The rich aroma of braised pork wafted out, like a delicious bomb popping through the crowd.

"It smells so good!"

The audience, who had been staring at the painting-like cooking of Harvas, followed the scent in the direction of McGonagall and subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"What does it smell like? It's a bit like the aroma of the cured meat in the meat bun, but the feeling is very different. Abraham sniffed deeply, muttered something strange, and tiptoed to look at the steaming pot, which was so misty that he could not see what was going on inside.

"Boss Mai's new product, sure enough, didn't disappoint." Vanessa also craned her neck to look in McGonagall's direction, because it was closer, the rich fragrance was more obvious, and saliva could not help but start secreting.

"This taste...... It's so special, like adding a lot of spices and seasonings to it, but it can be messy but not messy, and even the aroma of the beef is particularly obvious, which is really surprising in the ability to control spices. Chebman looked at McGonagall with some surprise, he could smell most of the spices, but there were also many scents that puzzled him.

In his understanding and acceptance of Master's teachings, too many spices do not make food delicious, but can cause food to lose its identity due to mixture.

But in this fragrance, the aroma of beef has always occupied a dominant position, under the background of various aromas, it has become more dazzling, and before you have tasted it, it seems that you can already feel the satisfaction and expectation of the meaty aroma.

The comrades of the black cauldron, who had been waiting for the master to easily win the duel again, all put away their contempt and replaced them with a little nervousness and curiosity.

"Senior brother, is it really okay?"

"I didn't ...... It's not a big deal, Master will definitely still win. The senior brother who had picked his nose before had already put down his hand at some point, but he still tried to keep his calm and said.

"Huh? This meaty flavor is a bit interesting. Harves couldn't help but stop what he was doing, and looked at the pot in front of McGonagall in some surprise.

Beef, tripe, beef heart, beef tongue, and beef scalp are mixed and boiled, which should have a very strong flavor, but the spices are skillfully blended and merged to become the best accompaniment to the meat aroma.

Instead of relying on the heavy flavor of spices, it takes advantage of the trend and completely stimulates the rich meat flavor of beef and beef offal with spices, so that the aroma becomes soft, but not aggressive, and becomes extremely attractive.

"This little friend is young, but his understanding of spices should not be underestimated." Ha Switzerland raised his eyes to look at McGonagall, but his expression gradually became excited, such an opponent has not been met for some time.

Ha Swiss quickly retracted his gaze and began to focus more on the eighteen girl's skirt in front of him, still wanton and free.

However, the audience's curiosity has been completely aroused by McGonagall, and the rich aroma of meat makes it difficult to calmly watch Harsh Swiss cook, and more curious about what kind of dish McGonagall cooks.

The rich aroma of meat instantly reversed the balance of victory, and the expressions of everyone in Maimi's restaurant also brightened.

"However, isn't the boss making cold dishes? This bubbling aroma and heat doesn't look like a cold dish at all. Yabei Mia was a little confused.

"Icing hot dishes, isn't it just cold dishes, shouldn't this be a difficult thing?" Barbara wasn't worried at all, her throat rolled, and she whispered, "Are we qualified to try it?" ”

"If there's anything left, I guess you can taste it." Connie said with a smile.

The same doubts plagued the audience, who wondered how McGonagall continued to turn the cooked and fragrant beef into a cold dish.

McGonagall paid no attention to the commotion around her, and focused her attention on the braised pork in front of her, the aroma of the braised meat was just right, and the soup was brown and bright, the color of which looked appetizing.

Scoop the beef and offal out of the pot with a colander and the marinated beef and offal are brown, and the soup has penetrated perfectly into it, and the color and aroma are very attractive.

Place the meat on a small sieve, drain the marinade, and place in the freezer.

Blast freezing can affect the taste of the meat, so McGonagall did not set the temperature very low to dissipate heat and ensure that the taste of the braised meat is not damaged to the greatest extent.

This is not the case with the usual method of marrying the lungs, which takes four hours to simmer and allow the spices and marinade to slowly soak the beef and offal, allowing the texture and taste to reach its peak in the process.

However, in order to save time, McGonagall used a pressure cooker, which was systematically transformed and added, and it could achieve an effect of eight or nine percent, but it was still a little worse after all.

The scent was blocked, and McGonagall stood aside with her hands tied, calmly watching the Haw-Swiss plating.

He was supposed to make a vegetarian platter, eighteen kinds of vegetables cut into various sizes and shapes, and then put together into a flower skirt.

The clever color matching and complicated stacking method make the color of the skirt rich and vibrant, and it looks very beautiful.

Watching the process of the dress from scratch is even more artistic, as if watching a painter paint, and it is amazing to marvel at the superb skills of Ha Swiss.

"What a beautiful dress, I like this little dress."

A young girl looked at the skirt that had gradually taken shape, and her eyes were a little shining.

Many girls in the crowd had similar expressions, and at the age of eighteen, everyone wanted to wear a beautiful dress like this.

In the interval, Ha Switzerland did not forget to boil a pot of water on another stove, added several strange-looking spices to it, and then covered the pot and continued to swing her skirt.

After about twenty-eight minutes, Ha Switzerland embedded the last long strip of red radish in his hand into the hem of his skirt, then took two steps back, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at his work with satisfaction.

A colorful long skirt has appeared in the white pan.

The fresh vegetarian dishes give the skirt the most vivid color, and the various ingredients that are seamlessly connected together make the skirt perfect from any angle.

It's a dress that you wear in the summer, but it still looks like it's in the winter.

This can no longer be called a cold dish, but more like a work of art crafted by a master.

"It's the most beautiful dish I've ever seen, unparalleled beauty."

"In terms of appearance alone, I think it has won."

"What's going on here? No matter where you start to clamp up, it feels like an unforgivable destruction. ”

The audience was full of praise and at the same time expressed concern about how to get it down.

"Okay, my eighteen-year-old girl's dress has been completed, please ask the girl to help present it to the judges." Ha Swiss smiled and Vanessa said.

"Okay." Vanessa nodded, then picked up the large plate of paper with nervous hands and walked cautiously towards the judges' bench.

A beautiful girl, holding a beautiful girly dress, this scene is pleasing to the eye.

On the other side, McGonagall had just taken the cooled braised pork out of the freezer, took the fathead fish, and prepared to start slicing the meat.