At night, Witt asked Porter about how to cook barbecue and prepared the grill and charcoal fire for the competition.
"Your Highness, it turns out you plan to cook barbecue tomorrow." Potter wiped his freshly washed hands on his apron, "Now Your Highness, please practice according to the steps I told you."
"That's good advice."
Under the guidance of Porter, Witte began to train in barbecue. He discovered that these seemingly easy operations are not so easy to master. Roasting for a slightly longer time will affect the taste of the meat, and the amount of carbon added will also affect the taste of the meat.
It has a great impact on barbecue.
After practicing for a while, Werther finally made a decent barbecue. By this time, his cheeks and nose had been blackened.
"Finally, I'm going to add my trump card." Witte sprinkled the minced garlic and diced onions on the barbecue.
"Your Highness, this is really a novel approach." Potter gave a thumbs up.
"Quick, let's try how it tastes." Werther could no longer contain his excitement. He ate a piece with a fork and exclaimed, "It's much better than the original barbecue!"
Porter also put this "special" barbecue into his mouth to taste it.
"Haha, the barbecue cooked by His Highness this time is just right in terms of grilling and knife skills. Coupled with this special seasoning, it will definitely be very popular. It seems that His Highness will definitely win tomorrow."
"But, I'm worried that the people over at Aglis will cook food that only nobles can eat tomorrow. In this case, the judges as common people will also find their food novel."
"Your Highness's worry is not impossible. The types of food that ordinary people eat are much smaller than those that nobles can eat. Desserts such as soufflés and macarons are not accessible to civilians. Once there is a competition tomorrow
With the emergence of such snacks, His Highness’s barbecue will not stand out so much.”
Werther paced and thought for a while.
Suddenly, he said excitedly: "I have thought of a way. We can also add these people to the judges!"
The next day, Werther led people to arrange the venue for the competition. The cooking competition place was in front of the castle, and the judges' positions were behind the castle to prevent the judges from knowing who cooked which dish.
Mrs. Alice's people also brought cooking utensils and ingredients, as well as a small oven.
Soon it was time for the competition, and what surprised Werther and others was that Mrs. Agnes sent herself to participate in the competition!
"Ah!" Margaery, who was watching the battle, suddenly said, "Why didn't I remember before that Aunt Agnes is a master of cooking, and the king even invited her to the palace as a cook!"
"Huh? There is such a thing?" Werther was shocked.
"Brother Werther, come on. When you win, I will tell you the story of what happened in the past." Margery showed an evil smile.
"No problem, just wait and see my victory!"
Mrs. Agnes, who was standing opposite, looked at their expressions suspiciously and said with some displeasure: "What are you talking about? Look at Margaery's mouth shape. She seems to have mentioned my name. Could it be that she is here?"
Say bad things about me."
"Aunt, be careful of losing too ugly~" Margaery made a face at Mrs. Alice and stuck out her tongue desperately.
"You savage fellow, will you die if you stop saying a word?"
"No matter how Auntie uses her methods, she can't beat Brother Werther. You will definitely lose!"
"Oh, you can't attack me with words at all, because my own strength is enough to defeat him. However, what surprises me is that His Highness the Prince will actually participate in the competition in person."
After hearing this, Werther thought to himself, if she made so many suggestions yesterday, she was just forcing me, the person least likely to be good at it, in the whole castle.
Are cooking people participating in competitions? Now they are pretending to be surprised.
However, Witt did not show such thoughts and just smiled and said: "Now, let the game begin."
"Your Highness, for the sake of my son, I won't let you do it. Haha, in fact, I don't have any worries at all. Judging from the utensils and ingredients you brought out, you must be planning to make roast mutton. All the people in Dawn Town have eaten it.
Barbecue, what’s so attractive about this! The chocolate cake I’m going to make is truly novel to the people of Daybreak Town.”
Witte thought to himself, she really wanted to make food that the people of Daybreak Town usually have difficulty accessing. Fortunately, I had long suspected that she was using this trick and made preparations for the judges in advance.
The cooking competition officially begins.
All the people in the castle stood nearby, and Werther felt very relieved with their presence.
He followed the steps instructed by Porter last night and put the charcoal on the grill. After letting the charcoal burn, he put the mutton on the grill and started grilling. He turned the meat from time to time and sprinkled some salt along the way. At this time, Ai Geli
Mrs. Si is making cake embryos.
After a while, Werther had roasted a large plate of meat and began to chop garlic.
Mrs. Agnes glanced at Werther and asked suspiciously: "Your Highness, what are you cutting?"
"I'm chopping garlic, and I'm going to chop onions later," said Werther. "You don't know these two things."
"I really don't know." Mrs. Agnes rolled her eyes at Werther, "No matter how novel the condiments are, it's just an ordinary barbecue."
