles on their shoulders, but they could only lower their heads and admit defeat in front of their master.
The 18-year-old girl's dress was one of his master's best cold dishes. He had once defeated the goblin king of cold dishes with this dish.
Since his master had taken out this dish, today's duel would naturally end here.
That young man's expression became much more relaxed after hearing that. He secretly sized up those beautiful ladies standing at the entrance of the restaurant. He rarely saw such beautiful ladies on the streets. Even if he only took a few glances, he would feel his face heating up.
Chapman came between the two of them with a big clock, and loudly said, "33 minutes, start!"
As Chapman finished speaking, Meg and Harris also started to move at the same time.
Harris took out all kinds of ingredients from the basket at the side unhurriedly. They were all vegetables, and he washed them in a wooden bucket filled with clean water. Every step was slow and gentle. He was so careful that he even washed the gaps between the leaves two to three times before stopping.
On the other hand, Meg's actions were much faster. He washed the beef, ox tongue, ox heart, ox scalp, and tripe one by one. He lit a fire on the stove, set up a pressure cooker, and put in all the ingredients and condiments that he had prepared. He boiled them on high heat, and then stewed them on medium heat.
Making 'husband and wife lung slice' was a very complicated matter. The braising process required a lot of time. Due to the limited time, Meg used a pressure cooker to allow the beef and beef offal to seep in quickly, and achieve the effect of not being mushy even after being raked.
After braising the meat in the pot, Meg set up an old Shaoxing wine jar on the stove, and put in all kinds of precious seafood and ingredients. He poured in the stock, sealed the wine jar's lid, and let it simmer slowly.
'Buddha jumps over the wall' was the soup that Meg chose. As a top-notch soup, he had already defeated one opponent. Today would be the second time it was up against an opponent.
Of course, whether it would have a chance to appear on stage depended on whether the 'husband and wife lung slice' could defeat the opponent.
The braising process of the 'husband and wife lung slice' was very important. Mixing it with cold sauce was injecting the soul into it.
After heating up the pot and adding oil, he sprinkled in a bunch of Chaotian pepper, then added Sichuan pepper, star anise, Sannai, onion, garlic, ginger, and sugar. After simmering over low heat, a pot of fragrant and spicy chili oil started to emit a captivating aroma.
After stir-frying the sesame seeds and smashing the peanuts into powder, Meg put away his knife, and stood at the side to wait for the braised meat to be done.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Harris was holding the saury in his hand, and slicing the ingredients meticulously. The ingredients of different colors were sliced into different shapes by his hands. Some of them were tossed into a pot of boiling water, and then quickly scooped up before being carefully arranged on a plate. Some of them were directly scattered on a large plate, and became a corner of a skirt.
The entire cooking process was like a painting. The white big plate was the canvas, and the various ingredients were the paint that was freely scattered on it.
This is probably the so-called rhythm of cooking, right? Meg took a look at Harris, and was immediately attracted by his selfless state. That was a very magical state that could even make people who looked at him gradually calm down.
Most of the customers' gazes were attracted by Harris. It was really too rare to see such a highly aesthetically pleasing cooking method.
"Ding!" The high-pressure stew made a soft sound, and Meg retracted his gaze. He turned off the fire, and waited for another three minutes before placing the high-pressure stew directly into the freezer. The high-pressure state was quickly removed.
Meg took out the high-pressure stew, and gently exhaled before opening the stew.
The rich aroma of the braised meat instantly bloomed together with the steam.
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