After Tennessee stepped down, the ring on Kaohsiung's side was also deserted, not that Kaohsiung's cooking skills were so good that they couldn't be defeated, just because the challenger kitchen table over there was too terrifying!

Tennessee is obviously not the type of ship lady like Yat-sen, and she can remember that she was very careful to put the dying live cow out of the ring when she was cooking barbecue. www.biquge.info As for letting her clean up the blood that is flying everywhere, it is a little too reluctant for her.

The queen who was originally knitting sweaters offstage saw Yat-sen go to the prestige and Fusang wanted to intervene when he was on the stage of Veneto, but in the end he was successfully persuaded to retire by the mess left by Tennessee, who took the lead in the first step.

The reason why she didn't go on stage was very simple: first, because she felt that she was tarnishing the beautiful thing of cooking, and second, because she was afraid that the blood stains that were splashing everywhere would stain her handmade sweater, and those blood stains would be too troublesome to clean.

"The concubine doesn't want to be defiled by this kind of dirty thing!" Just like using those old sauces, Kaohsiung's desire for victory is far greater than the so-called fairness, and if the blood stains on that machine can persuade those difficult ship girls to remove, she will not take the initiative to wipe down the kitchen counter over there.

It's just that I didn't expect that the prestige of wiping the tableware leisurely at this time turned around, bowed to Kaohsiung, and then said: "Miss Kaohsiung, Miss Tianhou, please don't worry, I'm almost over here, I'll help you clean up the kitchen later." ”

Although the prestige still insists on her position, she still wants the diva who is proficient in cooking to participate in the follow-up competition more than that Kaohsiung. So on the premise of not disobeying the master's orders, she spoke out and made suggestions.

"That's... Thank you, prestige. "It's hard for Kaohsiung to refuse a request for prestige, everyone is a sister in Minato, and although she really wants to go to Ryukyu for a vacation with the Admiral, she can't do it if she wants to hurt the harmony of her sisters for this wish.

After Prestige bowed to Kaohsiung, she turned around and saluted Yi Xian before asking, "Miss Yi Xian, your pie should have been completed, right?

"No problem, the concubine's cooking is finished!" Yixian said as he put on his gloves and took out his Stargazing Starry Sky pie from the oven, then walked to Prestige and put the fragrant and full-shaped pie on the table, and asked a little strangely: "Prestige, Concubine remembers that your cooking should have been in the oven at about the same time as mine, isn't it okay?"

Listening to Yat Immortal's question, Prestige just shook his head: "Because the ingredients are a little different, the baking temperature and time are also a little different. ”

Yat-sen couldn't help but chuckle in her heart after listening to the prestige explanation, she asked herself if she was definitely not inferior if she simply competed in cooking, but what she was most worried about was the understanding and function of the ingredients.

It's rare in this place that there is no good bacon, and the bacons made by the goblins are too ordinary, and it is too child's fun to think about it to deal with the cooking competition with prestige. Therefore, Yatsen had to face the choice of revising the recipe through his understanding of the dishes.

But Yat Sen's biggest concern came up, the prestige of the Stargazing Sect that understood more deeply was different from her approach, and it was very different from the roasting time alone.

Thinking of it, Yixian exhaled lightly, lowered his head and calmed down his emotions a little, then raised his head and looked at the prestige and said, "Please taste the concubine's interpretation of the Starry Sky Sect?"

Yat-sen's dishes are as traditional and beautiful as her people, the head and tail of the fish are neatly aligned, like a whole sardine buried in the pie, and the golden pie skin swells like golden waves, making the "dark cuisine" less visually impactful and more charming.

In addition, the rich spice flavor, greasy meat aroma, light onion aroma and the burnt aroma of seafood emanating from the fish head are mixed together and continue to radiate through the mouth of the fish head, which is even more mouth-watering.

Prestige dug a deep spoonful with a spoon, and then didn't remember to put it in his mouth but observed, "Miss Yat-sen's British cuisine is really perfect, whether it is fish or pie skin, it is perfectly done!" After complimenting Yat-sen, Prestige took a small bite and ate all the pie in the spoon, and then raised his eyebrows and praised Yat-sen, "Especially the bacon and onion stewed potatoes in the middle, milk and meat oil perfectly make up for the lack of taste in the whole pie." ”

Saying that, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yat Xian, who was standing in front of him and was obviously relieved, "I actually chose the latter correctly between texture and taste." Miss Yat-sen's understanding and intuition about ingredients is truly amazing. ”

After listening to the prestigious, although Yatsen's mood calmed down a lot, she was even less sure about winning, and she knew very well that the "perfection" she had achieved was only to restore the perfection of the classic recipe. But the prestige she changed the recipe!

"Prestige, is your stargazing party ready?"

