Faint golden sunlight shone down upon the oily roast goat, giving it a golden sheen. The rich aroma of roast meat wafted through the air in all directions, and all of the spectators' eyes lit up in unison. They stood on their tiptoes, craned their necks, and stared at the roast goat with wide eyes as they swallowed involuntarily.
"It smells so good! This is the first time I've heard of such a delicious roast goat in the Aden Square. This aroma is comparable to that of Cardus' roast pig. I feel like I've missed out on such delicious and cheap food in the past."
"Looks like I won't be able to eat it today, but I'm definitely going to try it at Ricky's Rotisserie tomorrow."
"The problem is that Boss Ricky has already finished roasting the goat, while Boss Meg has only just started roasting the meat; how are they going to compete? I feel like the judges will be full from roast lamb. "
A commotion immediately erupted among the spectators. Some of them had already decided that they were going to try it the next day, while others were expressing concern for Meg, who had only just placed the kebabs on the grill.
"Could it really be Mr. Mak's first time roasting meat? He doesn't look very practiced, and he took so long to prepare the ingredients. "Harrison was looking at Meg with a concerned expression, and his confidence was beginning to waver.
All of the regular customers of Mamy's also gradually fell silent. Both parties had invested their entire restaurant and all of their recipes into this contest. If Meg were to lose, then Mamy's would cease to exist in Chaos City. They didn't believe that Ricky would be able to cook the same amazing dishes as Mamy's.
"Faster … Faster …" Yabemiya clasped her hands tightly together in front of her chest as she looked on with an urgent expression at Meg, who was still flipping the kebabs in an unhurried manner. She hadn't seen the grill in the kitchen before, and it was very likely that this was a new grill that Meg had just invented for his new dish. However, he was using it to compete with the experienced Ricky, so even though she had full confidence in Meg, she still couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Roast meat … Roast meat …" Amy wasn't nervous in the slightest. She was staring intently at the kebabs on the grill with Ugly Duckling, and both of them swallowed their saliva in unison.
Is he overconfident or overly conceited? I really can't see through him. Scheer looked at Mag, who was still completely focused on flipping the skewers of meat. He didn't seem to have been affected by Ricky at all, and he didn't even take a single glance in Ricky's direction.
"The roasted lamb that Fatty Ricky made today seems a little different from before. Could it be that he made some improvements?" Febid's Mamy's roast meat, and Ricky's Mamy's roast meat, and Amy's, and's and's,'s and's and's's and Mamy.
This is Mamy's Mamy's of a a * a * * a * a * of you a right of a right's! " I didn't think that so many people would attend today's competition. This improved roast lamb is going to give Ricky's Rotisserie a new lease on life. Even without the Aden Square food competition, business will still flourish! "Ricky looked at Mag, and his smile became even more vibrant and confident as he listened to the praises being heaped upon him.
He took a sharp knife from the knife rack at the side. The tip of the knife pierced through the golden and crispy sheepskin, cutting off five lamb ribs and placing them on a plate. Then, he cut off five pieces of mutton from the hind leg and placed them on the plate. He signaled the waiter at the side to bring them over.
The five plates of roast meat were placed in front of the five judges, and everyone's attention was drawn to them. The entire restaurant gradually fell silent. All of the people who had gathered here for such a long time were foodies. Even if they couldn't taste the roast meat, watching these professionals eat and listening to their comments would serve as an important reference for deciding whether or not the roast meat was worth tasting.
"These roast lamb ribs are golden in color, and they're extremely fragrant. There's nothing to criticize about their cooking skills, and they're definitely of the highest quality among all roast lambs." Charles nodded at the sight of the roast lamb ribs on his plate. Even though his restaurant mainly served roast beef, he was also a chef who made a living by roasting meat, so he was well aware of the culinary skills required to cook a roast lamb of this caliber. Without several decades of experience, there was no way one could cook a roast lamb of this caliber.
A faint smile appeared on Ricky's face. The acknowledgment from a fellow chef was very valuable.
The professor cut off a piece of lamb rib and took a bite, upon which his eyes immediately lit up. After chewing carefully, he exclaimed, "Hmm! The crispy skin of this roast lamb rib is overflowing with a fragrant aroma, and it immediately melts in my mouth. The unique flavor of roast lamb is completely irresistible. What's even more incredible is the sauce; it's slightly different from the one I've had at Ricky's Rotisserie. It's fragrant, but not greasy. Not only does it not destroy the roast lamb's natural flavor, but it also enhances the texture and flavor of the roast lamb. After swallowing, the roast lamb still lingers in my mouth. "
The sound of saliva being swallowed immediately rang out in the crowd. As expected of a food critic who was renowned for his salivating reviews, the professor's comments were truly worthy of his reputation.
Ricky's smile became even more vibrant. It seemed like he had already secured two votes.
"Ricky's Rotisserie has been around for three generations, and each generation has hung their own name on the signboard as if they're afraid that others won't know which fatty owns the restaurant. However, what I didn't expect was that the roast lamb that hadn't changed in several decades would be improved by Ricky today. Even though it's only a slight change in the sauce, such an insignificant change in the Barkley Family's Rotisserie, which is known for its cowardice, almost made my teeth fall out of my mouth in shock. Hmm, the roast lamb rib tastes pretty good. "Febid nodded as he tasted a piece of lamb rib.
Ricky's face darkened. If he hadn't heard Febid's last sentence, he would've most likely flipped out on the spot. As expected, this guy was so annoying even when he said something nice. However, it looked like Febid's vote was already in the bag.
"Even Febid, who's known for his strictness, praised this lamb rib. It looks like this lamb rib really is quite good!"
"Yeah, I'm drooling just from looking at it."
"Three of the judges have already expressed their approval. If the remaining two judges also think it's delicious, I feel like the owner of Amy's is going to be done for."
The spectators gradually became restless. The scales of victory seemed to have tipped in Ricky's favor, and all of them turned to look at Hill in unison.
Hill sliced off a piece of leg meat with a small knife, then gracefully speared it with a fork as he prepared to put it into his mouth.
"Ssss ~ ~ ~"
Right at this moment, a subtle sound rang out, and it was as if a delicious bomb had been detonated. A strong aroma spread in all directions from the rotisserie in front of Meg, and it was as if there was some sort of magical power that instantly entered everyone's nostrils.
"It smells so good! Is this the aroma of roast meat? It's incredible! "
The crowd immediately became restless. This aroma was even more enticing than Ricky's roast lamb, and just the aroma alone was enough to make everyone salivate.
Everyone's eyes quickly fell on Meg, who was gracefully brushing the sauce on the meat with a brush, as well as the roast beef kebabs sizzling on the rotisserie.
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