"Old friend, it's not that I don't trust you or your taste buds. It's just that I think, I've calculated the time and you haven't eaten the steak I made for more than a month. Now is the right time. I'll make you a Florentine T-bone steak on the spot." Marisello made a call and asked his partner to send over the ingredients for the T-bone steak.
No, it was his old partner. His partner was already in his sixties or seventies.
What Marisello meant was that Remy hadn't eaten the steak he made for a long time. That was why he had this misconception.
Although this groundhog is stupid, it can still think of crucial solutions at certain times, Doma thought. Then, Doma also called his disciple, Bayer, and asked him to send over the ingredients.
This villa was indeed where he lived. There were a lot of ingredients for his daily cooking practice, but it wasn't the warehouse of a restaurant, so it was normal that he couldn't gather all the ingredients for the Florentine T-bone steak.
If you told Cheng Zhao Mei that there was a foreigner who cooked more authentic Sichuan Cuisine than her, and that the foreigner was a young man who wasn't even 35 years old, then Cheng Zhao Mei would probably explode on the spot. In other words, Marisello and Doma were already very old. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to escape.
About an hour later, Marisello's old partner and Bayer hurriedly drove over and brought all the ingredients they needed.
Upon hearing that there were steaks prepared by two western cuisine masters, Bayer and his old partner naturally wouldn't leave. It was necessary to freeload.
Fortunately, Doma's kitchen was really big. It could accommodate two chefs at the same time. Although his old partner and Bayer didn't know each other, it didn't prevent them from communicating with each other.
The admiration in Bayer's eyes was self-evident. "Putting aside the charcoal, the heat is too difficult to control. I still have to learn Master Doma's ability for at least a few decades."
His old partner said, "He's best at precise grilling techniques. No matter how many times I see it, it's always amazing."
"Speaking of steak, no matter where, as long as steak is mentioned, there's no way to avoid Master Doma and Mr. Marisello," Bayer said.
"Since more than ten years ago, this old friend of mine has been competing with Troma for the title of number one. I think the two of them will never have an outcome in this lifetime, because the two of them are already at the peak of their relationship." The old friend said.
The two of them didn't know the reason behind it, so they thought it was another steak duel between two top-notch masters.
Remy was also waiting at the side. As a professional painter and an amateur foodie, he could only analyze from an aesthetic point of view. From an aesthetic point of view, Maricello and Troma were already in their sixties or seventies, and Maricello was even a little hunchbacked. However, the moment he entered the kitchen, he seemed to have changed into another person. His movements were smooth, and he deserved the title of a master. However, he was not as natural as the young Chinese chef.
Using the idiom "as if it were the work of nature" seemed a little high profile, but Remy believed that it was the most accurate way to describe Wu Hai. This idiom was something Remy had learned from a Chinese translator in the past. It was used to praise Wu Hai.
Forty minutes later, Marisello and Troma finished their work and divided it into four parts.
Maricello's Steaks: Old Friends, Bayer, Jérémie, Troma
Troma's Steaks: Old Friends, Bayer, Jérémie, Marisello
Troma's Steaks: Old Friends, Bayer, Jérémie, Marisello
"Old buddy, come and try my Florentine T-bone steak. Is it worse than that Yuan?" Maricello asked.
Bayer wasn't stupid, and he immediately understood. He looked at Troma and asked, "Teacher Troma, what's going on?
Could it be that Mr. Jérémie said Yuan's Steaks are better than yours and Mr. Marisello's? " Bayer was not stupid, and he quickly understood what was going on. He looked at Troma and asked, "Teacher Troma, what's going on?
Basically, they had deduced the gist of the matter. Maricello added a few more details, and Bayer and his old companion's reactions were more or less the same. They didn't believe it at all. Just as the two of them had said, Tuoma and Maricello had already reached the top, so it was impossible for anyone else to reach the top.
But the former's reaction was slightly different. Bayer asked, "Is Yuan the Chinese chef Zhouyuan?"
"That's right, that's the pronunciation. Do you know this young chef?" Troma looked at his disciple.
Bayer nodded and said, "You know him, right?"
Troma nodded and said, "He's a very talented young chef."
Bayer said, "Teacher Troma, what you said is not entirely correct. Perhaps it's because you're obsessed with cooking and don't care about a lot of things. Chu is a chef that can suppress the entire young generation of France. He's a very talented young man."
As Troma's eldest disciple, Bayer was 47 years old this year, more than 10 years older than Chu Xiao. The two were indeed not of the same generation.
Troma nodded and signaled his disciple to continue.
"And Zhouyuan is the chef that Chu has been chasing." Bayer said.
The chef that was highly praised by Wu Hai, the last hope of the European and American painting circles, was also the chef that the entire young generation of France couldn't even raise their heads. This Yuan seemed to be a bit unusual.
"But no matter what, I also think that Yuan can never surpass you, Teacher Troma. Even if Yuan's cooking is better than Chu's, there is no way Chu can compare to Teacher Troma when it comes to steak." Bayer said.
Strictly speaking, what Bayer said was very logical. In the field of steak, even if Chu Xiao was better, there was no way he could compare to Troma and Marisello.
But here came the problem, compared to Chu Xiao, Yuan Zhou … let's not talk about the latter part, to save some face for Chu Xiao.
After Bayer and his old friend finished their steaks, they were once again full of praise. As for Troma and Marisello, they ate each other's steaks, secretly thinking that their cooking skills hadn't deteriorated at all.
Right now, everyone's attention was on Remy. Remy also knew that this matter was very important to his two friends, so he ate very carefully and seriously.
"How is it? How do I compare to Troma?"
After Remy finished eating two small steaks, Marisello immediately asked. Moreover, the target of his question was Troma, which proved that in his heart, Troma was more important. After all, the two had been rivals for more than ten years.
"You guys are still the same as before, there is no winner or loser. At least, I can't tell who is the winner or loser." Remy said.
Regarding this, Bayer and his old friend also nodded in agreement.
"I understand." Marisello was a little disappointed, but he quickly recovered. After fighting for more than ten years, he never thought that he could win against Troma this time.
"Then compared to that Yuan you mentioned? Old friend, do you want to change what you said before? "Marisello asked.
"Indeed, I want to take back what I said before." Remy nodded and said, "I just ate Troma and Marisello's steaks. I think compared to Yuan's Florentine T-bone steak, it's not one point, but two points."
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