Chapter 2459
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"Not only does this vegetarian imitation chicken drumstick look similar in appearance, its taste is even comparable to that of the phoenix from yesterday. Although one can find traces of the original ingredients after carefully tasting it, it's still very hard to imagine that this is a meat dish made entirely from vegetables." David ate a drumstick and sighed. "This technique and creativity is really amazing."
"I've said this more than once. Angelina will definitely become a chef who won't lose to any of the masters here in the future. She always surprises me with her creativity. This ability is unique among the younger generation of chefs." Old Hunter ate a piece of mutton and was also full of praise.
"I've seen many chefs who are good at making vegetarian imitation meat, and I have a few friends who are good at it. But I think Angelina's limit will definitely be higher than theirs in the future. This height has nothing to do with technique, it's completely determined by her aesthetic talent," praised a female judge.
The judges didn't hide their admiration and praise for Angelina. Their evaluation of her was obviously higher than that of Iman.
"Compared to Iman, who has a good master, the judges really prefer Miss Angelina, who has her own creativity."
"Iman's current limit may not reach Julian's level, but the judges see endless possibilities in Angelina."
"I feel like Iman has suddenly become a little dangerous!"
"I wonder how many points she'll get. She scored full marks in the competition!"
As the judges began to count down, the audience's curiosity was piqued.
When the countdown ended, the judges' scores and the total score appeared on the big screen.
Angelina:
Judges' score: 94!
Total score: 94.6!
Temporary first place!
There was a burst of exclamations in the audience.
"It's here! The highest score of this year's cooking king competition! "
"This score can be ranked among the top in previous cooking king competitions!"
"As expected of the popular contestant, the judges' score is also higher than Iman's."
The bullet screen was flooded with comments, expressing their shock at the score.
"This …" Iman secretly clenched her fists. Although she was a little unconvinced, she still maintained a calm smile on her face.
Angelina looked at her score and couldn't hide the joy on her face. She bowed slightly to the judges to express her gratitude, but her eyes quickly turned to Meg.
The three contestants had finished cooking one after another. Now, only Meg was left on the stage. The cameras and the audience's eyes were all on Meg.
After the last strike, Meg put down the iron rod in his hand. He scooped up the beef that had been beaten into a pile of minced meat and put it into a big bowl. He then added all kinds of spices and seasonings and kneaded them.
After removing the fat, tendons, and bones from the delicate and smooth meat paste, with a light pinch, a plump little ball protruded from between the fingers.
It was the perfect state.
Mag took out the frozen prawn sauce from the freezer, and made a few quick cuts on the plate with a small knife. The prawn sauce was then divided into many small square pieces.
He poured warm water into the pot to maintain the temperature. Then, he started to make the Explosive Pissing Meatballs.
He grabbed the minced beef with one hand and squeezed a meatball slightly bigger than his thumb from between his thumb and index finger. He gently poked a hole with his finger and stuffed a shrimp paste into it. With a flick of his finger, he smoothed out the hole. The spoon was like a knife between the thumb and the index finger. The round meatball drew a beautiful parabola and gently fell into the pot without splashing water. The Filipino team called him an expert!
The series of movements was smooth. Meg held the minced beef in one hand and a spoon in the other. The bright red meatballs almost formed a line in the air and fell into the pot.
"Is this an acrobatic performance? How can it be so smooth? "David couldn't help but get up and move closer.
"Is he making meatballs? But why did he wrap the frozen shrimp paste in the meatballs? "Old Hunter was puzzled.
"Let's not talk about other things. It's very pleasing to the eye." The female judge next to him had a look of appreciation.
"Interesting. More than 20,000 times of hammering just to make a meatball?" Nancy looked at Meg who was like an acrobatic master. She smiled and looked forward to it.
Maybe he could bring her some new surprises other than the grilled lamb chop. For example, this complicated and strange meatball?
"It's hard for something so flashy to be elegant." Iman looked at Mag without much worry.
If it was just meatballs, he didn't think Meg could beat him.
The beef was just ordinary beef, and the shrimp paste was also very ordinary white water shrimp. What could he use to beat him? With his acrobatic skills?
"Brother Justice is awesome! This technique is going to kill all the bloggers in the flipping section! "
"I've eaten meatballs with stuffing, but why did the stuffing have to be frozen first?"
"Newcomer, may I ask if this is the live broadcast of the Chef King Tournament?"
"Although I still don't know what he's doing, it doesn't stop me from saying: Brother Justice is awesome!"
The audience was also a little shocked by Mag's operation. They were a little confused by the repetitive hammering earlier, but the skill of rolling the balls made them feel invigorated.
The meatballs in the pot were quickly shaped in the warm water. The round meatballs looked quite cute.
Compared to the long hammering time, the meatball rolling time was short and fast. In just a short while, a big lump of beef paste became meatballs floating in the pot.
Meg washed his hands and turned off the fire. He scooped up the shaped meatballs from the warm water and put them into the beef bone broth.
Meg's strange method of making meatballs successfully attracted the attention of the judges and the audience.
Compared to the other contestants' cooking, his cooking was more complicated and more pleasing to the eye.
Time passed quickly. Meg turned off the fire and opened the lid. A serving of Bursting Pissing Meatballs was done.
The round meatballs were spinning in the soup pot. The fragrance of the beef bone broth came out with the heat. It wasn't strong, but it was fragrant enough.
Meg scooped four meatballs in a small bowl and added a spoon of broth. He looked at the judges and said, "These are Bursting Pissing White Water Meatballs. Please have a taste."
The staff came forward and brought ten servings of Bursting Pissing Meatballs to the judges' table.
There was no plate. Once it was out of the pot, it was divided into small portions and brought to the judges' table. This method was also quite rare in the Chef King Competition.
David scooped up a meatball with a spoon and shook his head. "Although the whole cooking process is quite strange, this Bursting Pissing White Water Meatball looks ordinary. There's nothing special about it, whether it's the fragrance or the discomfort."
(End of Chapter)
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