Chapter 643： Magic stove? Spherical rotating pressure cooker?

The Aden Chamber of Commerce has come to many big people at the mid-year party, and it is not difficult to select a few big people who will not make unfair choices for personal reasons. .

So, when Michael City and Jeffrey’s president are at the core, Hill, Camilla, and the judges of the Los Angeles Empire’s Ambassador to the City of Chaos, Keror, sit on the judges who opened up for them separately. Meg, nodded with satisfaction.

Although the jury is relatively amateur, the venue is unquestionable. It is difficult to find a larger jury in a chaotic city for a culinary showdown.

Two movable cooktops were parked in the middle of the banquet hall. There were various kitchen utensils and condiments on the top, and the white chef's Beyat had already stood in front of the left cooktop.

“I didn’t expect to come to the dinner party, but I could still see a culinary showdown, and one of them was the chef of Auberge, Dukas Restaurant. It’s right tonight.”

"I didn't expect this McGond to dare to answer the decision. If you lose, it will cost you a gold shop!"

The guests were very interested in the discussion and were full of expectations for the culinary show that could invite the city owner and the president.

"I think Mai boss should be grilled fish, delicious spicy grilled fish, this match will definitely win." Vivian held his hands on his chest, a serious suggestion.

"I think Mr. McGonagall's food is delicious, but if you use the same ingredients, it would be better to compare it?" Luna whispered, holding Amy's little hand in one hand, and her expression was slightly nervous.

"Mr. McGonagall will definitely win." Gloria also had a hard time to cover the tension. Although she was very confident about the food that McGonagall did, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

"Father and grown up! Come on!" Amy shouted with a small hand, but she was not nervous at all.

"Beat's food is still good. This guy doesn't look like a chef. Can you really make good food?" Camilla looked at Meg with some suspicion.

"This matchup may change the dining scene in Aden Square. The old fox really doesn't allow any of Mars to appear." Hill looked at the expressionless Jeffrey, looking at McGonagall with a dignified look. But seeing the relaxed expression on Meg's face, he quickly relaxed and re-appeared an elusive smile.

"Hurricane, since you dare to take up Bayard's challenge, if this is the case, let you spit out all the things you eat, and then let you lose your name in Aden Square!" Cyril sneered at McGonagall. As if I have seen the solution to this challenge.

"If Mr. McGonagall needs any kitchen utensils or seasonings, he can ask them, I will let them prepare." Beyat looked at McGonagall.

"No, I don't make roast beef skewers today. I just try the new dish that I just thought of these two days. I just need a pan." McGonagall shook his head and looked at the half-killed cattle hanging on the side. .

The finest iron barley, from the blood, can be judged to be just slaughtered soon, fresh enough to make steak just right.

"New dishes?" Beyat looked at McGonagall deeply. This fast-rising young man seemed to be more mad than he had imagined.

"Yes, I don't know the chef's new dishes and my new dishes. Which one will be more in line with the taste of several judges." McGonagall said with a smile.

"I will wait and see." Beyat said with a serious expression.

"So, let's start our match now." McGonagall's expression is still easy.

"Good." Beyat's short answer, holding a slender knife on the knife holder.

The sharp blade cut through the beef, and a lean beef with no fat was put on the cutting board. The long knife was cut from the beef and almost turned into an invisible white shadow. Brush it a few times. The whole piece of beef has turned into a block of beef of the same size.

"A great knife!"

The audience could not help but be amazed.

McGonagall also nodded slightly, such a knife is indeed worthy of Beyat's identity, but he is not in a hurry.

Cut the beef, Beiyate put the long knife aside, uncovering the heavy iron pot on the hand like a ball. The thick pot wall is three inches, almost the whole set in the stove, only one left. The lid of the lid is left outside.

Beyate put all the beef into the black pot, then throwing in a variety of spices at once, picking up a bamboo tube from the side, pulling out the lid of the bamboo tube, a faint bamboo fragrance accompanied by the fragrance of silk wine, let The spirit of the people is shocked.

"Is this a wine made in bamboo? It's so sweet!" People's eyes lit up, and some incredulously looked at the bamboo tube in Beatt's hand.

"Bamboo wine, I didn't expect this world to have it." McGonagall also looked at the barrels in Beatt's hand.

Bayat slowly dumped the bamboo tube in his hand, and the amber wine, like a pale gold ribbon, was poured into the black pot, and the wine was full and rich.

"Good wine, it seems that the bamboo wine has reached the harvest season." Michael sniffed and his eyes lit up.

“With the bamboo tube wine to stew the beef, the idea of ​​the chef of Bayat is really unrestrained. It seems that Dukas restaurant has another classic dish.” Ambassador Carlos praised.

"What kind of wine is bamboo wine? But the fragrance is good." Camilla nodded slightly.

The small half-barrel of bamboo wine was poured into a black pot, Beyat covered the bamboo tube, then took out another wooden barrel, poured a small half-barrel of water into the pot, then covered the lid of the black pot and screwed it three or four times. Tighten completely.

The round black pot is almost entirely under the cooktop, and only a curved lid can be seen clearly.

Bayat reached out and pressed a yellow button on his hand. The whole stove suddenly shook slightly. Several red flames suddenly rose from the black pot. The hot breath came like a mysterious force. The entire spherical black pot was lifted up and then began to spin wildly.

"The trough, there is this operation! Magic stove? Spherical rotating pressure cooker?" McGee blinked, almost did not hold back the swearing.

Originally, he thought that his equipment was already black enough. I didn't expect that the top chefs of the family had just started to play magic equipment. It was just hanging in front of him!

"System, give me a bottle of black pepper!" Originally, I wanted to observe how the other party stewed beef. I didn't expect the other party to come up with high technology. If it was too late, it would not look good.

"Black pepper powder, 10 gold coins a bottle." The system sounds calm.