After the Black Hopping Goat was slaughtered, Ricky carried the cleaned goat into the barbecue area, which was blocked by wooden planks. The employees of Ricky's Rotisserie all retreated to the side. This was a showdown between the two of them. Dense waves of heat rose up from behind the wooden planks, and it was clear that Ricky had already begun his barbecue.
Everyone's eyes also turned to Meg. He didn't block the barbecue grill, but he sprinkled some unknown condiments on the sliced beef before rubbing it together. At this moment, he was seriously mixing some condiments into a bunch of bottles.
"What's the owner of Mamy's doing? Why hasn't he started his barbecue yet? "
"Yeah, it looks like he's mixing something, but does barbecue require a lot of condiments? Wasting so much time on this doesn't seem like a wise choice, does it?"
"You guys don't understand. Mr. Mak is a genius, and he was born to revolutionize everything. Everything that doesn't make sense is reasonable when applied to him. Otherwise, how could he make so much delicious food? Look at his serious and meticulous expression; this step must be very important."
As time passed, the aroma of barbecue began to waft from Ricky's area, but Meg was still mixing the condiments. Everyone couldn't help but scratch their heads in confusion. However, most of the regular customers of Mamy's were still full of confidence, and were almost fanatical in their praise of Meg's cooking.
"He seems to be mixing the sauce, but isn't the texture the most important thing about barbecue? All of the condiments can only be used as support; the lighter the flavor, the better. Only then can the original flavor of the barbecue be maximized. " Charles frowned as he looked at Meg. As an experienced barbecue chef with over 20 years of experience, he had a deep understanding of the art of barbecue. However, he couldn't understand what Meg was doing. Wasting so much time in such an important showdown clearly wasn't a wise choice.
In a showdown, chefs would generally do their best to finish their dishes as soon as possible. This was because a dish that was served late could have its rating lowered due to the judges having already tasted the dish. If the taste of the dish wasn't outstanding enough, it would often lose out.
Meg had cut the meat into small cubes, which were easier to cook than Ricky's whole roasted lamb. However, he hadn't even started a fire yet. Instead, he had wasted a lot of time on seasoning, which was rather foolish in a duel.
I hope this guy won't waste a high-grade ingredient like the Ironhide Barbarian beef. Otherwise, I'm going to have to give him a harsh scolding for wasting ingredients, Febid thought to himself as he looked at Meg.
"Remove the board." Half an hour later, Ricky's voice sounded from within the wooden planks, and the employees of Ricky's Rotisserie rushed forward to remove the wooden planks around the grill, revealing the massive black grill within.
Ricky was sweating profusely as he stood in front of a semi-enclosed oven. He spun the roasted goat, which was already beginning to glow with a golden yellow color, and a rich aroma wafted through the air as the partition was removed.
"It smells so good! I feel like I can eat an entire roasted lamb just from the taste of this roasted meat! "
All of the onlookers' eyes lit up as they were attracted by the rich aroma wafting through the air.
"That fatty Ricky's cooking skills seem to have improved. Also, this oven is quite interesting. It's only been half an hour, but the roasted lamb is already giving off such a fragrant aroma. In another half an hour, the lamb should be ready." Febid looked at Ricky with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He then turned to the still motionless Meg, and he couldn't help but shake his head. Had that guy already given up?
A smug smile appeared on Ricky's face upon hearing the chatter of the onlookers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel before turning to Meg to check on his progress. He faltered slightly upon seeing that Meg had only just put down his spoon, and the grill hadn't even been lit yet. A mocking smile then appeared on Ricky's face. It appeared that this guy's calmness was nothing more than a bluff; perhaps he didn't even know how to cook roasted meat. There was no suspense in this match anymore.
A faint smile also appeared on Meg's face as he put down his third bowl of sauce. Even though this was a challenge match, he still had a plan in mind. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to launch a new product launch to showcase his three flavors of roasted beef kebabs.
Meg raised an eyebrow at the sight of the smug smile on Ricky's face and the cumbersome grill. He had spent a lot of time concocting the sauce, so it looked like he had to hurry up.
Meg pulled out a bamboo skewer that was around 30 centimeters in length from the basket beside him, and began to skewer the marinated beef onto the skewer. There were three pieces of beef on each skewer, and they were set aside around two centimeters apart. Soon, there was a pile of meat skewers on the plate.
"Huh? What's Mr. Mak doing? Why is he skewering the beef? Is he trying to create a new way of cooking roasted meat? "
"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen roasted meat like this; do you think it'll taste good?"
"Only three pieces per skewer? That's a little stingy. I'm looking forward to the whole roasted lamb; the aroma is getting stronger and stronger. I'm going to try it at Ricky's Rotisserie tomorrow."
"There's not much time left for Mr. Mak; will he be able to finish at around the same time as Ricky? If he takes too long, it'll be very disadvantageous for him. "
Everyone was looking at Meg with curiosity in their eyes. His method of roasting meat was completely different from what they were used to, and some of them were starting to become concerned.
"Father is going to win for sure!" Amy sat down on the stool she had brought over with Ugly Duckling in her arms, and spoke with full confidence.
"Please, Boss, you have to win." Yabemiya was clenching her fists with a nervous expression.
"Amy, throw a small fireball over here and turn the charcoal red for me." Meg waved at Amy after skewering the meat. Starting a charcoal fire was a very time-consuming process, so Meg decided to take a shortcut. After all, it wouldn't be good to be too slow, and it would be very awkward if all of the judges were full.
"Alright." Amy nodded before tossing a small fireball into the grill, and the black charcoal instantly turned a fiery red.
"Come back." Meg snapped his fingers, and Amy withdrew her hand. The flames were instantly extinguished, and the smokeless charcoal in the grill was burned to its peak condition, and there was even a hint of pine smoke wafting through the air.
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