Chapter 521： : Rolling of ingredients

"I surrender!"

With a serious tone, Maas put the microphone in the hands of the stunned hostess.

Chiyo Aichi is Neon’s top group of professional gastronomic hosts, barely reacting and asking with a hint of tremor: "Master Chef, are you sure?"

"Acknowledge defeat is considered defeat..."

"It's the defeat that skipped the review voting!"

She finally recovered when she spoke, a pretty face full of seriousness.

"Yes, I admit defeat!"

Maas repeated.

It wasn't until this time that the audience reacted. The exclamation almost lifted the dome of the venue, and the seats became chaotic markets. Even the professional chefs in the guest seats were incredible, arguing loudly.

In the background of Yuanyue, Zhu Qing, Dojima Silver, Caibo City Ichiro and others were shocked.

Orlando team backstage.

Lin giant Di Sani just stared at the egg bowl in the picture.

Elizabeth covered her face on the sofa and shouted, "What is Uncle Mars doing!"

She was puzzled.

"Even if you lose, wait for the jury to vote! How can you rush to admit defeat!"

The team's No. 1 special chef Madeleine, No. 2 special chef Leon, with a solemn expression.

"Do not!"

Madeleine shook her head: "Mas is prouder than anyone else in his heart, he voluntarily admits defeat, it means... he has no chance of winning at all!"

The woman accentuated her tone.

Danish chef Leon with braids said mutely: "Madeleine is right!"

"Well, that's the case, what made Mas despair?" Elizabeth bit her lip. "He used taboo ingredients, and Uncle Mars also came up with his strongest taboo recipe... At least it's quite the same situation. !"

At this time Lin giant Di Sani slowly shook his head and spoke.

"The egg liquid in that bowl... is weird!"

"What kind of egg liquid?"

At the same time, the guest seat, research giant Patricia Lei Zhe stood up, eyes widened at the counter surrounded by the jury.

The ghost father shredded thistle and could not calm down, but also stood up.

"How is it possible! Mas will concede defeat?!" Yaqi cut thistle's complexion several times.

As a well-known figure in the American gastronomy industry, Maas is the backbone of the "Gourmet Society". He cut thistles and dealt with him a lot. He even saw the taboo dishes of Mas with his own eyes.

It can be said that Maas took it seriously, took out the taboo dishes, and shredded thistles should be treated with caution, otherwise they would have to overturn at any time. After all, at the peak level of special chefs, no one has taken a critical step. The influence of cooking on the outcome of victory and defeat has been infinitely reduced, but the ingredients are becoming more and more important.

Is it...

The heart shrank suddenly.

Ya cut thistle looked down at Lei Zhe's eyes, and stared at the bowl containing the egg liquid.

"Master Chef, can you talk about why you admit defeat?"

Chiyo Aichi asked, the riots in the venue disappeared in just a few seconds, and everyone raised their ears to listen.

"Inferior ingredients, you can't make precious dishes!"

Maas calmly looked at the camera and opened the first sentence, which is the famous saying of French cuisine.

"As we all know, French cuisine, or Western food, attaches great importance to the use of ingredients..." Maas said, "In the big showdown that does not compete with the chef's heart, but competes with ingredients, my ingredients are lost, the gap is very big. Grow, so my dishes are naturally defeated."

"Chef Xia and I are at the pinnacle of the premium class. In terms of cooking skills, or cooking skills, we have different strengths and equal strengths, so the ingredients are the key to winning!"

"Oh, to our level, no one will stupidly pile up useless ingredients, but all the ingredients used are combined with the "control" and "use" of the mysterious cooking materials to build the ideal food kingdom in mind... "

At this point, Maas stared deeply at the camera.

His words were straightforward, and the audience understood them.

boom.

Because of this, the frypot was turned into a pot of porridge.

Mas's words are undoubtedly that he thinks that the ingredients are not as good as people, not that they are not good at cooking.

The loss of ingredients!

"You can use two kinds of fantasy ingredients, Chef Komas, a taboo ingredient?" Chiyo Aichi stuttered.

"Yes, "rose mushroom" and "golden salmon roe" are fantasy ingredients!"

"The meat of the flaming horse is a taboo ingredient!"

Mastan said frankly, laughing at himself: "Well... do you think it's gorgeous? But Chef Xia only needs ‘jewel meat’ and that kind of egg dipping to destroy my dishes!”

