As the hostess moved closer with the tray, the rich aroma became more obvious. Other than the aroma of roasted goose, there was also a faint sweetness.
'It smells like olives, 'said Adelaide, sniffing hard.
He also liked to use olives as a seasoning when cooking. Not to mention the aroma, just the smell of olives was enough to entice him.
Yuan Zhou divided the roasted goose into eight equal portions, one for each of the eight judges. It looked like they all had the same amount, and there was no favoritism at all.
When the plates were placed in front of the judges, they all wanted to eat more, but now that they were all the same size, there was nothing to fight about. Hence, they each had a portion, and it was quite harmonious.
Although the knife had been modified again, the goose meat strips wrapped in the intact goose skin made the judges, who were observing it closely, suck in a breath of cold air.
"How much does one know about goose to be able to do that? Was it a goose in his previous life? "Abby whispered.
This time, without anyone's reminder, Ju Man Lee took the initiative to pick up the goose with chopsticks first, and very awkwardly. He didn't use a fork because he didn't want to destroy the texture on the surface of the meat. He wanted to completely taste the taste of the goose meat that was cut with magical knife skills.
The eight judges all picked up chopsticks very tacitly. Other than the four people on August's side who were more skilled with chopsticks, only Abby was a little more fluent. He picked up a piece of goose meat with chopsticks at least with one hand, and it was obvious that he had practiced it a few times in private.
The others were much worse. They used chopsticks with both hands, one chopstick in each hand, and used the chopsticks like a stick. Fortunately, they didn't destroy the surface of the meat and sent it into their mouths.
When the goose meat entered their mouths, the first thing it came into contact with was a thin layer of green sauce. Because of the heat, the sauce was not as watery as before, and it was in a semi-solid state, adhering to the meat.
When he first touched it, there was no other taste except for a little sweetness. However, when he bit it with his teeth, the green sauce seeped into the meat like a coat. It was tender and juicy, and the slightly rough texture added some color to the meat.
When they chewed, it was fresh and tender at first, but at the end, it was crunching, crunching. It was very chewy.
The combination of tenderness and toughness left a slightly sour taste in the mouth after swallowing. Not only did the goose meat not feel greasy, but it also had a refreshing feeling. It made one want to eat the second piece immediately.
The combination of plump, juicy, and fresh nature was just right. The judges originally planned to carefully taste the goose piece by piece to live up to the perfect knife skills, but as soon as the goose entered their mouths, they couldn't help but speed up. As for the thoughts in their minds just now, sorry, they couldn't remember now.
Unlike the tender and chewy goose meat, the taste of the goose skin was sweet with a hint of crispness. Once bitten, it would produce a 'kacha, kacha' sound. However, there was still a little bit of softness inside, making it extremely comfortable to eat.
Just like that, it only took the judges a few minutes to clean up the plates. Soon, the plates were as clean as new.
"There's actually no oil on it. This cooking is really good." Alexandra touched the plate with her hand. There was indeed no oil on her hand.
It could be seen that Yuan Zhou's skill in controlling the temperature of the fire had already reached perfection.
"I totally agree with your opinion. We shouldn't have invited him to the competition. It's really unfair," Alexandra said to Ju Man Lee seriously.
Seeing someone agree with his opinion, Ju Man Lee, who had been alone since the beginning of the competition, was very happy. Finally, someone saw that Ogyust wasn't reliable. It was really worth celebrating.
"Slurp"
Jack swallowed the saliva that was about to flow out of his mouth. He felt that this Bogus Cooking Competition was really too hard to endure.
It was indeed the cruelest thing in the world to only be able to watch but not eat.
"No, I can't stand it anymore. I want to know where this Yuan's restaurant is tonight!"
"I suddenly want to know more about Chinese cuisine."
"Where can I eat authentic Chinese cuisine in Lyon? Do you have any recommendations? "
"Actually, I want to know why this Chinese chef brought a helper who doesn't know how to cook at all. Is it to show the gap between him and the other head chefs? "
Many people in the audience took a bite of their hamburgers or other baguettes, looking at the judges eating as fast as a tornado.
In fact, there were many reasons to choose a country when traveling abroad. For example, China had the Great Wall of China, and the national culture. Food culture was also an important factor when traveling.
Yuan Zhou's amazing performance in the competition today had become the deciding factor for many people who were hesitating whether to travel to China or not.
It was true. Out of the 40,000 people present, more than a hundred had made plans to go to China, and almost a third of them were interested in Chinese cuisine.
When the judges started to give their scores, there was only one camera left around Yuan Zhou, who had been surrounded by many cameras. Finally, Yuan Zhou let out a sigh of relief.
Yuan Zhou had a strong sense of collective honor, or it could be said that he had brought glory to his country. It was deeply engraved in the bones of every Chinese.
Now that there were not so many cameras around, Yuan Zhou started to clean up the slightly dirty stove. He wiped everything clean and put it back in its original position. He was used to doing these things, so it was very easy for him to do them.
"Look at the Chinese chef. No wonder the chefs in our country can't compete with him. The best chefs in China always clean up by themselves." A blonde girl with short hair said firmly.
After another 20 minutes, Bordlach, who had five people working together, finally made full use of the advantage of having more people. He was done.
This time, Bordlach had used all his trump cards. The Iris Foie Gras looked very beautiful.
On the snow-white, delicate and plump foie gras, there was a half-blooming pink iris floating vividly. It was unknown what kind of spices were used to make it, but it looked very delicate. It was particularly eye-catching when contrasted with the white foie gras.
Bordlach was very satisfied with his work. Although he was not the first to make it and had smelled the fragrance from Yuan Zhou's cooking, he was very satisfied with his classic foie gras.
Iris was the national flower of France, and it was used to set off the most famous foie gras in France. There was no better cultural meaning than this. Bordlach was very confident.
However, the audience's reaction to the beautiful foie gras was very dull.
"It looks good, and the taste should be okay." This was the thought of the audience who had bet on Bordlach. Of course, the thought of winning had long been forgotten.
"The plate presentation looks okay, but it's not as exquisite and gorgeous as Head Chef Yuan's." This was the thought of the chefs present.
"Let's take a close-up shot of this dish and see if there's any need for it in the news later." This was the thought of the media present.
Compared with the previous uproar, the current scene was very dull. Actually, it was not their fault. After all, they had seen a masterpiece, and now they were watching a entry-level dish. The contrast was a little obvious and they couldn't bear to watch it.
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