When the three judges saw this dish, they had different expressions.

As a proponent of traditional dishes, Natori was quite satisfied with the dish and nodded repeatedly.

From the outside, this dish is very orthodox, and it makes Natori An's heart feel indescribably comfortable, and the sauce and beef, after a long period of boiling, completely release the rich flavor.

The dishes that have been baptized by time and have not been eliminated are the most classic dishes.

This is Natori's motto, and it is also the culinary philosophy that he adheres to.

Claire doesn't care about it, it doesn't matter what kind of food it is, but only if it tastes good.

As for the judges, Ferdinand, the youngest of the three, frowned slightly.

The dish, at least for now, is not as new as he was hoping for. However, there is also an attraction to this dish - the constant aroma from the plate constantly stimulates his taste buds, and he has to swallow his saliva to maintain his handsome image, and at the same time gives him a curiosity about what kind of delicious taste can produce such an attractive aroma.

"This Piedmontese stew of veal shank looks pretty good—why don't we start trying it?" asked Ferdinand.

"Ha, I'm just waiting for your words!" Claire didn't say a word, picked up the spoon, and put the soup into her mouth.

The delicious taste instantly occupied his taste buds, and the strong aroma almost made him unconscious.

This strong fragrance quickly flowed through the body along the blood, and gradually penetrated all parts of the body.

"Delicious!"

Claire clenched her fork and shouted from the depths of her heart.

Zheng Ke's face was all over again, and from Claire's face, he could see that the judge was very satisfied with Mu Jiuzhiyuan's dishes.

Sure enough, Claire commented on the soup he had tried.

"You should use a lot of spices in the soup for this dish, right?" Claire asked Xiang Kikuchien.

"Yes, I used ...... in this dish."

"You used carrots, celery, onions, garlic, tomato paste, spice bunches, pepper, beef stock......"

Claire didn't give Kikuchi Sono fruit a chance to explain, and told the spices he tasted one by one. And he himself, having said these words, also fell into the world of deliciousness.

The people at the scene, including Kikuchi Yuanguo, were all dumbfounded.

It is very difficult to taste the various spices from the soup. But Claire easily identified the spices, so that many people present could see the power of the 'ghost tongue'.

'Prince' Ferdinand picked up a knife, gently cut off a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth. As your teeth chew gently, the rich gravy that flows from the beef merges with the fragrant soup and flows to all corners of your mouth.

The beef leg meat is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, so you don't need to chew it too hard. The tender beef rubbed against his tongue, creating a burst of pleasure that made him almost make a sound. Although the only shred of reason he had left kept him from making a rude move, a soothing voice still came from his nasal cavity.

I thought it was just an ordinary Piedmontese stew with veal shank, but my eyes deceived me that there was no shortage of novelties in this traditional dish. The rich soup sticks firmly to the surface of the beef, and the flavor of the beef is thicker, and this charming aroma completely breaks people's psychological defenses...... You added butter to the soup, right?" Ferdinand looked at Kikuchien in surprise.

Kikuchi Sonogo nodded with a smile.

"No wonder...... Only innovation can give infinite life to cuisine...... There is no doubt that there is innovation in this dish. Ferdinand sighed to himself.

'Stone Buddha' Natori closed his eyes tightly, his cheeks flushed, as if he had stepped into a world full of flowers, a strange fragrance that drew him forward to the ideal place in his heart.

"Laughed!' Stone Buddha laughed!" a spectator screamed loudly, pointing to Natoriyasu.

In the VIP seat, all four people present showed a look of surprise. They know that even some famous chefs who have been famous for a long time may not be able to make Natori Yasu smile, so this dish of Kikuchi Enguo, at least in terms of quality, has no shortcomings. That is to say-

Zheng Ke, it's a little dangerous.

The four of them all looked at Zheng Ke, but saw Zheng Ke with his head down, holding the console with both hands, silent.

"He's not going to give up, is he?" said Kosuke Mizuhara in surprise.

"No, it won't. ”

Ryuichi Shiraishi, Xuanli and Takeshi Ueda said in unison.

Zheng Ke, whom they know, will definitely not give up such a good opportunity.

'Stone Buddha' Natori Ann swallowed the rice in his mouth and looked at the Kikuchi Garden fruit in front of him, "I remember you." ”

"Huh?" Kikuchi's face was stunned, not knowing what Natori meant in his words.

"Whether or not you are a nymphomaniac in risotto depends largely on the cooking of the rice. Some chefs make the main dish delicious, but when it comes to rice, most of them will have rice hearts, and even if a few chefs have successfully handled the rice hearts, it is difficult to adjust the flavor correctly. But with this dish, you did it well.

"The strong aroma of saffron enters the rice along with the deliciousness of the chicken broth. In the process of stir-frying the rice, the chicken broth is added many times, and the rice is full of fragrant flavor. What's even more remarkable is that cheese and beef bone marrow are added to the stir-fry of the rice...... The taste of the rice instantly became thicker. ”

Natori closed his eyes, and the deliciousness of the food continued to hit his heart.

"Is it really that delicious?"

"I don't know...... Looking at the evaluation of the three judges, this dish should be very delicious. ”

"Zheng Ke's situation is terrible now. ”

Hearing the conversation of the audience, Asami looked at Zheng Ke who was standing in front of the operating table. Zheng Ke still lowered his head and held the console, seemingly unaffected.

Zheng Ke......

The host saw that Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo walked down the judges' seat, and Zheng Ke still didn't mean to serve the dishes, so he kindly reminded: "Zheng Ke, next, it's time for the judges to try your food." ”

Zheng Ke bit his lip and looked at the host with a painful expression: "I'm sorry, my leg ...... I'm numb, can you ask the staff to serve my dishes?"

The surrounding audience saw that Zheng Ke had not moved, and thought that he was scared, but they didn't expect that his legs were numb, and they laughed out loud. This Zheng Ke, don't make trouble on such a tense occasion.

However, because of this incident, the atmosphere at the scene was also a lot more relaxed and no longer so depressing.

"Are you alright?" asked Kikuchi Yuanguo kindly.

"I didn't ...... It's good to wait a while, but you may not be able to walk now. Zheng Ke smiled bitterly.