Chapter 478: The Classics Established (II)
"Actually, it's not spices. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ infoβ
Xia Yu said calmly.
"It's not spices, what's that?" asked India's Obasang judge.
"Wait!"
So, under the camera, Xia Yu got back to his workbench, brought a box of opened grease, and placed it on the judges' seat.
"It's ......"
Indian Oba Saun picked it up, sniffed it, and showed a hint of shock in his eyes, "This is the balsam oil of cows, pigs and birds!"
"Balsamic oil?"
The other four judges got up one after another and stretched out their fingers in the box, buckled some grease with their fingernails, put them under their noses and sniffed them, and then they all looked strange and stopped talking.
The audience suddenly realized.
They suddenly remembered the picture where Xia Yu specifically asked Chiyo Aichi for materials before, was it just such a box of grease?
"Impossible!"
A voice broke the strange atmosphere of the judges' seat.
Bernard clenched his fists, stepped forward, and said in a low voice: "The balsam oil of cows, pigs and birds, the miscellaneous smell is too strong. This kind of fat is condensed from the fat of 'cow, pig and bird meat', but it is also the same, there is not only a strong smell of lard, but also butter, and even the fragrance and fishiness of bird fat......"
The player wore a microphone, and his words naturally spread throughout the stadium and to thousands of households.
"That's right, the 'balsam oil of cows, pigs and birds', compared to its milk, its blood, its bones, skin and flesh, is a complete waste, and it is very irresponsible to use it for the cooking of high-end dishes without authorization!"
At the guest seat, one of the participating chefs stood up and said loudly.
These words made many chefs nod.
'Cow, pig and bird' is full of treasures, but precisely because its meat is too rich in taste, the meat can be cut, but the condensed animal fat is not easy to do.
Hearing this, even if Dojima Silver was stunned, he hesitated and said, "...... The balsam oil of cows, pigs and birds is used for cooking, and there is really no miscellaneous taste?"
There was a hint of skepticism in his voice.
Nagi Sowei and Nagi Leonora looked at each other.
Zhu Qing's eyes were firmly locked on the young man on the stage, and he never left for a second.
She found out that her good nephew really likes to do things.
However, the smile on the corner of his lips also reflected how much Zhu Qing appreciated and satisfied this nephew.
"There are no useless ingredients, only waste chefs!" she chuckled, and beside her, Erina Nagikiri's face was shocked, and she cast a stunned look at Chef Exotic.
Zhu Qing just blinked, "Isn't it?"
"No useless ingredients, only waste chefs!"
Regarding the doubts in the venue, Xia Yuzui said lightly to the microphone.
Chiyo Aichi covered his mouth and was stunned, but he didn't expect Xia Yu to go back directly like this, and suddenly it attracted more intense scolding.
"Bang!"
Melissa slammed the table and exclaimed, "We are the judges!!"
"No tasting, no voice!
The previous Indian Obasang judge nodded in agreement and said coldly: "I agree with Xia Yu's words, there are no useless ingredients. Today, he told me with a real-life example that 'Balsamic Oil of Cows, Pigs and Birds' can be used in high-end dishes!"
"Miscellaneous smells can be masked or eliminated!"
This judge, word by word.
"Agreed!"
The second handsome middle-aged judge from the United States cleared his throat and said: "Please allow me to praise Xia Yu's dishes with my singing voice, I didn't expect that the debut of the competition would give birth to such a classic dish......"
"Noyce, shut up!"
The first hunchbacked old man scolded, "The tasting session is limited to 15 minutes, and now that 10 minutes have passed, we will taste the dishes of the Bernard contestants next!"
This old man seems to be the field control.
Chiyo Aichi secretly pinched his sweat and hurriedly said, "Yes, judges, please express your opinions on the dishes of the Bernard contestants." β
"Opinion?"
When the judge heard this, he picked up the silver fork and looked down at another plate of French classic 'baked apple with black blood sausage', but he had a similar cold expression.
Including the hunchbacked old man, he didn't think much about getting off the fork.
"I don't want to eat!"
Melissa said dryly, and she apparently knew Bernard, and glanced at him, "Now I just want to reminisce, and to eat other foods is to desecrate the classics...... I'm sorry!"
Bernard was shocked.
Melissa took the lead, and the other four judges were vaguely relieved.
"Taste it, my black sausage!" Bernard disagreed, his eyes quickly engorged and reddened, as if he was following Xia Yu's example, holding a fork and forking a fragrant red sausage, handing it to Melissa's mouth.
Xia Yu saw this coldly, and finally spoke.
"Stop struggling. β
He chuckled, turned back to his workbench, cut a boiled sausage, placed it on a small plate, and handed it to Bernard, "Taste it and you'll know!"
Grunt.
The magical aroma came to the nose, obviously a face of resistance, but Bernard was secretly swallowing saliva and his Adam's apple was stirring.
"Eat!"
After all, his appetite overwhelmed everything, and he held a fork and forked several pieces of tender blood sausage in a row, and sent them into his mouth.
The already bloodshot eyes are even more exaggerated and protruding, and bloodshot is everywhere.
"Why!"
In addition to the inherent dense taste of the blood sausage, Bernard found that the blood sausage tablets in his mouth were still very smooth and naughty to spin around in his mouth, and he heard a string of giggling teasing laughter, and couldn't help but exclaim in annoyance: "Damn!!"
Click!
The teeth pressed down heavily, poof, and a few pieces of blood sausage immediately crumbled in the mouth, and the sliding taste was gone, but Bernard was on the swing, and he was drowning in the surging juice, like a boat holding on to it in a storm.
"I'm not going to lose!"
Bernard cried out in his heart, as if he had won after withstanding the bombardment of this burst of juice.
But he was wrong.
As he chewed, the blood sausage tablets turned into fine food scraps, and at this time, the flavor of the spices hidden in the blood sausage exploded, and Bernard faintly saw every small oily particle, which was wrapped in fragrant balsamic oil, and slid from the mouth into the throat, and then from the throat to the esophagus, all the way through, all the way to render, and the internal organs became colorful.
In an instant, Bernard saw the ultimate door.
No!
Break open an ancient bronze door, and a second, a third......
At last, Bernard felt his soul hang over the ultimate three-tiered heaven, and the melody of heaven permeated him, and a female angel with white wings, walking in a light veil, with a fiery carcass half-hidden, sent him an invitation.
"Do you want to see it? The view of heaven ......"
Thump.
On the real event stage, Bernard slammed his knees on the ground, he tried to keep himself from slipping completely with both hands, but tears were uncontrollably spilling from the corners of his eyes, "This, this is so delicious!"
Chiyo Aichi, who wanted to go up and help him up, was stunned again.
"No miscellaneous smell!"
"Pure, sacred, the taste of heaven!"
"A three-story door that breaks through the extreme, no wonder it is said to be a classic!"
Bernard quickly wiped away his tears and stood up, his eyes were thick with burning heat, and he looked at the young Xia Yu, "This is not my French black blood sausage, nor is it some kind of European black blood sausage, how did you do it?"
Hearing this, Xia Yu laughed and said, "Imitation, you are my imitation object." β
Imitate?
"Impossible!" Bernard snapped back.
"I'm just imitating. β
Xia Yu was speechless, "However, I am imitating and adding my own things, so your recipe is mine from now on." β
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Without bothering with the loser, Xia Yu turned around and raised his voice to the guest seat:
"The guy who just questioned me, come on, you can try it too!"
"You're welcome...... Then, shut up for me!"