"I throw in the towel!"

After saying in a serious tone, Maas slipped the microphone into the stunned hostess's hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chiyo Aichi, one of Neon's top professional food hosts, barely reacted, and asked with a hint of trilling: "Chef Maas, are you—are you sure?"

"Admitting defeat is regarded as defeat......"

"It's a defeat that skips the judging and voting!"

She finally came back to her senses as she spoke, and her pretty face was full of seriousness.

"Yes, I throw in the towel!"

Maas repeated.

It was only at this time that the audience reacted, and the exclamation was almost about to lift the dome of the venue, and the seats were chaotic into a vegetable market, even the professional chefs in the guest seats were incredible, arguing loudly.

In the background of Yuanyue, Zhu Qing, Dojima Gin, Caiba Castle Ichiro and others were stunned.

The backstage of the Orlando team.

The giant Tisani just stared at the egg wash bowl in the picture.

Elizabeth covered her face and fell on the sofa, shouting, "Uncle Maas, what are you doing!"

She was puzzled.

"Even if you lose, wait for the judges to vote!

The team's No. 1 special chef Madeleine and No. 2 special chef Leon had solemn expressions.

"No!"

Madeleine shook her head and said: "Mas is prouder than anyone else in his heart, and he takes the initiative to admit defeat, which means ...... He doesn't have the slightest chance of winning!"

The woman accentuated her tone.

The dreadlocked-in Danish chef Leon muffled, "Madeleine is right!"

"Well, then, what makes Maas desperate?" said Elizabeth, biting her lip, "he used forbidden ingredients, and Uncle Mas came up with his strongest forbidden recipe...... At the very least, it's a close match!"

At this time, the Lin giant Emperor Sani slowly shook his head and spoke.

"The egg wash in that bowl...... It's weird!"

"What's that egg wash?"

At the same time, in the guest seat, Lei Zhe, a research magnate, stood up and stared at the cooking table surrounded by the judges with his eyes wide open.

The ghost father Nagi cut thistle couldn't calm down either, and also stood up.

"How is that possible!!!

As a well-known figure in the American food industry and the backbone of the 'food club', Nagi Cuttle has dealt with him a lot, and he has even seen Maas's forbidden dishes with his own eyes.

It can be said that Maas got serious and took out the forbidden dishes, and the naginata thistle should also be treated with caution, otherwise it will overturn at any time. After all, at the same level of the peak of special chefs, no one has taken a key step, and the impact of cooking skills on the success or failure of the chef has been infinitely reduced, but the ingredients have become more and more important.

Could it be......

The heart suddenly contracted.

Nagi cut thistle followed Lei Zhe's gaze, and stared at the bowl with the egg mixture.

"Chef Maas, can you talk about why you threw in the towel?"

Chiyo Aichi asked, and the riot at the venue disappeared in just a few seconds, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

"Inferior ingredients can't make delicious food!"

Maas calmly stared at the camera, and the first thing he said was the wise quote of French cuisine.

"As we all know, French cuisine, or Western food, attaches great importance to the use of ingredients...... "In the big showdown that is not about the imprint of the chef, but about the ingredients, I lost the ingredients, and the gap was very large, so my dishes naturally lost." ”

"Chef Xia and I are both at the top of the super-grade, and in terms of cooking techniques, or cooking skills, we have our own strengths and weaknesses, so ingredients are the key to success!"

"Oh, at our level, no one will stupidly pile up useless ingredients, but all the ingredients used are a combination of 'control' and 'use'......"

At this point, Maas stared deeply into the camera.

His words were so straightforward that the audience understood them.

Rumble.

But the scene was fried because of this, and it became a pot of porridge again.

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

The defeat of ingredients!

"But, Chef Komas, you used two fantasy ingredients, one forbidden ingredient, right?" Chiyo Aichi stammered.

"Yes, 'Rose Mushroom' and 'Golden Salmon Roe' are fantasy ingredients!"

"The flesh of the flaming horse is a forbidden ingredient!"

Mastan said frankly, laughing at himself and laughing, "Hmm...... Doesn't that seem gorgeous? But Chef Xia can crush my dishes with just 'jewel meat' and that kind of egg dipping sauce!"

"Whether it's 'White-haired Sinderella Beef' or 'Five-Headed Bird's Meat', they are superfluous in my opinion...... I wouldn't stand a chance without them!" he shook his head and laughed at himself.

