Hearing Pelce's words, Mr. Watson stepped forward and prepared to use the knife and fork next to his plate to separate the drunken shrimp made by Guo Bad. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hmph, this level is still a judge, hey, it's a waste to have such a delicious dish of drunken shrimp with sauce." Guo Bad didn't speak, and a middle-aged man in sloppy clothes with a wine bottle in his hand in the audience said softly.

The middle-aged man's words made Watson stunned for a moment, and then looked at the audience, the sloppy middle-aged man in front of him made Watson's whole body tremble, John Doyle, the only super three-star chef in Michelin three years ago, and then disappeared in the United States for unknown reasons, I didn't expect to meet him here today, others don't know him, how could Watson not know him.

"Mr. Watson, I didn't expect to be able to recognize me, if you directly use the knife and fork in your hand to cut this sauce drunk shrimp, it will definitely affect the taste of this dish, if you want to really enjoy the deliciousness of this dish, I think it is better to let this Chinese chef help you." John Doyle said with a smile, and everyone's eyes fell on Guo Bad.

Guo Bad stretched out his thumb to John Doyle, and then a piece of the shell of the Mediterranean lobster just now appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the prawn more than ten times like lightning, and then gently pulled the table, and all the originally intact drunken shrimp were scattered.

"I'm afraid that you are the only one in the entire Hilton Hotel who is qualified to taste this sauce drunk shrimp!" Guo said to John Doyle with a bad smile, "When the kitchen is over, I hope to talk to Mr." ”

"I'm just a second-rate chef who has lost his sense of taste, but today's fighting kitchen is interesting, haha, I'll come to you when you're done cooking." As he spoke, John Doyle took a big sip of the bottle.

At this time, the faces of the eight judges on the judges' bench became even more ugly, and they even thought that if this dish tasted similar to Mark's drunken shrimp just now, they would directly judge Guo Bad to see how long he could be arrogant.

The eight judges picked up the sauce drunk shrimp on the plate and put it in their mouths with a hint of disdain.

"I thought it was delicious, and the taste was average, 。。。。。。 than Mark." A middle-aged man beside Watson chewed a piece and said even more disdainfully, but before he finished speaking, he couldn't make a sound.

The other seven judges were not much better than him, and Mrs. Susan had already stood up excitedly, and reached out to grab the rest of the sauce drunk shrimp, but by this time Watson had already reached out and grabbed a corner of the plate, and the two did not give in to each other.

"As a judge, I think I need to eat another piece." Just as Watson and Susan were snatching, an old man standing between the two had already stuck a fork on top of a piece of shrimp, and then Susan and Watson also reacted, and of course there were several other judges, and after a while, there was no shrimp meat on the plate, and even one of the judges reached out and wiped the remaining sauce from the plate, and sucked his fingers extremely obscenely.

"I lost, convinced." When Mark saw the scene on the judges' bench, he originally had a glimmer of hope for a turnaround, but now there are only seven words, he is very glad that a few people tasted his sauce shrimp first, and he still thinks that his sauce shrimp can definitely enter the Michelin world's delicious recipes, but he knows that the sauce drunk shrimp made by this Chinese chef is far above his own sauce shrimp.

"A few people, I believe everyone has already made a decision on the two dishes in their hearts, so we will ask the chef to go back first and prepare for the third competition." Pelce said with a smile, he naturally knew that Guo won this competition, and there were three more competitions, and he was looking forward to it more and more.

"Damn Huaxia people, David, you can't let that Huaxia person win the game, losing money is a trivial matter, if the chef of the Hilton Hotel loses to a Chinese, Hilton's face will be lost." On the top floor of the Hilton Hotel, an old man over half a hundred years old shouted loudly into the phone, one of the main members of the martial arts meeting of the official American Ability Group on the other side of the phone, David.

"I'm watching the live broadcast, now the Hilton Hotel is afraid that it has lost two games, that Huaxia man is an entourage of the members of the Huaxia Ability Group, we can't make rash moves now, we can only expect the remaining three chefs to win the next one." David said with a smile, what does it matter to me about your Hilton Hotel, Huaxia people have always been mysterious, and now is not the time to reveal their identity.

The old man at the top of the Hilton Hotel slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and then dialed another phone, and the old man's face looked a little better.

The third competition is Guo Bad vs. the Italian chef named Hilge, the two have already started, this time the competition is soup, Hilgai looked at Guo Bad with a smile, he doesn't believe that anyone in the world will make soup that tastes better than himself, not to mention that the taste of Chinese people is very different from that of Europe and the United States, and this time he has an absolute advantage.

Guo Bad's choice of ingredients is very simple, when he saw Hilgai making seafood soup, Guo Bad was not worried that he would lose at all, the Chinese cuisine is broad and profound, so many dishes in the Manchu and Han Dynasty will pay attention to the order, the last dish is meat, the next dish will be vegetables or desserts, if you don't even know this principle, it is to make delicious ingredients, and you are not a top chef.

In an hour, the largest casino in Las Vegas had changed the odds of Dou Chef to three to one, but there was still a large amount of money coming in from Huaxia, all of which was pressed on the bet that Huaxia Shenchu won.

"Hmph, a bunch of guys who want to go crazy for money." The boss of the Las Vegas casino looked at the more and more bets of Huaxia Chef, squinted his eyes and said, just now he received a call from the owner of the Hilton Hotel, and he already had a way in his heart, and the dead man could not complete the kitchen.

In an hour and a half, Hilgai's Jiubao seafood soup was served in front of the judges, Piercadero squinted at the seafood soup in front of him, he is not going down now, he is not sitting here, but he can't go now, if he goes, it will be really like Xiao Lingmo said, he is just a tailor, not only for himself, but also for the brand of the Peel family.

"I don't know which chef this soup came from, but I still want to try it." No one spoke, and Piercadero said with a smile that he had already filled a small bowl, followed by the other eight judges.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious, this soup has at least seven kinds of rare ingredients added to it, and the flavors are blended with each other, and it's delicious." Pierre Cardeiro said, he served another bowl, but looking at the other eight judges, Cadero's face suddenly darkened, could it be that these people drink different things from themselves? How could they be such expressions.

"Mrs. Susan, Mr. Watson, don't you want to comment on this delicacy?" Peer asked quietly.

"I guess we'll have to finish the other chef's soup before we make a decision." Mr. Watson stood up and whispered, he drank this soup, delicious? It really couldn't be talked about, and it even made him feel like he couldn't swallow it, and he looked at Lady Susan as if she felt the same as himself, and his brow furrowed.

"Damn, it must be the drunken shrimp in the sauce, how did I forget about this." Hilgai suddenly came to his senses and slapped his head hard.