In front of each of the three judges, a goblet and transparent glass set off the color of the dessert.

The thick fuchsia sauce, at the bottom of the goblet, gives a sweet feeling, while above the sauce, there is an equally fuchsia jelly, soft and elastic. The purple-red grapes have been delicately carved with a kitchen knife, and the light red flesh of the grapes is exposed, and the unpeeled parts of the grapes outline a simple pattern, and the emerald green fine-leaved celery is sprinkled on the surface of the jelly, adding a touch of freshness to this sweet liquid.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Yes, this dessert is not surrounded by white cream and yellow eggs like other dishes, but it is a different way, and the whole dish looks crisp and simple, not as rich as other desserts. ”

"In particular, the use of transparent goblets shows the inner structure of the desserts, and what is even more commendable is that this unique utensil gives the whole dish a unique sense of delicacy......

"Mystical purple with a crystal clear goblet...... This dish expresses its unique charm from various angles. It's not just a dish, it's a work of art!"

The audience outside the villa let out an exclamation.

Kyotake Kawaguchi looked at the big screen in surprise, although there are various shapes of desserts, but it is indeed not very common to have a dessert like this wrapped in a goblet. At the moment when desserts appeared in everyone's field of vision, nobility and elegance have almost become synonymous with it.

Sure enough, as Mr. Nakamura said, this dessert really has its own uniqueness.

The most calm of these visitors was Nakamura, who did intrigue him at first sight, but it didn't last long, and he disassembled the ingredients for the dish and lay down on the deck chair.

Although he didn't taste the sweetness of the dish himself, he was able to deduce the taste of the whole dish, which was fresh but not a classic. There is still a big gap with the real food in his heart.

After a brief moment of surprise, Booker, as a bridge of communication between the referee and Katagiri, quickly came to his senses and looked at the confident Katagiri Hiroshi, "Excuse me, what's the name of this dish?"

"Kyoho grape jelly. Katagiri said with a chuckle.

Booker translated the name of the dish to the Lancel brothers, and the two of them nodded that they already knew.

Kyoho grape is a grape native to Japan, and it is juicy and tender. The idea of making a Western-style dessert with such a local Japanese ingredient was enough to impress the three judges with Kyotake Kawaguchi.

"So, brother, Mr. Booker, let's start tasting?" Evander suggested with a raised hand, his eyes fixed on the Jufeng grape jelly.

How could such a tempting dish not arouse his interest?

"Well, let's try it now!" Booker picked up a small steel spoon and gently peeled the grapes and celery and cut effortlessly into the jelly.

The purple-red flesh, shaking at the tip of the spoon, and the crystal clear jelly exudes an irresistible temptation.

No, I can't stand it!

Booker couldn't hold on any longer, and put the jelly on the spoon into his mouth.

Then, the moment the tip of his tongue touched the jelly, the soft touch almost melted his tongue. Jelly is like a dancer who thinks it is smart, dancing on the tongue, and after rubbing, the pleasure brought by it makes Brown's consciousness gradually blur.

The sweet smell reverberates between the mouth and the nose as the teeth chew.

It's delicious!

At this moment, Booker thought that he was a ballet dancer, putting on ballet shoes, white tights, and a white dress, dancing on the smooth ground.

This heartfelt pleasure emanates endlessly.

Booker is not the only one who resonates with his heart, and Joshua also frowned after tasting it.

The flesh of the Kyoho grape is mixed with the jelly, and after chewing, the delicious and sweet flavor spreads out in the cavity. After chewing, the jelly becomes finely crushed jelly grains, constantly rubbing the tongue coating and the flesh of the mouth wall, and the taste of Kyoho grapes is transmitted to all parts of the body along the nerves.

Joshua's cheeks flushed, and she tried to enjoy the impact of the food.

Evander looked stretched, leaning back on the seat, the fuchsia flesh and fuchsia sauce blending one after another, violently hitting his nerves.

If jelly won over Joshua and Booker with its elastic texture and sweet taste, then what made Evend lose in the deliciousness was the rich and fragrant sauce.

After taking a bite into the jelly, the flavor of the sauce lingers on the taste buds, and the light rum mixed in the sauce is fragrant and fragrant, making people linger, mellow eggs and rich milk, blended with the rum, with the sweet and elastic food, causing a fatal blow and making people fall into the cage of deliciousness.

The three judges looked at Hiroshi Katagiri in front of them, and their hearts were full of doubts. In the last week, there were many times when he had a Western dish, but back to this dish, it was almost flawless.

Can seven days really work miracles?

The three of them thought about it in unison.

Absolon looked at the TV, his whole body was like a frosted eggplant, and he had lost his spirit.

"Katagiri's dish is really outstanding! The appearance is eye-catching, and the workmanship is very good. "Absolon was completely out of his mind.

I have to say that this trip to Japan hit him deeply.

Zheng Ke's dessert is said to have reached a very high level after being tasted by Catherine and Akane Kubo Momo. He knew that Zheng Ke was very talented in cooking, and Zheng Ke was very hardworking, so he reluctantly accepted this statement.

But what's going on with Hiro Katagiri? Why can a person who doesn't have a very good foundation in Western food make this level of cooking?

Just when Absolon was secretly complaining, Zheng Ke, the only focus of the arena at the moment, also began his finishing work.

He opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes that had been frozen from it, poured them all into the iron basin, then took out the mold placed in the oven, quickly put it into the ice cubes, and a large amount of vapor rose.

After doing all this, Zheng Ke took out three shallow plates, poured some sauce into them, and quietly waited for the mold to cool down.

Catherine's eyes were fixed on Zheng Ke, and her clenched little fists lost their blood color because they were too hard. This game is even more tense than when she participates in person.