Chapter 423

Burnt yellow with light gold in the Melaleuca pastry, exuding a strong aroma of wheat, closely fit the Parma ham, extremely attractive smoke taste, high recognition.

The delicious mushroom sauce forms a very close middle layer between the Parma ham and the steak, which absorbs all the beef broth without affecting the crispness of the thousand layer pastry.

The medium rare steak is pink and tender. The cut is smooth and neat, showing Zhang Ye's excellent craftsmanship.

Even the black pepper sauce exudes a strong fragrance and makes people salivate.

The whole dish of Wellington steak is put on a clean plate, which is set off by the white plate. The color is colorful, and people can't help but add a bit of appetite.

"I can't believe that master Zhang Ye's western food attainments are so high." Wen Xiuyuan couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that. This appearance alone is enough to conquer me. It seems that at the beginning, I really found a great culinary talent. " Bai Yuanqing also nodded with a smile.

"You guys, you have to taste the delicious food before you know what's going on." Han Guobin has a straight face beside him, but his eager eyes betray him.

"Ha ha, yes, let's do it." Wen Xiuyuan laughed, picked up the knife and fork and began to move.

The sharp knife slowly cuts the Wellington beef on the plate, and the sharp fork penetrates the pastry, mushroom sauce, steak and ham into the mouth.

Oh!

In just one second, Wen Xiuyuan's eyes lit up.

The fragrance of Melaleuca pastry came out for the first time. Under the escort of mushroom sauce, he mobilized his taste bud cells to his heart's content. A special flavor of bacon wandered in his mouth at the same time, which was about to make Wen Xiuyuan's taste bud cells shudder.

Teeth slowly cut layers of delicious food, until the steak.

Delicious steak at this moment finally showed a strong power.

Tender, smooth, fragrant and waxy.

The beef is so delicious that I don't know how to describe it. The endless delicious changes are like a Beethoven's symphony of fate in the mouth of this Wellington steak, which has completely surpassed everything.

Whoo!

When Wen Xiuyuan slowly swallowed this delicious food, closed his eyes for a long time to taste the aftertaste of the mouth, finally slowly opened his eyes.

"It's really delicious. The pastry is very sweet, and the fragrance of wheat is fully explored. The proportion of stuffing and beef is very good. The dry stuffing fully absorbs the juice of beef, which is also full of the special taste of mustard, and then complements the ham. It's perfect. "

He couldn't help admiring.

At this time, Bai Yuanqing also put down his knife and fork and nodded faintly: "Xiuyuan, you're right, and the beef is too tender. I haven't tasted such tender beef for more than 20 years, and I don't know what kind it is. Does he choose Kobe beef from Japan?"

"No, it's not Kobe beef. It's not like filigree beef. I can't tell what it is." Han Guobin said with a frown.

Ha ha!

Wen Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing and said faintly, "you two, if I say that master Zhang Ye only chooses the most common steak, I'm afraid you won't believe it."

What!

It's impossible.

Two people almost with one voice of astonishment.

How can ordinary steak be so tender? It's unscientific.

"If you don't believe it, this is master Zhang Ye's best cooking skill. He can transform decay into magic, and compare the most common steak with the A5 Kobe beef cattle. You can imagine how high his cooking skill is."

Wen Xiuyuan is also some envy said.

"This, this is God's means, this is God's dish."

Han Guobin also sighed, hands are very devout in the chest painted a cross.

"Let's give a score, and then we can have two more bites." Bai Yuanqing said with a funny smile.

Ha ha!

Wen Xiuyuan and Han Guobin also laughed, nodded and wrote down their scores on their scoreboard.

Ding Dong!

There was a sweet voice in the competition hall.

"Master Zhang Ye of No.8 contestant, your average score of the main judge is 10, and the average score of the public judge is 10, a total of 20 points."

WOW!

The whole competition hall was boiling.

Everyone Shua's eyes fell on the No. 8 stove, looking at Zhang Ye's plain to natural face, all of them were shocked as if they were in hell.

Ten?

It's impossible.

You know, the judges have to get the highest score and the lowest score this time. Does it mean that there is no highest or lowest score at all? His Wellington steak completely conquered everyone and made every judge get the highest score?It can't be true.

It's too weird. Is this No. 8 the top chef in the world?

No one can believe the score, but they have to.

Bata!

Duda just baked his own Wellington steak at this time. When he heard the score announcement, he stood in the same place like lightning strike.

Ah!

His hand was suddenly scalded by the terrible heat penetrating the insulating gloves, and the hand holding the baking tray was released involuntarily.

WOW!

The steaming Wellington steak is scattered all over the place, falling all over the place, filling is scattered all over the place, and the crispy skin turns into broken skin in an instant.

This

Duda's face showed a look of great panic, and he was about to bend down to pick up the steak on the ground.

"Wait a minute, master Duda. Are you going to continue serving the judges with these ground steaks?" Just now, the cold faced judge came over and looked down at Duda who was bending over and squatting on the ground.

Er!

Duddardon said, "no, I don't mean that. I just want to pick them up and throw them away."

"Well, that's the best. There are still ten minutes left. If you want to continue the competition, make another one as soon as possible There was a mocking smile on the referee's face and he left with a big smile.

Shit!

Duda's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

Make another beef dish in ten minutes?

It's impossible. He can't get a beef noodle to serve.

Damn Zhang Ye, why can't you just lie on the ground and be trampled on by me.

Duda's eyes showed a vicious murderous spirit. The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved.

"I want to report."

He suddenly stood up, raised his finger to Zhang Ye and said in a loud voice:

"I want to report Zhang Ye, a person who has never been in contact with Western food, how can he make a very good steak? There must be a dark curtain here. He bribed the judges."