"Chef Maas, you're wrong!"

A voice interjected coldly.

The French judge pulled his tie and stepped forward, his mouth to the miniature microphone hanging on the neckline, and said: "This is a barbecue feast, and the other two kinds of meat are missing, which is the single interpretation of gem meat." ”

"Ah, if I didn't have the other two kinds of meat, I'd be crazy!"

Melissa stretched her arms, touched her little belly covered by the red dress, and said with satisfaction: "After eating the remaining two kinds of barbecue, my appetite has been satisfied!"

"Ahem!"

The other three judges, a Persian beauty, a North American cowboy, and a middle-aged man in a kimono, also stepped forward and appeared in the camera.

However, Chef Maas was right, his defeat was actually crushed by the ingredients. North American cowboy Noyce wiped the sweat from his forehead and put on a brown cowboy hat, "In terms of cooking skills, there are no details to comment on, and the seasonings used in the barbecue are only sea salt and pepper granules, striving to maintain the original ......flavor of the meat."

"That's not right!"

The judge in the kimono shook his head and said, "There are still a lot of ...... in the details that can be said."

The middle-aged man looked at Xia Yu calmly.

"Chef Xia, can you tell me any special method you used when dealing with the 'Meat of the Five-Headed Bird'? Why is this kind of fantasy meat that is so remote and unpopular that few chefs notice, it is so soft and delicious without being stewed, just grilled!"

"Actually, it's like beef stew. ”

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

"Demo?"

Xia Yu scratched the tip of his nose and thought that there were still some ingredients in the ingredient box, so he readily agreed.

He went back to the cooking table and fetched a piece of 'meat of the five-headed bird'.

The camera gives a close-up, the whole piece of bird meat is dark red, when Xia Yu put the bird meat on the cutting board, he deliberately demonstrated, the bird meat and the cutting board collided, it was like a stone hitting wood, there was a banging sound.

"First of all, it is to use the strength of the muscles to beat it repeatedly, so that the fibers in the meat are broken......," Xia Yu said, rolling up the sleeves of his chef's uniform, his face unchanged, and swinging his fist at the hard meat on the cutting board.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Listening to the dull voice, Xia Yu obviously used a lot of strength, and after a few minutes, he took a step back with his fist, signaling Chiyo Aichi to step forward and let the camera closer.

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

She pursed her lips, "Can I try?"

"Please—"

So the hostess frowned and shook her fist, smashed it down, and then snorted in pain, looked back at the camera with teary eyes, and the little pink fist moved over, and the delicate fist in the picture was already red and swollen.

Suddenly, countless people watched the picture and took a cool breath, and had an intuitive understanding of the "hardness" of the five-headed bird meat.

"I forgot to remind you to tap. Xia Yu is funny.

The hostess cast a resentful look.

"Such hard meat, cut with such a knife?" she then asked, the judges were like diners watching, and Mas was also a member of the onlookers, and everyone watched Xia Yu explain with relish.

"That's a good question!"

Xia Yu opened the kitchenware box, took out an ice blade, bared his teeth and smiled: "This knife is a secret!"

"Huh?"

The hostess tilted her head.

The young chef adjusted his breathing, took a slight heaviness, contracted his lower abdomen, and pinched the small and sharp [Broken Jade Knife] in his right hand, only listening to the sneer, in the shot, there was only a little fluttering silver light, and nothing seemed to have happened.

After a full three or four minutes, Xia Yu stopped, took a step back with his knife, and smiled and motioned to the hostess to see how the bird meat was different.

"Doesn't seem to have changed......"

Chiyo Aichi whispered in amazement, her white palm touching the dark red bird's flesh, and suddenly, she finally touched a small incision that was easy to ignore, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

So, the hostess excitedly waves to the camera to bring the camera closer, and she curls the bird's meat, exposing a small knife edge to the camera.

The knife edge is subtle, but deep enough.

What's even more rare is that the knife edge is distributed along the texture of the bird's meat, and each knife is very precise, clean and neat, and the meat quality is avoided to the greatest extent during the processing process.

"W-How many knives are there?"

In the shot, a whole side of dark red bird meat is full of knife edges, and the audience inhales cool air, but they didn't expect Xia Yu to soften a piece of bird meat with knife skills in just a few minutes.

"Probably, 218 dollars. Xia Yu wasn't so sure.