The duel project is set, and McGonagall gives Harsh a set as she wishes, synchronized with the system tasks, and success or failure is in this move.

If you lose, anyway, according to the system, you have to call the other party's master, he is fearless.

"This little guy, doesn't he want to join my Black Cauldron Gang, be my apprentice, and learn to cook with me?" Harsh looked at McGonagall thoughtfully, and began to wonder if McGonagall was playing him.

With the help of Mia and the others, McGonagall also took out all the kitchen utensils and ingredients she needed, opposite the kitchen utensils of Ha Switzerland, and separated the two sides of the judges' seats.

"Please give way." As the hour of ten o'clock approached, Chebman's voice rang out from outside, and the ox cart came slowly, then stopped.

Chebman's apprentices hurriedly stepped forward to help unload the goods, there were not many ingredients, and they barely packed two baskets, all of which were very common dishes.

After the ingredients were laid out on the other side, McGonagall raised her hand and glanced at her watch, and said calmly: "Ten o'clock." ”

"Okay, then let's test the first item - knife work." Harva did not procrastinate, took two potatoes in the basket, one of them was placed in his hand, and the other was thrown directly in the direction of McGonagall, and continued: "Knife work is the basic skill of a chef, seven points of knife work, three points of heat This sentence fully illustrates the importance of knife work." These are two potatoes, one for you and one for me, and the rules are simple, within three minutes, show the most exquisite knife work you can show on this potato, and then the judges will vote for the potato they think has better knife work. ”

"Okay." McGonagall snapped the potatoes that were still a little muddy, and there was no doubt about the simple and crude rules of Ha Switzerland, the knife work is delicate, and every chef is different, and when you compare them together, you can see who is the best and it's over.

The scene had gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at the two potatoes held in the hands of McGonagall and Harswiss, and they all subconsciously held their breath, wondering what the two ordinary potatoes would become in their hands.

McGonagall threw the potato upwards and grabbed the fathead fish with her right hand, only to see the knife flash, the potato seemed to dance on the tip of the knife, and the potato skin with mud and sand rustled downward, and in the blink of an eye, a peeled potato slowly rotated on the tip of the knife.

And the potato skin all fell on a saucer below, a thin layer of skin, almost no sticking to the slightest potato skin, extremely complete.

"What a great knife worker!"

The audience couldn't help but praise that this wave of operations was smooth, although it was only peeled, but it had already shown technical barriers that could not be imitated.

"It's kind of interesting." Harsh glanced at McGonagall, the smile on her face was gone, her expression was sincere and solemn, she reached out and grabbed the saury, put the knife on the potato, and flicked the potato with her fingers, and the potato spun on the cutting board.

From one end of the potato, a whole and slender potato skin began to grow rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a whole peeled potato appeared on the vegetable mound, and next to it was a whole potato skin about a centimeter wide.

"This is probably the so-called operation that the eye can learn, but it must not be able to do."

The audience was also a little stunned when they watched this scene.

Both sides showed their talents, and the mere peeling of the potatoes was already amazing.

McGonagall didn't care about the movements on the side of Ha Switzerland and the voices of the audience, holding the kitchen knife in her hand, and only the potato in front of her was left in her eyes, although it was a whole potato on the surface, it had been deconstructed countless times in his eyes, and then determined a most dazzling plan.

The knife rises and falls, and the seemingly heavy and thick kitchen knife is as delicate as an embroidery needle in McGonagall's hands, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, cutting or cutting, like a master carving the most exquisite work of art, that focused appearance, which is moving and unbearable.

"A serious man, he really looks a little charming." Hill looked at McGonagall with interest, as if he could imagine that he was probably like this when he was drawing those intricate drawings, otherwise how he could have completed such a huge project by himself.

"It's no wonder that Mr. McGonagall has grown so quickly, and that level of focus is so rare for a chef." Robert also looked at McGonagall with admiration.

Jeffrey also frowned slightly and looked at McGonagall, he got some information that this boss McBoss had an unusual relationship with Gloria, perhaps the costume designer hidden behind Dailan.

In just a few months, Dailan was able to rise to the top of the fashion scene in the chaotic city, thanks to the unique style of clothes. Breaking the shackles of tradition, the clothes full of design sense have thrown the old tailors with fixed thinking in the chaotic city more than three streets.

As a businessman who started his career in fabrics, he can see through the core of Dailan's rapid growth and high profitability at a glance, and the hidden designer is equivalent to Dailan's soul.

And this soul, now with a kitchen knife, is here to cut potatoes seriously.

Recently, there have been some rumors that the Boss Mai is also very close to Hill.

As for the name of Maimi's restaurant, even he has heard of it, but he doesn't want to surrender his identity to line up to eat, so he hasn't tried it himself.

Such a young man with multiple identities did arouse some interest in him, and McGonagall once let out a statement that she wanted to subvert the Aden Chamber of Commerce, which made him even more interesting.

"Please, the boss must win." Abeimia clenched her fists a little nervously, she didn't think McGonagall could easily win against Harva Switzerland now.

The expressions of all the women in the restaurant were a little nervous, this was a battle related to the honor of Maimie's restaurant.

Three minutes are gone.

With a clanged sound from the umpire's bench, McGonagall and Harwes stopped their knives almost simultaneously.

"What's that? A golden dragon? ”

Everyone couldn't help but marvel as they watched the potatoes McGonagall put on their plates, which had been carved into a giant dragon with wings ready to fly.

And the guests who are close can clearly see the dragon scales on the dragon's wings, and even the eyes seem to have life, lifelike, making people feel like it will fly away from the plate at any time.

The most amazing thing is that McGonagall used a kitchen knife like a brick, and it took only three minutes to complete such a work of art.

On the other hand, the potatoes were divided into many shapes of different sizes, arranged separately on a large open plate, and looked a little disorganized, like a child cutting them randomly, and compared to Magna's lifelike dragon, it was a world of difference.

"Did the Ha Swiss master just give up the first game?"

Everyone couldn't help but think curiously in their hearts.