The halberd hall where thousands of people gathered fell into a strange silence after Erina Nagikiri cut the sheepskin with a Mongolian scimitar, and even if you don't feel it with your eyes, you can guess that all eyes are now focused on the lamb in the belly of the lamb. Compared to the crystal clear venison with a jewel-like luster of Cheese Yingshi, Jiang Yunfeng's claypot lamb is grayish-brown in color, soaked in a dark brown and cloudy soup.

The strange and intense compound aroma of a mixture of spices, vegetables and meat wafted through every corner of the venue, and finally there was a noise in the hall that broke the continuous silence, and the sound became more and more so that in the end, almost the whole audience was in sync - that sound was swallowing.

No amount of rhetoric can describe the shock of the people around the arena, with a whole piece of sheepskin peeled from the sheep, then slightly marinated and stuffed back in, with red-hot pebbles added several times. The lamb is then tied to the mouth and heated by the heat of the pebbles in an artificially sealed environment and cooked in a boiling broth, the same principle as the salt kettle, which is to block the water lost during the cooking process and keep the meat tender.

"Let's get started! Hurry up and start, I can't wait to try the taste of that mutton~ Hurry up! Meat !! Draco, who was stunned when the sheepskin was cut, couldn't hold back the churning desire in his heart at this moment, and slapped the table and urged. The wildness stimulated by the rawhead beef rolls stimulated her to want to bite, to devour, to conquer everything she saw, and even to take care of the over-movements, and the temporary bathrobe on her body couldn't stop the sudden spring light.

Nagi still had a calm face, but the sharp-eyed person had already observed that he was holding down his restless left hand with his right hand, and the eyes of Krajiu, who was wearing a white bathrobe behind him, were equally intense. Whoever God causes to perish, he must first make him mad. The judges looked at the mutton's eyes, spraying a greedy bath of fire, obviously burning their reason at the same time, Erina Nagi showed a smile on the corner of her mouth, handed the Mongolian scimitar she was playing with in her hand to Jiang Yunfeng, who followed her, and raised her hand to signal that the dish was served.

Carefully clean and wipe the blade to ensure that there is no trace of mutton residue and oil stains left on it, then insert it back into the scabbard, wrap the linen, tie the string, and carefully receive it in your arms and put it close to your body. If you're not careful, this knife is a precious private collection that only scratched out the skin of the mouth to get Dojima Gin. The certificate given by Christie's in New York said that it was the small scimitar used by Genghis Khan to cut mutton, although the credibility of the legend is still doubtful, and if the material and workmanship used in the handle are broken, Jiang Yunfeng cannot afford to pay for it if it is sold.

After repeatedly confirming that it was foolproof, Jiang Yunfeng dared to rest assured and boldly picked up the whole leg of mutton with lamb ribs and put them on the shale slab in front of the three judges. ”

"Classmate Jiang Yunfeng, although the smell of your dish alone makes me drool, but is it too vulgar and barbaric to grab it directly with your hands and bite it. We at GO advocate a civilized way to enjoy food... Anne expressed great indignation at the rough way of enjoying Jiang Yunfeng's proposal, thinking that it was a blasphemy of food, but before she finished speaking, she stopped, because she saw her senior, Dedraco, who had always appeared in the public eye with a noble, elegant, and polite image, was alternating between a leg of mutton in one hand and a sleeve in the other. Here's how it behaves: Draco bites down on a piece of meat that his cherry mouth can't hold all of it. I was reluctant to spit it out, so I could only chew and swallow it hard, and raised my free left hand to wipe the juice and oil splashes that overflowed from the corner of my mouth with a bathrobe.

Not only Draco, but even Naginata-thistle took off the black gloves that had been on his hands and pinched the leg of lamb with his long, slender fingers that had not been exposed to the sun for many years. Seeing that the thistle was grabbed by hand, Anne also resigned herself to her fate, first divided the leg of mutton into two parts with a knife and fork, one of which was given to the poor Baba who was looking at herself, took out the wet towel she carried with her, wiped her hands, and then pinched off the part that belonged to her.