Finally, Werther spread the chopped garlic and onions on top of the barbecue. Although it was far inferior to the barbecue he had eaten in modern times, in this world, this method was already much more delicious than before.
Mrs. Agnes also finished cooking. She took out her fan and put it on her mouth. She smiled proudly: "Hehehe, my cake is ready and can be given to the common people to try."
Witte nodded: "Now we can let the judges taste the food. Uncle Tom, please share the food prepared by Mrs. Agnes and I equally among the judges behind the castle. Be careful not to let them know who made these two things."
of."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"I also asked my servant to share the food with me to prevent Tom from doing anything." Mrs. Agnes cast a suspicious look at Werther again, and at the same time pushed the servant beside her out, and said sternly, "You follow that one?"
Beside Tom, watching his actions."
While Tom and Alice's servants were sharing the food, Werther and his entourage and Mrs. Alice also came to the back of the castle, waiting to see the result.
The food was divided, and each judge had two small plates in front of them, one with special barbecue and one with chocolate cake.
"Hey, isn't this barbecue!" One of the judges said, "It's so common. Although I don't eat it every day, I always eat it a few times a month. In comparison, this chocolate cake is more attractive.
"
Another judge said: "You see there is something very special added to this barbecue. It is different from ordinary barbecue."
Tom said: "Please let the judges try it and give your choice."
The tasting began, and the first twelve judges voted for the barbecue and cake with six votes each.
However, it's not over yet, the three judges at the end haven't voted yet.
Mrs. Agnes walked over anxiously and said in a very sharp tone: "I told you three, why don't you vote quickly."
Suddenly, she looked at two of them at close range and was a little shocked: "Are you... the financial officer and the judge?"
"Madam, it's us."
"Why are you here too?"
"His Royal Highness called us
Come."
Mrs. Agnes walked up to the handsome young man at the end, stared at him for a while, and asked: "Why do you look so familiar? Who are you?"
"Madam, I am the new knight commander. My name is Iron Sward. I'm sorry to have taken your son's place." Iron squinted upward at Mrs. Alice, with indifference in his eyes.
"Are you little Ain?" Mrs. Agnes suddenly covered her mouth and opened her eyes wide, looking a little frightened.
"I didn't expect Madam to still remember me."
"Why are your eyes so terrifying? I have nothing to do with Mr. Swade's death." Mrs. Alice raised her voice, "Also, why did you replace my son? Why did His Highness the Prince do this?"
"
"Madam." Witte came over and said, "Dawn Town cannot be without a knight leader for a long time, and Ain is the most suitable candidate."
"Hmph!" Mrs. Agnes bit her lip and said fiercely to the last three judges, "Tell me, of these two foods, which one is more delicious?"
To her surprise, all three of them pointed at the barbecue.
She started grabbing her hair frantically again: "Why is this happening?"
Ain said: "The three of us are originally from noble families, and chocolate cake is a common food in our eyes. But this barbecue has special ingredients, so it is particularly novel for us."
"Damn it!" Mrs. Agnes threw her fan to the ground, pointed at Werther and shouted angrily, "The three of them are your people, so they will naturally help you speak."
"Madam, their servants can testify that they have no idea that I cooked the barbecue. How about this? Let's invite another judge over and listen to what he has to say."
Werther clapped his hands, and two knights escorted Wright, who was wearing prison uniform, over.
"Wright!" Mrs. Agnes shouted, "My son, why are you here too?"
"Mother, why are you here?"
Tom brought two plates and said to Wright: "Please taste the two foods and give your answer as to which one is more delicious."
Wright tasted it carefully and said: "This cake is really ordinary. Even in the dungeon, my mother often sent people to bring it to me to eat. I have long been tired of eating it. Barbecue is more delicious. It is very special."
"You idiot! I originally wanted to rescue you, but you helped my opponent!" Agnes suddenly shouted and was about to rush to beat Wright, but was stopped by the servants, "Hey, can't I even teach my own son a lesson?
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Wright was escorted by the knights to the direction of the dungeon. He did not forget to turn around and said to Mrs. Agnes: "Mother, I can go home next year."
"Oh, oh, oh, my stupid and pitiful son!"
When Witt saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, but letting Witt go home next year was the maximum tolerance, and it was for the sake of Wright's good performance.
"Madam, now you have to admit defeat." Werther said.
"Hmph, I surrender this game!" Mrs. Agnes held up her skirt with both hands, angrily walked to the luxurious carriage and got in. After her servant packed up the utensils, she drove the carriage away.
After Mrs. Agnes left, Werther said loudly to the people present: "I just added garlic and onions to the barbecue. These two foods can be used for cooking. If you want to buy them, you can go to the ranch to find the rancher.
, he will give you a reasonable price, and at the same time, you can plant it in your own fields after buying it."
There was a burst of joyful shouts from the crowd.
At this time, the voice of the parchment sounded in my ears: "The task of promoting garlic and onions has been completed."