First, it was LeBron James' turn to deliver the dishes.

I saw James put three plates of 'cake' in front of the referee.

Cake? Isn't he supposed to make the main course?

Qian Chen couldn't help but show some doubts.

The three referees also had question marks on their faces.

The main dish is made into a dessert, which is a serious off-topic and will be directly awarded zero points.

In overtime at the moment of life and death, the 'little emperor' would actually make such a low-level mistake?

It's a little hard to believe.

In the center of the plate is a dark brown triangular 'chocolate mousse cake', which is delicately painted with a purple-black sauce in a rippled shape.

If you associate this 'cake' with James's arms that are comparable to the thickness of other people's thighs, well-developed tight muscles, and strong body, the picture is so beautiful that people dare not look at it directly.

James said confidently.

"This is my latest trial development, 'Taleur Steak Mousse'."

He gave a very strange name for the dish.

The referee, who was sitting in the main seat in the middle, said thoughtfully.

"The Tales cow, this fantasy species, I know, when I first discovered it, it was known for its easy to raise and docile personality, and IGO thought that I had found another fantasy ingredient that could be artificially fed in large quantities.

As a result, the chefs later found that although the flavor of this beef meat is more than ten times that of ordinary beef, its meat quality is very poor, and the taste is very woody, which is difficult to cook. ”

James took his words and said.

"That's right, I found that I couldn't cook in a normal way, and after a lot of experimentation, I finally got the answer.

The 'Tales Steak Mousse' that completely discarded its texture and only retained its flavor! ”

The referee nodded, smiling and admiring.

"Quite a creative idea, so let's try it."

After speaking, the three referees picked up their knives and forks at the same time.

The steak is deliberately made into a mousse state, and it is surprisingly soft, and the knife almost just puts it in.

Cut off a corner and carefully fork it with a fork and put it in your mouth...

Melt in your mouth!

This is a real melt-in-your-mouth, not a false adjective!

The steak mousse melted completely as soon as it touched the tip of the tongue, and then the thick beef flavor that was more than ten times that of ordinary steak instantly exploded, raging in their mouths, as if a huge wave was coming towards them.

They suddenly felt themselves being thrown on the back of the ox, and then lunged forward with the rushing herd.

The back of the cow is wide and soft, and the action of the herd charge is savage and rough.

Just like the feeling that this dish brings them.

The cake's soft, melt-in-your-mouth texture is paired with a rich, wild beef flavor that makes for a shocking Wild West!

Looking at the extremely satisfied look on the referee's face, James couldn't help but smile.

His score will definitely not be low this time, and with the previous 38-point advantage, no matter how you look at it, he can't find a reason to lose.

Soon, the steak mousse on the plate was swept away by the judges.

Now it's Qian Chen's turn to be judged.

However, Qian Chen actually directly brought up the semicircular kiln that he had made before.

This move immediately caused a burst of amazement.

Barkley stabbed Smith beside him with a curious expression.

"Hey, Kenny, do you know what Qian Chen brought up?"

Smith squinted his eyes and carefully recognized it for a long time, and said in an uncertain tone.

"If I'm not mistaken, this looks like a kiln for firing ceramics!?"

"Watts!? Is Qian Chen going to burn a Tang Sancai for the referee to gnaw? ”

Barkley exclaimed with a strange expression.

Smith touched his chin.

"Probably not, the structure of the kiln is actually a bit similar to the pizza oven, which is to let the heat circulate in the oven and speed up the baking of food...

Smith said, glancing at Barkley.

"Why do you ask me anything, I'm not a hundred thousand why."

Barkley spread his hands.

"You know a lot, don't ask who you ask?"

"Ask Du Niang!"

Not to mention the two live treasures gags on the commentary table for the time being.

After Qian Chen pushed the entire kiln onto the judging table, he said to the three judges with curious faces.

"Please wait a moment."

Then he picked up the small hammer he had prepared and tapped it lightly on the kiln.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and the kiln suddenly shattered.

Crash!

A blinding red light burst from the crack.

Then there was a loud phoenix roar, and a translucent phoenix phantom soared into the sky from the fragments of the kiln.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Is this magic or magic?"

Barkley screamed when he saw this.

"Maybe it's some kind of advanced projection technology?"

Smith said with some uncertainty.

On the roof of the venue, Joan of Arc and Zhenna glanced at each other, the shock in their eyes overflowing, and they almost said in unison.

"Turn the virtual into the real, the seed of the Heavenly King!?"

Joan of Arc quickly calmed down, though.

"No, it's just an uncondensed phantom, and he hasn't touched the threshold of the Heavenly King."

"Even if this is the case, how many geniuses can't get out in their lifetime, and they can only be trapped at the peak of the dragon level. Anyway, he now sees the 'road to the top of the mountain', and as long as he keeps going, ... ”

Zhenna suddenly turned to look at Joan of Arc.

"You guy doesn't even know a word, how the hell did you teach such a monster."

Joan of Arc glanced at her, and suddenly said.

"You're eating lemons."

Zhenna was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously denied it.

"No, I was eating spicy strips just now."

Joan of Arc sneered.

"No, how can I smell pantothenic acid in your mouth."

"You!"

Only then did Zhenna realize that Joan of Arc was teasing her.

She swung her fist vigorously, but considering the difference in combat effectiveness between the enemy and us, the words became when they came to her lips.

"There's a kind of don't sleep tonight, see if I don't torture you in the game!"

"Come on!"

The two immortals on the roof were arguing, and the three referees below looked at the roast chicken in front of them with shocked expressions.

When Qian Chen smashed the kiln, a rich and incomparably strange fragrance instantly swept the audience!

The roast chicken is grilled red all over the body, and the luster reflected in the fat is mouth-watering.

Qian Chen picked up a knife.

The silver light flashed away, and the roast chicken was torn apart in an instant.

"Hey, how is this a bit like a roast duck in Beijing?"

One of the discerning referees exclaimed.

Qian Chen smiled slightly, and didn't explain much, but just divided the diced roast chicken into three parts, along with the potatoes, onions, and mushrooms in the roast chicken's belly, and put them in front of the three referees together with the dipping sauce.

"Phoenix Nirvana, please taste it."