Vanessa looked at Harris and Meg carefully. Although it seemed a little inappropriate to say such things in such an atmosphere, she really wanted to try the beautiful 18-year-old maiden's dress and the 'husband and wife lung slice' that was not inferior to the hot pot tripe.
She would definitely regret it if she missed it.
"Of course, young lady. This is what I promised you just now," Harris said with a chuckle as he looked at Meg. "Young friend, you wouldn't mind, right?"
"Miss Vanessa is a regular of the restaurant. Of course I wouldn't mind," Meg also said with a smile.
"Isn't this too blissful? She's as good as the sixth judge. "
The audience looked at Vanessa enviously, and wished they could replace her and taste the deliciousness of these two dishes themselves.
"Thank you." Vanessa thanked him happily, and walked to the judges' table. She bowed slightly to the judges before picking up a clean pair of chopsticks, and picking up a piece of radish. The radish that was cut into a diamond-shaped radish looked crystal clear, and had a faint fragrance.
"What a beautiful radish." Vanessa sighed before putting the radish into her mouth.
Crunch.
A crisp sound could be heard. The sweet and sour radish was very crispy, and the sweetness of the radish blended perfectly with the slightly sour sauce, awakening her taste buds instantly. It was refreshing and appetizing, and perfectly matched all her expectations of an appetizer.
Of course, the most important thing was its beautiful appearance. Even though a part of the skirt had been eaten, it did not affect the beauty of the skirt at all. It was like a short skirt that had been cut short, but it gave off a different feeling. It was pleasing to the eye.
Vanessa turned around to look at Harris, and joyfully said, "This is the most beautiful and refreshing appetizer I've ever eaten."
Harris smiled, and was satisfied with Vanessa's comment.
"Now, let me try the 'husband and wife lung slice'." Vanessa's gaze landed on the plate of 'husband and wife lung slice', which was only half a plate left. When the judges heard that she wanted to taste it, they reluctantly put down their chopsticks and gave her five or six slices.
The bright red oil was the most beautiful color in her eyes. Ever since her teeth recovered, she was completely addicted to spicy hot pot. If she didn't eat hot pot for a day, she would feel uncomfortable all over. Moreover, because of her love of insanely spicy hot pot, she had gained a little fame in the hot pot circle and was known as Little Chili.
She liked this nickname. It gave her a sense of accomplishment. No one had ever given her a nickname since she was young.
"Tripe!" Vanessa's gaze was fixed on the remaining piece of tripe. She impatiently picked it up with her chopsticks and scrutinized it before her eyes.
The bright red oil was the most beautiful coat, and the densely-packed tripe looked quite beautiful, emitting a tempting spicy smell.
"It tastes different from hotpot tripe, but it's just as tempting," Vanessa muttered before putting the tripe into her mouth with a solemn expression.
The familiar red oil taste was naturally much milder compared to the insanely spicy hot pot, but the spiciness wasn't weak. It was still rich.
When her teeth bit into the tripe, the springiness brought about by the bite made her eyes light up.
Unlike the thin and crispy tripe, the slightly thicker tripe had a pleasantly surprising texture. It was crispy and springy, bringing about a wonderful chewing experience.
The braised tripe had a stronger fragrance than the tripe, and the more one chewed, the more fragrant it became.
Vanessa felt that the world had suddenly become quiet, and she was the only one left, enjoying the happiness brought about by chewing the tripe to her heart's content.
"Gulp."
Everyone looked at the blissful Vanessa and couldn't help but swallow their saliva, feeling a little stifled.
"This tripe is really on the same level as the tripe in hotpot. It's so delicious that I don't know how to describe it. It's just like … just like …" Vanessa opened her eyes and looked at the expectant faces of the crowd. She blushed and thought for a while before her eyes lit up. "Just like the tripe!"
Everyone immediately burst into laughter. She was really a beautiful and cute girl.
Vanessa stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly, but that was the only adjective she could find.
After eating a piece of tripe, Vanessa sensibly put down her chopsticks and retreated into the crowd. Anyway, as long as there was a new product, Mr. Mak definitely wouldn't hide it. She would eat to her heart's content when the new product was released.
However, before she left, she couldn't help but look at Meg curiously and ask, "Mr. Mak, this' husband and wife lung slice 'doesn't have' husband and wife 'in it, and there's no' lung slice 'either. Why did it use this name?"
Everyone looked at Meg curiously when they heard that. This was also a question that everyone was curious about.
Although the regulars of Amy's knew that Mr. Mak's dish names had always been strange, such as Beijing roast duck and Yangzhou fried rice, they couldn't understand it at all. However, this time, it was a little too ridiculous.
"Just like how the bass button can be used to catch any fish other than bass, there's no fish in the 'eggplant with garlic sauce'. There's a reason why the name 'husband and wife lung slice' appeared," Meg said with a smile.
"Oh," Vanessa replied thoughtfully. There was indeed no fish in the 'eggplant with garlic sauce'.
"Congratulations, young friend. You've won the second round," Harris said graciously as he looked at Meg.
"Thank you for letting me win." Meg cupped his hands together. He didn't underestimate Harris at all. The reason why he could win this round was that the 'husband and wife lung slice' had played a decisive role. If it had been a similarly bland cold cold dish, with the 18-year-old girl in front of him, he reckoned that it would have been even colder than the cold dish.
Harris' disciples were looking at Meg with nervous expressions now.
Although they were very confident in their master, the ability displayed by this young chef really surprised them.
It wasn't because they had too much baggage, but because Meg had raised the stakes for today's duel. If their master were to lose …
"Second Senior Brother, if Master were to lose, are we going to call him Great-master?" the youngest junior brother asked worriedly.
"In terms of seniority, that's indeed the case." That senior brother started to pick his nose nervously again.
"Now that we've each won one round, the winner of this third round, the soup duel, will determine the winner of today's duel." Harris looked at Meg with a smile. "No matter who loses this round, we will definitely have a master-disciple relationship today. If you become my master, what do you plan to teach me?"
Meg pondered for a while before pointing at the plate at the side, and saying, "I can teach you how to make this' husband and wife lung slice '."
This was probably the dish where the ingredients were the easiest to obtain. As for the process, it wasn't a problem at all for a chef of Harris' level.
"In that case, even if I were to lose this third round, I would feel like I've profited." Harris smiled, and his gaze gradually became determined. "However, I will still give it my all in this round. If I win, you can learn from me any dish that I know."
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