Urban Banished Immortal - Chapter 353

Hearing Pearce's words, Mr. Watson took a step forward, preparing to use a knife and fork placed next to his plate to separate Guo's bad and drunk shrimp. [Eight (one Chinese network

"Huh, this level is still a judge, hey, such a delicious sauce of drunk shrimp is really a waste." Guo Gang didn't speak, holding a wine bottle in his hand, the middle-aged man in a sloppy dress softly Said.

The words of the middle-aged man made Watson a stun, and then looked at the audience. In front of him, this shy middle-aged man made Watson tremble. John Doyle, the only three-star chef of Michelin three years ago, but he did n’t know The reason disappeared in the United States. I didn't expect to meet him here today. How could Watson not know him if others didn't know him?

"Mr. Watson, I didn't expect to recognize me. If you cut the drunk shrimp sauce with your knife and fork directly, it will definitely affect the taste of this dish. If you want to really enjoy the taste of this dish, I Let ’s just let this Chinese chef cook to help you. ”John Doyle said with a smile, and everyone looked at Guo Gang.

Guo Bad held out his thumb to John Doyle, and then a piece of the shell of the Mediterranean lobster just appeared in his hand. He struck the prawn lightningly for more than ten times, and then gently pulled the table. The original drunk shrimp was all intact. Fall apart.

"I am afraid that only you in the entire Hilton Hotel are qualified to taste this drunk shrimp!" Guo said with a smile to John Doyle. "After the chef is over, I hope to talk to the gentleman."

"I'm just a second-rate chef who loses his sense of taste, but today's chef is interesting, haha, I'll come to you when your chef is over." Then, John Doyle sipped into the bottle.

At this time, the eight judges on the jury board looked even uglier. They even thought that if this dish had a taste similar to that of Mark's drunk shrimp just now, he would directly lose Guo bad and see when he could be arrogant.

The eight judges picked up the drunk prawns on the plate and put them in their mouths with a slight disdain.

"I thought it was delicious and the taste was average, compared to Mark ..." A middle-aged man around Watson chewed a piece more disdainfully, but he hadn't finished speaking yet, and he would never give another one. sound.

The other seven judges were not much better than him. Mrs. Susan had stood up excitedly and reached out to grab the remaining drunk shrimp, but at this time Watson had reached out and held a corner of the dinner plate. Don't give up.

"As a judge, I think I need one more piece." Just as Watson and Susan snatched, an old man standing between the two had inserted a fork over a piece of shrimp, and then Susan and Watson It also responded, of course, there were several other judges. After a while, the plate was no longer shrimp, and even one of the judges reached out and wiped the remaining sauce on the plate, sucking his fingers extremely warily.

"I lost, convinced me." Mark saw the scene on the judge's seat, but he still had a hope of turning the plate, but now there are only seven words like this. He is very fortunate that several people tasted their own sauce shrimp first. He Even now, he also thinks that his shrimp paste can definitely enter the Michelin world delicious recipes, but he knows that the drunk shrimp paste made by this Chinese chef is far above his shrimp paste.

"Several people, I believe everyone has reached a conclusion on the two dishes. We will ask the chef to go back and prepare for the third test." Pearce said with a smile, and he naturally knew that the test was worse than Guo. There are still three matches, and he is looking forward to it.

"Abominable Chinese people, David, can't let that Chinese person win the game. Losing money is a trivial matter. If the Hilton Hotel chef loses to a Chinese person, Hilton's face will be lost." The highest level of Hilton Hotel An over half-year-old man shouted into the phone, David, one of the main members of the martial arts group of the official American power group.

"I'm watching the live broadcast. Now that the Hilton Hotel is afraid that it has lost two games, that Chinese person is a follower of the member of the Chinese power group. We can't take a shot now, we can only expect the remaining three chefs to win the next David said with a smile. The thing about your Hilton Hotel is nothing to do with me. The Chinese people have always been mysterious. It's not the time to reveal their identity.

The old man at the top of the Hilton Hotel dropped the wine glass in his hand fiercely, and then dialed another phone. The old man's face looked better.

The third match was Guo Bad against the Italian chef named Hilgai. The two have already started. This time the soup was soup. Hilgai looked at Guo Bad with a smile. He didn't believe anyone in the world would do it. The taste of the soup will taste better than yourself, not to mention that the taste of Chinese people is very different from that of Europe and the United States. This time, they have an absolute advantage.

Guo Bad ’s choice of ingredients is very simple. When he saw Hilgai making seafood soup, Guo Bad was not worried that he would lose. Hua Xia ’s cuisine was extensive and profound. At that time, so many dishes at the full Han table would pay attention to the sequence. The dish is meat, and the next dish will be vegetables or desserts. If you don't even know the principle, it is made with delicious ingredients, and it is not a top chef.

An hour, the largest casino in Las Vegas has changed the odds of Dou Chu to one to three, but there is still a large amount of money coming in from Hua Xia, all pressed on the bet that Hua Xia Shen Chu wins.

"Huh, a group of guys who want money and crazy." The big man at the Las Vegas casino watched Huaxia's chef betting more and more, squinting and saying, just now he received a call from the owner of the Hilton Hotel, in his heart Already there is a way, the dead can't complete the fight.

For an hour and a half, Hilgai ’s Jiubao Seafood Soup was brought to the judges. Pilcadero squinted and looked at the seafood soup in front of him. He is not going down now, nor is he sitting here, but he ca n’t leave now. If he left, it would really be like Xiao Lingmo said. He is just a tailor, and it has a great influence not only on himself but also on the Peel family's brand.

"Although I don't know which chef the soup came from, I still want to try it." No one said anything, and Pircadero said with a smile, he had already filled a small bowl, and then the other eight judges They are also a bit flourishing.

"It's delicious. It's really delicious. This soup has at least seven kinds of rare ingredients, and the flavors are blended with each other and delicious." Pilcadero said, and he took another bowl, but look at the other eight The judges, Cardello's face suddenly became overcast, aren't these people drinking something different from themselves? How could they look like this.

"Mrs. Susan, Mr. Watson, don't you want to comment on this delicious food?" Pells whispered.

"I think we should first taste the soup of another chef before making a conclusion." Mr. Watson stood up and said softly, he drank this soup, delicious? It really couldn't be talked about, and even made him feel that it was difficult to swallow. He glanced at Mrs. Susan as if she felt like herself and frowned.

"Damn, it must be the drunk shrimp in the sauce. How can I forget this." Hillgay calmly calmed down and patted his head fiercely.