"The quality of this Quinine Cow is way too good." Bayer cared about the ingredients. After all, he hadn't reached the level of Doma and Marisello, so he was the one who arranged the ingredients.
For a chef, to judge whether a piece of steak was good or not, they didn't need to wait until it entered the mouth.
"It's impeccable," Doma praised in a low voice.
Marisello, who was at the side, also slightly praised. Then, he gently put the steak back on the plate and straightened his knife and fork, preparing to cut it.
When the steak was cut, Doma and Marisello's expressions became the same again. Even Bayer, who was at the side, looked at the steak on his teacher's plate expectantly.
It should be known that it wasn't easy to control the steak to be exactly three times cooked. If it was more than three times cooked, it would be more than three times cooked and some of the juice would be lost. If it was less than three times cooked, it would be medium well, which didn't meet the standard of the Florentine T-bone steak they ordered.
Therefore, when the steak was cut open, the three of them were very much looking forward to the appearance of the steak inside.
"Hua", the knife easily cut open the outer layer of the steak, followed by the inner layer and then the other side of the steak.
"Zi", Doma took the opportunity to use the knife to cut open the steak.
The situation inside the steak immediately appeared in front of the three of them. The middle was a beautiful deep red color, and after the deep red was an excessive pink color, gradually changing to the outer layer of the steak.
"Perfect," Marisello said while looking at the steak. Even if he were to pick a stone from an egg, he wouldn't miss anything.
"Yes, the perfect presentation of medium well," Doma nodded.
"The ripeness of these two pieces is actually exactly the same. There doesn't seem to be any difference." Bayer looked at the steak together with Doma and naturally discovered this point.
As soon as Bayer said that, Doma and Marisello looked at each other and found that was indeed the case.
The two pieces of meat were different in weight, but the steak that appeared to be grilled at the same time showed exactly the same degree of ripeness. This kind of ability sounded very simple and looked very simple, but only the experts could understand the technical content.
"This control of the heat makes people feel hopeless," Marisello said in amazement.
"As I said, this Yuan's steak is like nature itself," Remy suddenly interrupted, showing off his knowledge of Chinese idioms.
"Indeed. At least in terms of the control of the fire and knife skills, no one can surpass him in the steak industry." Doma Ma nodded. Then, he picked up the steak that he had just cut with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth to taste it.
Tuo Luoma was wrong about one thing. Not only the steak world, but he also couldn't surpass the western food world.
Although Troma and Marisello were old, their taste buds were still well-maintained and they were still very picky about the taste of steak.
Therefore, before they ate it, the two of them had already made up their minds to use the harshest standards to judge this steak.
However, such thoughts disappeared the moment he ate it. What judgment, what comparison with the steak he made, and what two points, etc.? He had to finish the steak in front of him first.
The crispy outer layer of the beef exploded in his mouth. After biting through this layer, the rich juice of the beef spread in his mouth without warning. The rich beef aroma immediately occupied his entire mouth.
Next, his tongue came into contact with the tender and soft inner layer of the beef. Obviously, this was the dark red beef in the middle of the medium rare steak.
The warm temperature of the steak was exactly the same as the human oral temperature of 36.5 ° C to 37.5 ° C. It was neither too hot nor too cold when eaten. The subtle temperature was grasped very well, bringing the texture of the beef to a higher level.
After the rich beef aroma passed, the faint salty taste pulled Doma Ma's taste buds back to the restaurant in reality.
"Oh, delicious." Doma Ma suddenly couldn't think of a better adjective. After swallowing the steak, he could only give such a serious evaluation.
He glanced sideways and found Marisello was also intoxicated by the delicacy of the steak in front of him. This made Doma Ma feel at ease as he cut another piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.
The two of them were old rivals. Seeing that the other was so intoxicated and serious while eating, Doma Ma no longer cared about anything else and picked up his knife and fork to eat.
However, Bayer, who had agreed to share the steak with Doma Ma, was suffering. Would he dare to eat under such circumstances?
Bayer was afraid that the moment he stretched out his claws, he would be chopped off by Doma Ma.
That's right. Bayer hadn't even touched the steak since it was served, let alone eating it. Moreover, looking at the current situation, it would be a problem if he could even leave a piece for him to taste.
Bayer smelled the aroma and occasionally looked at his teacher who was tasting the steak seriously. He wanted to say something but didn't dare to. He could only smell the aroma again and swallow his saliva.
"Actually, I can also taste the quality of the steak. In any case, I have finished my apprenticeship," Bayer couldn't help but say inwardly as he looked at the decreasing amount of steak on the ceramic plate.
That's right. He only said it inwardly and didn't dare to say it out loud. After all, when he was still an apprentice, Doma Ma was very strict.
While the few foreigners were concentrating on eating the steak, someone in the restaurant shouted, "Add more dishes."
"Big Brother Wuhai, what dishes do you want to add?" Su Ruoyan immediately went over and asked.
"They are eating the Florentine T-bone steak, right? I want one serving. And I also want a Mexican steak. The Romano-style steak is also not bad. By the way, you can also give me a serving of the American Filet Mignon. As for how well it is cooked, let Yuan Zhou decide. I'm not picky and can eat anything." Whenever he saw Wu Hai ordering food, he would always feel very rich.
Su Ruoyan had already been working for The Kitchen God for two months, so she wouldn't ask Wuhai if he could finish eating. She silently noted it down and then passed the menu to Yuan Zhou.
Brains and Happy hadn't been here for a long time. Wuhai felt that the realm of Good-For-Nothing, who had won the Good-For-Nothing Challenge was still very low. He wasn't strong enough to compete with him for the supreme glory of The Kitchen God.
Invincibility was so much, so lonely, and so empty.
"Oh right, I haven't asked Mao Xiong out for a meal for a long time." Wuhai suddenly remembered that up until now, only Lord Mao Xiong and Yu Daoyi could compete with him. Actually, Wuhai was very happy every day because he didn't have many things to think about. Other than eating, he only did drawing.
Yuan Zhou moved very quickly. Plate after plate of steak was carried to the dining table in front of Wuhai.
At the side, Madam Feng looked at Wuhai in a daze. Then, she forcibly moved her gaze away. Her gaze stopped on Wuhai, not because she liked Wuhai, but because she saw that Wuhai had a really good appetite when eating.
Originally, The Kitchen God could eat until he was full, but with Wuhai beside him, he still wanted to eat after he was full.
It was believed that Madam Feng wasn't the only one who felt this way. Having a foodie as a friend would increase the chances of you becoming fat infinitely, especially when this person was a foodie like Wuhai.
"Next time, I can't enter the restaurant with Mr. Wu." Madam Feng made up her mind. It wasn't easy for her to lose weight, so she couldn't gain it back.
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