"It's about the same time. Prestige looked at the time for a moment, then turned off the oven and took out his pie.

Yat-sen saw the difference at a glance, and the small pie had a huge fish head inserted into it, not the traditional English sardines or herring, but the mackerel that is common in this area! Not only that, but the spice flavor of the prestigious pie was not only stronger, but also a fruity aroma similar to apples.

"You use mackerel?" Yixian looked at Prestige in surprise, she was much more familiar with this kind of thing than Prestige, and naturally knew the advantages and disadvantages of mackerel, "Even spices can't get rid of the fishiness of mackerel, right?"

"Spices can't, but onions and vinegar can!" Prestige put the pie in front of Yat-sen, "Please try it?

Yat-sen looked at her confident prestige, she reached out and took the small spoon and ate the pie one bite at a time, and only after the place where the spoon was moved was pressed by her, Yat-sen stopped and nodded a little abruptly, "No wonder you finished preparing the first layer of pie so early...... It turned out to be vinegar!"

Prestige nodded: "Mackerel with less bones and fresh meat is the most suitable for fish dishes, but it is precisely because the meat is too fatty that most of them will feel fishy when eating, so I marinated mackerel with apple cider vinegar, and made the pie crust in advance so that the cooled pie crust can withstand the acidic corrosion of mackerel with apple cider vinegar." ”

"It's not just that, isn't it?" Yixian sighed, "This time it's the concubine who loses." Can you tell the concubine the secret of this dish? Mr. is from Jiangnan, and if he wants to come to the concubine, this Mr. Mackerel must be happy!"

"There's no secret. Prestige shook his head, and while placing two portions of the dishes that had just been wiped clean on the plate, he explained to Yat-sen, "The faint sour smell of apple cider vinegar can wash away the fishiness of the mackerel, and in turn, the fat jelly of the mackerel can also relieve the sourness of apple cider vinegar." So instead of bacon, I put fried fish skin and fish jelly in braised potatoes with fresh milk. ”

"It's true that the concubine lost. Yat-sen said and shook his head, "I lost to you both in terms of craftsmanship and intentions." Prestige: You came up with this dish with your husband's taste in mind, right?"

Prestige bowed to Yat-sen, but didn't answer her question for a long time, but politely said goodbye, picked up the plate and walked off the stage, distributing the pie the two of them made to the onlookers.

After putting the dinner plate on the stage, Prestige responded to the praise of the ship girls around her with a heroic smile, and at the same time went to the ring in Kaohsiung to help her clean up the mess left there in Tennessee.

The heroic head maid solved all the problems perfectly, but unfortunately those challengers hesitated again in front of the ring in Kaohsiung. After the queen left early, except for Yixian and Fusang, who are still on Veneto's side, and the reputation of the maid who can never see the depth, there is no one who can crush Kaohsiung in terms of cooking skills.

And once they are caught in a protracted battle of equal strength when challenging Kaohsiung, as the sun goes down little by little, the challenger's situation will become more and more dangerous. After all, Kaohsiung's victory rate by poisoning the challenger at night is 100 percent.

As the sky gradually darkened, the ship girls did not disperse much, and the prestige received several challenges one after another. Kaohsiung leisurely practiced on stage the dance he was going to dance for the Admiral to show on vacation. London had already left her ring early, only to put up a wooden sign representing her challenge and the address of the room she was living in.

The challenges in the three rings seemed to be coming to an end, but Veneto's ring Fuso was still standing there, looking at Veneto, who was standing on a small wooden bench carefully slicing the meat, while handling the cold slices in his hand in the same way.

Finally around the bib, Veneto couldn't bear to stop what she was doing, she took off her white chef's gloves, then jumped off the small bench, walked to the center of the ring, pointed at Fuso and asked, "Hey, Fuso, are you looking for fault?"

"Why do you think that, Miss Veneto?"

"I make pudding, you make pudding, I make cakes, you make cakes, I make cold cuts, you make cold cuts, I respect you for being the seniors of Minato, but don't you take yourself too seriously?" said Veneto and stepped forward and tiptoed off the cold cut meat in front of Fuso, "If you want to find fault, just say it!"

"It's just that no matter how much I cook my own food, I will not be able to deliver it to the Admiral because of all kinds of misfortunes, so I try my best to learn the dishes of the other ladies, thinking that there will always be some dishes that will not be affected by my misfortunes. Fuso said, putting his hands on his lower abdomen, closing his eyes, and bending his chin to salute, "I'm so sorry, Miss Veneto." ”

"That's your problem! it's not mine!" said Veneto, walking back to her place, stepping back on the small bench and turning to Fuso, "Since you're so uninteresting, let me show you the pasta cuisine you'll never learn!