"Whether it's'White-haired Sindrella Beef' or'Five-headed Bird Meat', it seems to me superfluous... without them, I have no chance!" He shook his head and laughed at himself.

"Master Chef, you are wrong!"

A voice can't help but insert the words.

The judge of the French nationality stepped on his tie and stepped forward. He mouthed the miniature microphone hanging on the neckline and said: "This is a feast for barbecue. The lack of two other meat materials is the interpretation of the gem meat."

"Ah, if there were no other two kinds of meat, I would be crazy!"

Melissa stretched her arms and touched the belly covered by the red dress. She said with satisfaction: "After eating the remaining two barbecues, my appetite was satisfied!"

"cough!"

The other three judges, Persian beauties, North American cowboys, and middle-aged men wearing kimonos, also stepped forward and appeared in the camera.

"However, Chef Maas is right. His defeat was actually crushed by ingredients." North American cowboy Noyz wiped the sweat on his forehead and put on a brown cowboy hat. "There is no comment on cooking skills. The details, the seasoning used in the barbecue, only sea salt and pepper particles, pursuing the original taste of the meat..."

"Not right!"

The reviewer wearing a kimono shook his head and said, "There are still many details that can be said..."

The middle-aged man had a calm Xia Yu.

"Master Xia, can you tell me, what special method did you use when dealing with the meat of the five-headed bird? Why is this kind of remote and unpopular fantasy meat rarely noticed by the chef, without being stewed, just Roasted, it will be so soft and delicious!"

"Actually, it's almost like handling beef stew."

"Can you show us again," Chiyo Aichi said immediately.

"Demo?"

Xia Yu scratched his nose, thinking of the fact that there was still some material in the ingredients box, he readily agreed.

He returned to the counter to fetch a piece of ‘Five-Headed Bird Meat’.

The lens gives a close-up. The whole piece of bird meat is dark red. When Xia Yu placed the bird meat on the cutting board, he deliberately demonstrated that the bird meat collided with the cutting board. It was like a stone hitting wood and there was a banging sound.

"First of all, the muscles are used to beat repeatedly, causing the fibers in the meat to break..." Xia Yubian said, pulling up the sleeves of the chef's uniform, his face unchanged, and he punched the hard meat on the cutting board.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Listening to the dull voice, Xia Yu obviously used a lot of energy. After a few minutes, he closed his fist and took a step back, signaling Chiyo Aichi to step forward, and the camera zoomed in.

The hostess followed Xia Yu's instructions and touched the flesh of the bird that had beaten the area, and then touched other positions. She exclaimed: "Wow, it's really softened a lot..."

She pursed her lips, "Can I try?"

"please--"

So the hostess frowned and threw a punch, then hit it with a slap, and then snorted, looking back at the camera with tears and tears, and the pink powder fist moved over, the delicate fist in the picture was already red and swollen.

Suddenly, countless people looked at the picture and breathed coolly, having an intuitive understanding of the "hardness" of the five-headed bird meat.

"Forget to remind you to tap." Xia Yu was funny.

The hostess cast a gloomy look.

"How do you cut such a hard meat with a knife?" She then asked. The judges were like diners, and Maas was also a member of the crowd. Everyone looked at Xia Yu with relish.

"This question is good!"

Xia Yu opened the kitchen box, took out an ice skate, and smiled with her teeth: "This knife is the secret!"

"Ok?"

The hostess tilted her head.

The young chef adjusted his breath, slightly sighed, contracted his lower abdomen, pinched the small sharp jade knife in his right hand, and only listened to the chirp, there was only a little silvery light in the lens, it seemed to be nothing occur.

For three or four minutes Xia Yu stopped before taking a step back and smilingly motioned to the hostess to see how the bird meat was different.

"Nothing seems to change..."

Chiyo Aichi whispered in surprise, her white palm touched the dark red bird flesh. Suddenly, she finally touched a small incision that was easily overlooked, and her pupil suddenly shrank.

So the hostess waved excitedly at the camera to pull the lens closer, and she curled the bird's flesh, exposing a small blade to the lens.

The blade is small, but deep enough.

What is more rare is that the knife edges are distributed along the texture of the bird meat. Each knife is accurate, clean and neat, and the meat quality is avoided to the greatest extent during the processing process.

"Hey, how many knives are there?"

In the lens, the whole face of dark red bird meat is full of blades. The audience breathed in cool air. Unexpectedly, Xia Yu used his knife skill to soften a piece of bird meat in just a few minutes.

"Probably, 218 knives." Xia Yu was not sure.