Many important figures had attended the Aden Chamber of Commerce's mid-year banquet, and it wasn't a difficult task to select a few important figures who wouldn't make unfair decisions due to personal reasons.
As such, Meg nodded with a pleased expression when the judges — City Lord Michael and President Geoffrey, Hill, Camilla, and the Roth Empire's ambassador to Chaos City, Cayrols — took their seats.
Even though this panel of judges was quite amateurish, their extravagance was undeniable. It was very difficult to find a more extravagant panel of judges in Chaos City.
Two portable stoves were placed at the center of the banquet hall, upon which were placed all types of utensils and condiments. Beate, who was wearing a white chef's suit, was already standing in front of the stove on the left.
"I didn't think that I'd be able to witness a cooking contest at this banquet, and one of the contestants is Head Chef Beate from Ducas Restaurant. I made the right decision to come here tonight."
"Who would've thought that Meg would actually agree to a cooking contest? If he loses, he'll have to pay the price of an entire gold shop!"
All of the guests were discussing excitedly among themselves. They were very much looking forward to this cooking contest that could even invite the city lord and president.
"I think Mr. Mak should cook a spicy grilled fish. Once the delicious spicy grilled fish is brought out, he'll definitely win this contest," Vivian suggested with a serious expression as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"I think all of Mr. Meg's dishes are very delicious, but wouldn't it be better to use the same ingredients for a cooking contest?" Luna asked in a quiet voice as she held onto Amy's little hand with a slightly nervous expression.
"Mr. Meg will definitely win." Gloria was also quite nervous. Even though she was very confident in Meg's cooking, she still couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Go, Father! Go! "Amy raised her little hand into the air, and yelled loudly. She wasn't nervous in the slightest.
"Beate's cooking is pretty good, but that guy doesn't even look like a chef; can he really cook good food?" Camilla looked at Meg with a skeptical expression.
"This duel could change the food and beverage industry in the Aden Square. That old fox really doesn't want anything to happen." Hill glanced at the expressionless Geoffrey, then looked at Meg with a solemn expression. However, when he saw the relaxed expression on Meg's face, he quickly relaxed and revealed an enigmatic smile.
Cyril chuckled coldly as he looked at Meg, and it was as if he could already foresee the outcome of this match. "Insolence! Since you dared to accept Beate's challenge, then I'll make you spit out everything that you've eaten, and destroy your reputation in the Aden Square!"
"Mr. Meg, if you need any more cooking utensils or condiments, please let me know. I'll have them prepare them for you," Beate said as he looked at Meg.
"There's no need for that. I'm not going to make roast beef kebabs today. I'm going to try out a new dish that I came up with in the past two days, and I only need a frying pan." Meg shook his head as he looked at the half-slaughtered cow that was hanging off to the side.
This was a high-quality Ironhide Bull, and judging from its blood, it was quite fresh, so it was perfect for making steak.
"A new dish?" Beate took a meaningful glance at Meg. This young man seemed to be even more arrogant than he had imagined.
"That's right. I wonder if your new dish or my new dish will suit the judges' tastes," Meg said with a smile.
"I'll be looking forward to it," Beate replied with a serious expression.
"Alright, let's begin our duel now." Meg's expression was still as relaxed as ever.
"Alright," Beate replied as he gripped onto a thin and long knife on the knife rack.
The sharp blade cut through the beef, and a piece of lean beef without the slightest bit of fat was placed on the chopping board. The long blade cut through the beef, almost turning into an invisible white shadow. With a few slashes, the entire piece of beef was cut into cubes of the same size.
"What incredible knife skills!"
All of the spectators couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Meg also nodded in approval. Such knife skills were indeed worthy of Beate's status, but he wasn't in a hurry to begin.
After cutting the beef, Beate placed the long knife to the side. Then, he lifted the lid of the heavy, ball-shaped iron wok. The wok was three inches thick, and it was almost completely embedded into the stove. Only the lid of the wok was left outside of the wok.
Beate placed all of the beef into the black wok before tossing in all of the spices at once. He then picked up a bamboo tube from the side and removed the cover. A faint fragrance of bamboo mixed with the aroma of wine wafted out, causing one's spirit to soar.
"Is this wine brewed in bamboo? It smells so good! "Everyone's eyes lit up as they looked at the bamboo tube in Beate's hand with incredulity.
"Bamboo wine, I didn't think that this world would have it as well." Meg was also surprised as he looked at the wine barrel in Beate's hand.
Beate slowly tipped the bamboo tube in his hand, and the amber wine flowed into the black pot like a faint golden ribbon. The aroma of the wine wafted through the air, and it became more and more concentrated.
"Good wine, looks like it's time to harvest the bamboo wine again." Michael took a whiff of the wine, and his eyes lit up.
"Using bamboo wine to stew beef, Head Chef Beate's ideas are indeed unconventional. It looks like Ducas Restaurant is going to have another classic dish," Ambassador Carlos praised.
"What kind of wine is bamboo wine? However, the aroma of this wine is quite good. "Camilla nodded in approval.
After pouring half of the bamboo wine into the black pot, Beate closed the bamboo tube. He then took out another wooden barrel and poured half of the clear water into the black pot. After that, he closed the lid of the black pot and twisted it three or four times to completely tighten the lid.
Almost the entire round black pot was under the stove, and only the curved lid of the pot could be clearly seen.
Beate pressed a yellow button beside his hand, and the entire stove suddenly began to tremble slightly. Several streaks of fiery red light suddenly rose up around the black pot, and a fiery aura surged toward Beate. It was as if a mysterious power had lifted the ball-shaped black pot into the air, and it began to rotate at a frantic pace.
"Holy f * ck, there's such a thing! Magic stove? Spherical rotating pressure cooker? "Meg's eyes widened, and he almost couldn't help but swear.
He had thought that his equipment was already sufficiently advanced, but who would've thought that a top-tier head chef had already started to play with magic equipment? This was practically cheating right in front of him!
"System, give me a bottle of black pepper!" He had wanted to observe how Beate was going to stew beef, but he didn't think that Beate would use such advanced technology right off the bat. It wouldn't be good if Beate finished too late.
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