There are many big names coming to the mid-year party of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, and it is not difficult to choose a few big people who will not make unfair choices for personal reasons.

Therefore, when the judges with Lord Michael and President Jeffrey as the core, Ciel, Camilla, and Kyrol, the ambassador of the Los Empire to Chaos City, sat on the judges' bench that had been carved out for them separately, McGonagall nodded with satisfaction.

Although this jury is relatively amateurish, there is no doubt about the pomp and circumstance, and it is difficult to find a more pompous jury for a culinary duel in the city of chaos.

Two movable stoves were parked in the middle of the banquet hall, with various kitchen utensils and condiments such as pots and pans on them, and Beate, dressed in a white chef's suit, was already standing in front of the stove on the left.

"I didn't expect to come to the dinner and see a culinary showdown, and one of the parties is the chef of Ducasse Restaurant, Chef Angbeat, tonight is the right one."

"I didn't expect this McGonagall to dare to agree to a duel, if she loses, it will be the price of a gold shop!"

The guests were talking with great interest, and they were full of anticipation for this culinary duel that would invite the castle lord and the president.

"I think Boss Mai should make grilled fish, and as soon as the delicious spicy grilled fish comes out, this duel will definitely be won." Vivien crossed her hands over her chest and said with a serious look of advice.

"I think Mr. McGonagall's food is delicious, but in a duel, it's better to use the same ingredients, right?" Luna whispered, holding Amy's small hand with one hand, looking slightly nervous.

"Mister McGonagall will win." Gloria's face was also nervous, and although she was confident in the food McGonagall cooked, she couldn't help but be nervous.

"Come on, Father! Come on! Amy raised her little hand and shouted, but she was not nervous at all.

"Byatt's food is still good, this guy doesn't look like a chef, can he really make good food?" Camilla looked at McGonagall with some suspicion.

"This showdown may change the catering landscape of Aden Square, and the old fox really doesn't allow any sparks to appear." Hill glanced at the expressionless Jeffrey and looked at McGonagall with a slightly solemn expression, but when he saw the relaxed expression on McGonagall's face, he quickly relaxed and reappeared with an elusive smile.

"Arrogance, since you dare to take on Beate's challenge, in that case, let you spit out all the food you eat, and then let you be ruined in Aden Square!" Cyril looked at McGonagall with a sneer, as if he had seen the challenge resolved.

"If Mr. McGonagall needs any utensils or spices, please bring them up and I'll let them prepare." Beate said as she looked at McGonagall.

"No, I'm not going to make yakitori beef skewers today, try the new dish I just thought of in the past two days, all you need is a pan." McGonagall shook her head, looking at the half-slaughtered cow hanging beside her.

The high-quality iron-skinned brute cow, judging from the blood, has just been slaughtered, fresh enough to make a steak.

"New dishes?" Beate took a deep look at McGonagall, the young man who was rising to prominence seemed to be even wilder than he had imagined.

"Yes, I don't know which of the chef's new dishes or my new dishes will be more in line with the tastes of several judges." McGonagall smiled.

"I'll see." Beate said with a serious expression.

"So, let's start our showdown now." McGonagall's expression was still relaxed.

"Okay." Beate replied briefly, his hand gripping a slender knife on the knife holder.

The sharp blade cut through the beef, and a piece of lean beef without the slightest fat had been put on the cutting board by him, and the long knife cut through the beef, almost turning into an invisible white shadow, and after a few brushes, a whole piece of beef had turned into a square of beef of the same size.

"What a great knife worker!"

The audience couldn't help but exclaim.

McGonagall also nodded slightly, such a knife worker was indeed worthy of Beate's identity, but he was not in a hurry to do it.

After cutting the beef, Beate put the long knife aside, and uncovered the heavy iron pot in his hand like a round ball, the thick wall of the pot was three inches, almost the whole was embedded in the stove, and only one pot lid was left outside.

Beate put all the beef into the black pot, then threw in various spices at a time, picked up a bamboo tube from the side, pulled out the lid of the bamboo tube, and a faint bamboo fragrance accompanied by a hint of wine overflowed, which made people feel shocked.

"Is this wine made in bamboo? It smells so good! People's eyes lit up, and they looked at the bamboo tube in Beate's hand in disbelief.

"Bamboo tube wine, I didn't expect this world to have it." McGonagall looked at the barrel in Beate's hand with some surprise.

Beate slowly poured the bamboo tube in his hand, and the amber wine was like a pale golden ribbon, poured into the black pot, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, becoming more and more intense.

"Good wine, it seems that the bamboo tube wine is the harvest season again." Michael sniffed, his eyes lit up.

"Chef Beate's idea of using bamboo wine to stew beef is really fanciful, and it seems that Ducasse is going to have another classic dish." Los Ambassador Kyrol exclaimed.

"What kind of wine is bamboo tube wine? But the wine smells good. Camila nodded slightly.

The small half barrel of bamboo tube wine was poured into the black pot, Beate covered the bamboo tube, then took out another wooden barrel, poured a small half barrel of water into the pot, and then put the lid of the black pot on, twisted it three or four times and tightened it thoroughly.

The large round black pot is almost entirely under the stovetop, and only a curved lid can be clearly seen.

Beate stretched out his hand and pressed a yellow button in his hand, and the entire stove suddenly trembled slightly, and several fiery red flames suddenly rose from around the black cauldron, and the fiery aura came to his face, as if there was a mysterious force holding up the entire spherical black cauldron, and then began to spin wildly.

"Damn, there's this kind of operation! Magic stove? Spherical rotary pressure cooker? McGonagall glared, barely holding back her foul mouth.

Originally, he thought that his equipment was enough black technology, but he didn't expect that the top chef had already started to play magic equipment, which was simply hanging in front of him!

"System, give me a bottle of black pepper!" I wanted to observe how the other party stewed beef, but I didn't expect the other party to throw high technology as soon as it came up, and it wouldn't look good if it ended too late.

"Black pepper, 10 gold coins a bottle." The system's calm voice sounded.