"I have a golden finger. I don't know where to tap!"
Meg pretended to be profound as he chanted a rather embarrassing incantation. Then, he tapped on Chapman's glabella lightly.
His finger only touched the glabella for less than a second.
Meg took a step back.
Meanwhile, Chapman closed his eyes.
Chapman felt a mysterious force surging into his mind. Every step that Meg did and every sentence that he said started to appear in his mind. Some things that he didn't understand before were solved instantly, and became easy to understand. After a while, he opened his eyes slowly as if he had understood everything.
"Have you memorized it?" Meg asked with a smile.
"Mm-hmm, I've memorized it all." Chapman nodded. He looked at Meg with surprise and admiration. He really couldn't understand how Meg could understand this dish so thoroughly just by tapping on his glabella lightly. It was as if he had cooked it many times.
"You really memorized it all?" Harris looked at Chapman doubtfully. This eldest disciple of his was good at everything, but he was a slow learner. Not only did he have a slow start, but he also ran slowly. The only praiseworthy thing about him was his stability.
"Yes, Master." Chapman nodded again.
Harris knew that Chapman was never good at lying. He couldn't help but look at Meg's finger suspiciously. Could this really be some kind of golden finger? He learned it just by tapping on it a little? However, as his master, he naturally couldn't back down at this time. He smiled, and said, "Alright. Since this is the case, let's have a culinary duel today. The 'husband and wife lung slice' will be the duel. My master will be the judge. Let's see whose dish is better."
"Yes." Chapman nodded respectfully, and didn't reject anymore.
"Since this is the case, let me be the judge for this duel between the master and disciple!"
"First! I will definitely not let my emotions affect my decisions! Second! I will definitely not miss out on any bad thing! Third! I will definitely be fair and beautiful as the judge! Judge Meg, come in! I will be the judge for this duel! " Meg raised his hand, but the merry-go-round didn't start. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand awkwardly, and take two steps back to give Harris and his disciple the stage. "Duel, start!"
"Master is indeed professional!" Harris and Chapman were a little surprised... After hearing that the duel had started, they started to enter cooking mode.
The first step was to prepare the ingredients. Choose the spices needed for the braise from the hundreds of spice boxes.. that would test if they were serious about the lecture and how much they knew about the spices.
Harris looked at the spice box, and fell into deep thought. He had remembered everything with his eyes earlier, but he couldn't really recall which box Mag took the spices from. After pondering seriously for a while, he picked out a few spices with obvious characteristics, such as star anise. He could only rely on his sense of smell to identify the rest.
On the other hand, Chapman was casually grabbing various spices from the spice box and throwing them into the pot one by one. His movements were skillful and casual, as if he had a plan in mind.
......... Harris turned around to see that Chapman had already finished selecting the ingredients, and was preparing the beef and beef offal.
After hesitating for a while, Harris stuck his head out to take a peek.
"Warning for peeking!" Meg's stern voice sounded.
"Hehe. I just want to see if this chap is fooling around." Harris retracted his head, and laughed awkwardly.
Meg was expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on Chapman. He also wanted to know how effective this golden finger was, and if it could really point anywhere.
Harris used his sense of smell to pick the spices. Although he was a little slower, he still chose the spices that he needed accurately. However, by the time he was done, Chapman had already put the meat into the braise pot and started to braise it.
"Sigh. His start is not slow at all this time. In fact, it's shockingly fast." Harris was a little surprised. He was even more curious about what Meg gave Chapman. It actually had such a miraculous effect.
Or could it be that Master secretly tutored his disciple's disciple behind his disciple's back? Another thought popped up in Harris' mind, but he quickly eliminated it. They didn't have the time to commit the crime.
"I didn't expect that there would be a day where I would need to be serious when facing Manman." Harris sighed, and a serious expression also appeared on his face. He carefully recalled Meg's cooking process, and began to cook according to it.
Meg stood at the side and watched quietly. He observed the details of the two of them cooking, but didn't point out or correct them.
He could tell that Chapman, who had been instructed by him, had done the details very well. His understanding of the dish "husband and wife lung slice" was obviously very deep.
Meanwhile, Harris also displayed strong comprehension and execution with his superb knife skills and decades of experience as a chef. The details were impeccable. However, he had only seen Meg's operation and explanation once, so he would pause at some steps.
"Manman, let me take a look at your notes," Harris said to Chapman. Harris said to Chapman, and explained calmly, "I didn't forget. I just wanted to confirm it a little. This is the most basic serious attitude of a chef. You have to learn it."
"Yes, Master." Chapman passed the notebook to Harris with a look of being taught.
Meg's lips twitched. Who would believe you? Old man, you're very bad.
"This red oil needs to be added first … and then this …" Harris flipped through Chapman's notebook seriously. On the other side, Chapman had already poured the boiled red oil into a big bowl.
About half an hour later, Harris poured the boiled red oil onto the thinly sliced beef and beef offal, and a serving of red "husband and wife lung slice" was completed.
On the other side, Chapman had already finished a few minutes earlier.
Harris took a look at the "husband and wife lung slice" that Chapman made. The style was basically the same as his. After all, Chapman was a disciple that he brought up. He had a strong drive, and his knife skills that had been honed for close to 20 years were only slightly worse than his.
"Why do I feel a little nervous? This shouldn't be. "Harris raised his eyebrows slightly as he felt his heart start to race.
It was fine if he lost to Meg. After all, there was always someone better than him. However, if he lost to a disciple that he brought up himself, that feeling would be a little strange.
"The cooking is over. Now, let's enter the tasting and judging segment." Meg snapped his fingers, and gestured for the two contestants to bring their respective "husband and wife lung slice" forward.
From the looks of it, there was almost no difference between the two servings of "husband and wife lung slice". The exquisite knife skills allowed the thickness of every slice of meat to be very uniform. They spun and spread out on the plate like a blooming flower.
What made Meg a little surprised was Chapman's knife skills. He looked a little dull, but his knife skills were extremely exquisite. He was only slightly worse than Harris, and his overall standard should be above Harris.
"Let me try." Meg picked up a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a piece of beef from Harris' plate.
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