"This smell... Andy, have you lost your sense of smell?" The other judges shook their heads. The spicy smell just now almost made them sweat.
Andy didn't say anything, just pushed the red and green dishes in front of them.
As judges, they had no right to choose at all. They could only bite the bullet and stretched out the spoons in their hands. The red duck pieces were like red-hot fire cubes. They stuffed them into their mouths with their eyes closed, and lightly swiped them with the tip of their tongues.
First, I was so excited that I shivered.
The next second, he showed a surprised expression.
After being moistened by saliva, most of the spiciness suddenly dissipated, leaving only a slight spicy taste on the tongue and the soft and glutinous taste of the meat.
The blond and blue-eyed judges even felt that the seemingly spicy Lotus Blood Duck was not as spicy as Mapo Tofu. No, no, no, it's not not spicy, but this kind of spiciness was just at the critical point that they could accept.
One more point and it would be hard for them to swallow.
Some people wanted to take another bite of the fat and tender blood clots inside. Andy shook his head: "You can't accept the spiciness of the blood clots."
Everyone was surprised that the ingredients, which were clearly placed on a plate, could show different spiciness.
Fang Zilu also had a question mark on his head. Looking at Yu Jianyun's calm and relaxed appearance, which reflected his shortcomings, he could only retreat and ask Chef Lai.
Lai Wei pointed out to him: "This is an improved dish. Everyone's tolerance for spicy food is different. The little boss has put some effort into the ingredients. The duck pieces are hot but light in taste, which is suitable for foreign tastes that are mainly light; the duck blood is fat and tender.
It's full of spicy oil and has a stronger flavor. But the spiciest thing among them is not duck blood, but..."
Before he finished speaking, one of the judges screamed, and his face turned an unnatural and strange red color. Upon seeing this, Andy quickly took the ice water, held it in his mouth and slowly swallowed it. After several times, this
Only then did he regain his composure, but he was still in a state of shock.
Lai Wei laughed with unspeakable ridicule: "The spiciest thing is the humble duck offal. The little boss marinated it with dry ingredients and then put it in the pot and stir-fried."
Fang Zilu stuck out his tongue: "Isn't that... perverted and spicy?" He suddenly sympathized with the judge. Even many Chinese people couldn't accept the perverted and spicy behavior. He would die without regrets in this life.
Progressing step by step, step by step, this is the third level of spicy food.
Not surprisingly, this dish received unanimous praise from the judges. Even the judge who had been on the verge of life and death just now gave the green light resolutely and even discussed with Yu Jian how to make this dish.
…
Tang Yuan, who occupied the C position behind Yu Jian, looked at the scene in front of him and raised his head proudly.
Look, this is the little girl he likes, she is so good! He can't wait to grab the microphone from the host and tell the world.
Huang Mao tugged at his chef's robe and said feebly: "Boss, do you know that you are just like a peacock with its tail spread out?" He was so arrogant that it was almost invisible.
He was really unlucky. The day before yesterday, he was in the northernmost factory and stared at a bunch of big men who picked their feet. After finally lying on the bed, he finally met the beautiful women in his dream. He never thought that
Several handsome bodyguards pushed open his door and carried him onto the plane.
As soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, he actually saw Chef Tang who had made him suffer.
Not caring about anything else, he hugged the boss's legs and started crying, and then raised three fingers in a vow: "I will do whatever you ask me to do." Just don't let him go back to the north again.
Chef Tang snorted and nodded slowly: "I really need you for something."
So, he stood on the stage of the competition inexplicably.
In the front, there is still the executioner Yu Jian who once wanted to tease, but was killed in the first bud.
The couple disagreed and became rivals.
He suddenly felt that he seemed to have been deceived again. Tang Yuan clearly wanted him to be the scapegoat——
At this moment, he suddenly missed those strong men with twelve-pack abs in the north...
Tang Yuan replied lightly: "Has the lobster been processed?"
Huang Mao instantly slumped his shoulders, look, not only tortured him mentally, but also enslaved his labor force. Tsk tsk tsk——
For Tang Yuan, winning or losing in this competition is one thing, but another important point is that he wants to use the competition to promote the low-temperature slow-cooking machine. Now all the hotels he controls have launched new machines, and the new dishes have been praised one after another. But
This encroachment is too slow...
Huang Mao turned the knife in his hand and inserted it into the belly of the half-human-high lobster. He shook his wrist slightly, and two seconds later, a shimmering tail meat of the shrimp was peeled off.
Remove the tendons from the shrimps, steam them and stuff them into ice water to tighten them.
Tang Yuan pinched the most famous chili pepper in the Rooster Country, slowly squeezed out the juice, mixed it with other spices, fished out the lobster from the water with his bare hands, and started a killing spree. After the lobster was soaked in the chili liquid, its whole body changed.
It turned into a crystal red color, and looked like a bright ruby from a distance, shining brightly.
Then it is sealed into the bag, and the temperature is quietly maintained while the machine is opened and closed. The lobster tail is slowly cooked at a low temperature, becoming more and more translucent, and the whole body is covered with a layer of pearl color.
"This is -" There were many senior chefs among the judges. They were attracted by this special technique and turned to ask, "Is this provided by the organizer?" He had never seen such a machine before.
The staff member's answer was cryptic: "The Provo family is the largest sponsor."
The cooked lobster tail slices are cooked to the thickness of sashimi, placed directly on the plate, topped with a delicate chili sauce, and garnished with spice leaves. This is the special dish that Chef Tang wants to show the world - slow-cooked Boston lobster.
Tang Yuan slowly wiped the thin blade in his hand and showed an elegant smile: "Please taste it." What came out of his lips was the ancient northern language with rounded accents, which was full of oppression.
Huang Mao secretly complained: He is pretending to be thirteen again.
The white that was originally the brightest on the top of the snow-capped mountains, with the chili sauce as a backdrop, is like a touch of cinnabar stepping into the world of mortals, giving people a sense of sacredness that cannot be blasphemed.
Andy immediately picked up a piece of shrimp meat, the thick shrimp flakes shook gently on his fingertips, trembling like water waves, rolled a circle of bright red sauce on it, and put it into his mouth.
The soft and full taste hit him instantly. The freshness and sweetness mixed with a hint of refreshing spiciness made him widen his eyes. Although the shrimp meat had been soaked in the chili liquid, after being baptized by the temperature, only a trace of it remained.
The stimulation of the lobster was more of the original flavor of the lobster, plump and delicate, so fresh that it seemed to jump in his mouth.
And at the end, full of delicious vitality, is a clean, clear sweetness.
The spiciness that comes out from time to time is more like the unruly lobster waving its pincers.
He closed his eyes slowly and felt that he was in the deep sea, surrounded by endless but hidden turbulent cold water, entangling him in every thread, allowing him to indulge in this transcendental state until he merged into one.
"It really tastes wonderful..." A sigh came out of his mouth, and he, like the other judges, was intoxicated by it.