Nagi cut thistle didn't start biting immediately like Draco, but repeatedly flipped and observed, and said regretfully, "I thought I could taste the set meal carefully prepared by my beloved daughter, but I didn't expect that what was served on the table was all impure filth. Forget about the appetizer~ You see that the mutton is firewood and old, and the gray-brown color makes people have the slightest desire to taste it at all. ”

"Don't be stubborn, Father. Isn't it up to the tongue to judge the quality of the dishes? Erina Nagikiri turned her head and glanced at Si Yingshi and Kobayashi Gentian next to her and replied bluntly, "Or can only the two chefs who can embody your philosophy Father-sama, and their beautiful deliciousness can gag your mouth a little?" ”

Nagi Ji looked at her daughter silently, and said lightly: "In just one year, I don't know how much your cooking skills have improved~ The ability of poisonous tongue to harm people is rising." ”

"Oh roar~ this is a choice!" Kobayashi Gentian shouted and jumped up, "What should I do?" Division ~ The challenge launched by the younger brothers and sisters, will we accept it or not? ”

After obtaining the approval of Nagi Thistle, Si Yingshi calmly replied, "I am also very much looking forward to what kind of dishes the two of you can serve." So Erina-sama wouldn't mind letting us taste it, right? ”

"Ah, of course! After all, it's a set meal, so let's start with the appetizer. ”

Jiang Yunfeng was very clever and brought the last plate of [Raw Beef Tatar] and said, "There is only this one left, if you don't mind~ Senior Si and Senior Sister Gentian will eat it separately." ”

"Of course!" Kobayashi Gentian took the lead, cutting off nearly three-quarters of the fork with one knife and stuffing it into his mouth, not giving Si Yingshi a chance to protest at all. "Well~~~~ The combination between this soft and tender raw beef and crispy grated cheese is so harmonious, the texture and taste are close to perfect! Sure enough, it was a dish that could compete with the main dish of the division, and I was even more curious about the main dish!! After speaking, he ran directly to the mutton and squatted.

Picking out the parts that he thought were delicious, Kobayashi Gentian cut it off and split it into two forks and ate them into his mouth and stuffed them into his mouth and stuffed them into the later Si Yingshi. This is followed by the crisp sound of metal cutlery falling to the ground, what a shocking deliciousness! Spices, vegetables and lamb are organically combined. The abandonment of the cooking method with a pot makes the dishes lose the taste of ironware, so that the food naturally returns to the most simple and primitive state.

Si Yingshi suddenly felt that he was wearing pure white armor, riding a tall horse and leading the [White Knights of the Table] under his command to confront people on the Eastern European Plain. A stone's throw away is the Mongolian iron cavalry that cannot be seen as far as the eye can see, and the black pressure is overwhelming. They were all dressed in delicate fish scale armor and held snow-bright scimitars, neatly arranged in a phalanx, quiet as a forest. Suddenly, a white horse with a flowing mane came to the front of the battle, carrying a stunning female khan wearing a white fox cloak.

Erina Nagikiri, who incarnated as Genghis Khan, arrogantly sent an envoy to read the ultimatum, surrender can only bring destruction, and resistance can only bring destruction! The equally arrogant Si Yingshi drew the knight's sword at his waist. A cruel sneer appeared on the corner of Erina Nagikiri's mouth, and with a wave of her jade hand, the iron cavalry phalanx behind her let out an earth-shattering battle cry at the same time, from the stability of the immobile mountain to the raging wildfire in an instant, surging towards the opposite side like a tide.

The notched knight's long sword was pestled on the ground, and the bloodied Si Yingshi fell to one knee and gasped. The beautiful pure white armor was now covered with razor marks, and in some places even broken. Si Yingshi tried to stand up, but the feather arrow stuck in his knee made him kneel back again, and all his comrades were killed, and he was the only one left in the White Knights of the Table. The elite guards surrounded Erina Nagikiri, who was riding a white horse, reappeared, and the look in her eyes was full of pity, but more of a mockery of her self-indulgence, leaving a word of ignorance before turning away.

Si Yingshi raised his head weakly, and the last sight he saw was a Mongolian scimitar that was quickly swung down at him, reflecting the cold light...