"Miss Nancy's exclamation was so delicious!"
"Miss Nancy's exclamation was enough to secure Hades's victory!"
"Miss Nancy was indifferent the entire time. I didn't expect her to lose her cool at the lamb chop. Look at her intoxicated expression. Is it really that delicious?"
The bullet screen was flooded with comments about Nancy losing her cool because of the lamb chop.
"It can't be. Is this newcomer really that good? " The director had a strange expression. He looked at Nancy, who was engrossed in eating the lamb chop. He scribbled a few lines on the script and fell into deep thought.
The other judges also started to taste the lamb chop.
Old Hunter put on a pair of disposable gloves and grabbed the lamb chop that was as thick as a child's arm. He pinched the lamb chop with his fingers. The skin was slightly hard, but the meat was still soft. He took a bite.
Under the crispy skin, the fat and tender lamb chop was oozing with oil. The slight spiciness had seeped into the meat, bringing along the fragrance of the fruit wood charcoal. The savory sauce gave the lamb a rich taste, and the fascia that clung to the bones gave the lamb a layered feeling of chewing. It was oily but not greasy.
"This lamb chop is amazing!"
Old Hunter's eyes widened, and his mouth was glistening with oil. He didn't wait to express his thoughts. He took another bite of the lamb chop and chewed carefully. His eyes were slightly closed, and he had an intoxicated expression.
"Is it really that good?" David glanced at Old Hunter, then looked at Nancy, who had only taken a small bite before, but was now gorging herself. He cut a piece of lamb chop with his knife and put it into his mouth, suppressing his disgust at being roasted over a charcoal fire.
"Oh —"
Once the lamb chop entered his mouth, David's eyes widened.
The rich oil of the lamb exploded in his mouth, and the crispy skin was the perfect seasoning.
With that bite, he saw the vigorous flocks of sheep running wildly on the grassland. Those were the elves of the grassland. He saw the fiery red charcoal fire and the fragrance of fruit trees quietly blooming in the burning. He saw the scene of his ancestors roasting food over the fire.
Everything was like a dream, and it overturned his thoughts.
This kind of deliciousness was explosive, making one unable to resist and unable to resist.
As one of the top gourmet in the Dungeon, he had tasted almost all the delicacies cooked by famous chefs.
He had served as a judge for the two Chef King Competitions. To be honest, most of the contestants had limited strength, and there was a gap between them and a real master chef. For example, Iman's steamed yellow dragon fish was far from Julian's.
For the sake of the show's effect, he would say some pretty words.
But this lamb chop was like a sudden clap of thunder, occupying a space in his heart.
Yes, to him, this was undoubtedly a delicacy worthy of being amazed. It was a dish that could be ranked on the same level as the specialties of top-notch masters!
"I think I might have been wrong before. I was so wrong." David raised his head with tears in his eyes and took another bite. "It's so delicious …"
The judges were so engrossed in the roast lamb chop that they forgot to comment. This kind of situation had never happened in the Chef King Competition.
"Even if I, David, starve to death today, I will not eat a single bite of the charcoal grilled lamb chop! Hmm … it smells so good! "
"A large-scale face-slapping scene!"
"I'm so hungry. Is there a restaurant in Tucker City that serves grilled lamb chops?"
"There might not be one today, but there will definitely be one tomorrow."
The audience in front of the screen were about to cry.
In the Twin Towers Building, Akali was sitting on the sofa swallowing her saliva as she ordered the secretary beside her, "Didn't big brother Hades grill twelve lamb chops just now? They ate ten, so there are still two left. Go and get them for me. "
"Young miss, this ….." The little miss secretary had an awkward look, "This is the McCarthy Family's show after all and it is young miss Nancy who is in charge of it. I'm afraid we can't say hello."
"If you can't say hello, then go and steal it. The Mocha Building isn't the Twin Towers Building." Akali said in a natural voice.
"We have confidence in breaking into the Mocha Building, but ….. this is a live broadcast with over a billion people watching, so it might not have a good effect." The secretary carefully reminded her. Her forehead was already covered in sweat. She didn't dare imagine how angry the old master would be if this really happened.
Akali looked at her and seriously considered it before saying, "Forget it, I'll just send a message to Nancy. She should give me some face."
"That couldn't be better." The secretary said with a flattering look, but she was secretly complaining in her heart. It would be strange if young miss Nancy gave you face!
Seeing that everyone was praising the roast lamb chop, Julian also cut a piece of lamb for himself.
The sharp knife cut through the lamb and oil and juice could be seen with the naked eye. The glowing meat increased one's appetite. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it was without a doubt the best condition for roasted lamb.
Hades was using the most primitive charcoal oven, so he didn't have precise temperature control. It was hard to control the temperature, but he had grasped the most suitable heat, which was very hard to come by.
When the lamb was put into his mouth, the crispy skin wrapped around the tender lamb meat and the charcoal fragrance mixed in. It was very unique and distinct, it was something that no other method of roasting could achieve.
Based on the state of the lamb meat, Hades' control of the heat was perfect. Roasting it a bit more would make it too hot and roasting it a bit less would make it too greasy, it was simply perfect.
Precise kitchen utensils provided a lot of convenience for chefs and also greatly reduced the threshold for chefs. For example, the most difficult part of controlling the heat could be solved completely by timing. Even the seasoning spoon came with its own weighing device.
When he was learning to cook, his master had specially given him a set of old-fashioned kitchen utensils and removed all the automatic parts. It was so that he could master cooking by himself instead of relying on the fully automatic utensils.
Hundreds of years had passed, and he had become the head chef of Tucker Hotel. Except for the occasional guest, he was rarely busy in the kitchen.
Nowadays, chefs could rely on precise kitchen utensils to steadily cook his signature dishes. Ordinary guests couldn't tell the difference.
Iman was undoubtedly the best among them, and he was the disciple he was most proud of.
However, the lamb chops in front of him made him fall into memories.
Those days when he was reprimanded by his strict master, those days when he sweated profusely in the simple kitchen, those days when he was overjoyed because of the slight improvement in his cooking skills.
He seemed to have forgotten all the things he had once stood by.
When he swallowed the lamb, a warm stream slid down his throat and ignited his heart.
It had been many years. His cooking skills hadn't improved for many years, right?
Did his attitude of being content with the status quo destroy him in the end? This was really bad.
Julian put down his knife and fork, put on a pair of gloves, and picked up the lamb chops to gnaw on.
Eating meat in big bites was the correct way to eat lamb chops.
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