Chapter 704: Omelet Rice (Part II)

The judges tasted Jiro Ida's 'omelet rice', and they all showed intoxication and unfinished looks.

After waiting another three or four minutes, Jerram, Mexico, finished his meal.

The beef strips are marinated, stir-fried with onions, and finished with a special sauce and topped with red chilies. It is a good interpretation of the 'sour and spicy' characteristics of Mexican cuisine.

Beef strips are served with pan-fried tortillas. The pancakes are fragrant and tender, with the flavor of chili pepper and lemon, giving a great impact to the taste buds.

Although the judges were satisfied with Jeram's dishes, they were far from being as highly rated as Jiro Ida's 'omelet rice'.

As expected, Jiro Ida won the final round of the qualifiers for the God of Chef Contest with this special 'omelet rice' and successfully entered the next round.

Jiro Ida packed up his tools and walked out of the door, where Ida Huaishu and Liu Mang were already waiting outside.

"Father, why are you here?" Seeing Ida Huaishu, Jiro Ida couldn't help but show a restrained look on his face.

"Good job!" Ida walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah, father, were you there just now?"

"Well, I'm here. Ida Huaishu nodded: "Jiro, this kind of omelet rice is very good, it must have taken you a lot of thought." ”

"Father, didn't you teach me this method?" said Jiro Ida in surprise.

"When did I teach you?" Ida Huaishu's eyes widened.

"Father, do you remember the first time I was allowed to cook on my own when I was twenty years old?"

"When you were twenty years old? It's too long ago for me to remember. Ida thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I remember the first time I made a dish was an 'omelet rice', but when I was ready and waiting for you to taste it, a customer came. By the time you're done, the eggs on the omelet are cold, but you're just as happy. ”

"Really?"

"At that time, I said, 'Father, can you improve this 'omelet rice' so that the eggs can be kept at a certain temperature? ”

Speaking of this, Jiro Ida laughed: "I've been thinking about it since then, thinking about it." I've tried before, but they've all failed. Because it is a very big problem to keep the temperature inside the omelette that is spread out into a round. It wasn't until some time ago that I thought that adding milk to the egg liquid would not only give the egg a milky aroma, but also make it more tender. If you fry it in a round shape, it will keep it at a certain temperature, and even if you eat it after a while, the texture will not change......

"You have a heart, it's hard for you to remember it all the time. After listening to Jiro Ida's narration, Ida Huaishu had a complicated expression on his face.

After being silent for a while, he patted Jiro Ida on the shoulder again: "Actually, that time, I really just said it casually, and I never thought it would be done." I've been too you over the years. After the Chef Competition, you can come back to your family shop to help. ”

"Really, father?" said Jiro Ida.

When Jiro Ida was thirty years old, Ida Huaishu gave him a sum of money and asked him to go on a solo adventure. It has always been his hope to return to his father to learn cooking, but he didn't expect to finally get his wish today.

"Of course it's true. ”

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"Lao Liu, the list of duels for the next round is out. Saying goodbye to the two fathers and sons, Liu Mang and they returned to the hotel, Lin Xiao couldn't wait to come to the table and turn on the laptop.

"Master Lin, no, why are there so many more people, and none of these people have appeared in the qualifiers?" Shan Jian looked at the list and asked.

"You didn't read the rules carefully. The qualifiers are only to select the rookie contestants who are eligible to participate this year, and the old people who have participated in the Chef Contest and entered the top 30 can directly enter the next round without pre-emptive. ”

"I wondered why Gordon Ramsay, Barsad, didn't come. Shan Jian suddenly realized.

"I'll take a look at Ha to see who Lao Liu's opponent is in this round, and whether he can get off to a good start. Lin Xiao rubbed his hands and slid the mouse.

"Found it. When Lin Xiao found Liu Mang's name among the many names, he couldn't help but laugh wildly when he looked at his opponent again.

"Haha, the sky has eyes, it's really Mark Boris!"

"Wouldn't it, is it so coincidental?" Liu Mang, who was holding a cup and drinking tea on the coffee table next to He Donglin, walked over: "It's really, this is interesting." ”

"By the way, are the rules for the next round the same as for the qualifiers?" asked Liu Mang.

"I don't know, the rules are all specified by the organizing committee, and they are strictly confidential, and they are not revealed until the last minute, because I am afraid that some players will take advantage of the loopholes in the rules. ”

"If he is eliminated in the preliminary round, Mr. Boris's face will be ugly. Lin Xiaomei said.

"This Boris does have a level, plus most of the judges are Westerners, and they have their fixed preferences for taste, so they still can't be careless. ”

Last time Boris's qualifiers, Liu Mang also went to watch. Although he has never tasted it, Boris is enough to call him an opponent with his ice sculpture and the skill of cooking beef at 85 degrees.

"I'm afraid of Mao, Boris's ice carving technique is certainly surprising in the eyes of those foreigners, but for us Chinese chefs, it is not worth mentioning at all, hanging him every minute. Lin Xiao pursed his lips and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Is the list of all the contestants out?" Liu Mang moved a chair and leaned towards Lin Xiao's side.

"Well, it's all out. The organizing committee is still relatively fair, in addition to the qualifiers, even if it is the champion of the previous session, it has to be compared with the past. ”

"There are a lot of acquaintances!" Lin Xiao looked at the list and said.

"Are there no Koreans?" In fact, from the beginning of the competition, Liu Mang was a little strange, with the character of Koreans, there is no reason not to send people to such a world event.

"There is a Korean-American who learns Western food, but there is no Korean home. Lin Xiao looked disdainful: "To be honest, what kind of food does Korea have? instant noodles or kimchi? Dog meat is not bad, but foreigners admit it at all." ”

"After the preliminary round, it's the group stage, then the semi-finals, the finals. Two months is almost there. Liu Mang pondered.

The closer he got to his goal, the more nervous he became, as if there was a string in his head that kept tightening.

Although Liu Mang also knew that this state was not good and affected his performance, he couldn't control it, because this competition was too important to him.