Qian Chen counted it.

Onions, garlic, carrots, mushrooms, bell peppers, white wine, rosemary, chopped black pepper, sea salt, beef bone stock, butter, Bordeaux wine...

Qian Chen first washed the lamb chops, removed the blood, then put them in a bowl, added white wine, chopped black pepper, rosemary, minced garlic, shredded onion, and sea salt, and grasped well.

The next step is to place it in the refrigerator and start the long marinating process, which lasts at least two hours or more to absorb the flavor.

Qian Chen definitely couldn't waste all his time on this.

Fortunately, he still has a trick.

Qian Chen opened the system panel with his mind, and looked at the cooking skill 'Wing Chun', which had reached level 20, and showed a confident smile.

Syllable!

The lamb chops were thrown on the chopping board, and then Qian Chen slowly rolled up his sleeves, and then put on a posture of Wing Chun's starting hand...

Woohoo!

The people in the entire examination room suddenly looked at Qian Chen with shocked expressions.

And this kind of operation!?

I saw that Qian Chen's shot was as fast as lightning, and his fists turned into continuous fist shadows hitting the lamb chops.

"This, this is the legendary Celestial Empire Kung Fu!?"

"It's the first time I've seen it!"

Many aristocrats were amazed.

Of course, there are also some that are not pleasing to the eye.

"What are you doing, it's not aesthetically pleasing or elegant!"

"It's so rude!"

Especially Albert, who was sitting in the position of the examiner, couldn't wait to kick Qian Chen out.

'This bastard is simply defiling the sacred French cuisine!' Damn barbarians! ’

But he is the chief examiner, where the accusation lies, and he can't act rashly.

However, Qian Chen has already marked the old gentleman's heart with labels such as rudeness, barbarism, and tarnished elegance.

In the face of everyone's discussions, Qian Chen turned a deaf ear, and only cared about knocking on the lamb chops in front of him.

In less than ten minutes, the lamb chops completely became larger, the meat became softer, and the condiments were all absorbed into the mutton in Qian Chen's continuous knocking.

Qian Chen sliced onions, bell peppers, carrots, and mushrooms, put them into the lamb chops, and grasped the accessories and lamb chops with the juice of the marinated lamb chops.

Line a baking sheet with tin foil and spread the lamb chops and trimmings evenly over the baking sheet.

Place the baking tray in the preheated oven for 20 minutes.

Ignoring the lamb chops in the oven, Qian Chen then began to prepare homemade black pepper juice.

Melt the good French butter in a frying pan, add the chopped onion and shiitake mushrooms and stir-fry until fragrant, sprinkle with minced black pepper and salt.

Reduce the heat and pour in the beef stock until the water in the pot has evaporated, then add the cornstarch mixed with water.

Wait for the black pepper juice to turn into a paste again, and drizzle with Bordeaux red wine.

With a raging flame, a stack of fragrant black pepper juice was ready.

At this time, 20 minutes were almost up, Qian Chen took out the lamb chops, brushed them with black pepper juice, and then put them in the oven again.

After 20 minutes, the oven is turned on and a rich aroma hits the surface.

Qian Chen sniffed, but his face was extremely solemn.

Cut off a lamb chop with a knife and fork and put it in your mouth.

Among the various spice flavors, the fishy smell of mutton stands out, and there is no limit to being weakened.

Obviously, this French grilled lamb chops failed.

Qian Chen completely underestimated the fishy smell contained in this special fantasy-grade mutton.

Seeing that Qian Chen tasted it, he threw the lamb chops aside and did not serve them to the judging stand, and the aristocratic spectators in the stands all found that he had failed.

So the aristocratic audience who had been observing for a long time suddenly moved.

I saw a short and fat nobleman with a huge beer belly and a wig on his head beckoning in a box, and the attendant with a full mask immediately stepped forward in the darkness behind him.

"Give me candidate number 10, a million francs."

"Your will."

The attendant immediately manipulated it on the computer next to him, and soon a crystal card was handed to the noble man as a certificate.

"Give me candidate number 2, two million francs!"

"I'll press No. 8, five million!"

The same scene was played out in each box.

Spotting the movement in the stands above, Albert's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't say anything.

Who let this be the will of His Majesty the Great Emperor?

It can entertain the aristocracy and bring a lot of tax revenue to the empire, so why not?

The one who bet the most was the knight of the Saint Laurent family, and her odds of playing had reached an astonishing 1:1.3!

In other words, if she is pressed to win the first place in the practical exam, the winner can only get 1.3 times the return of the bet, which is better than nothing.

The second odds were actually Anastasia, an international student.

People are betting on her, perhaps because of her nationality.

Since this fantasy ingredient is produced in Tsarist Russia, she, as a princess of Tsarist Russia, will not be unaware, so she wins at the starting line.

Some aristocrats had certain expectations for her.

Anastasia's odds are 1:1.5 and slightly inferior to Sofia.

Qian Chen was also a big bettor, but his first attempt was a complete failure, considering that he was from the Celestial Empire and may not have been deeply involved in French cuisine, some nobles who were originally watching his performance turned to other targets.

As a result, Qian Chen's odds have soared, and it has now reached 1:10, which is almost close to other unfavored candidates.

Only if you really want to bet on him, you will bet on him.

For example, the glamorous lady who once fantasized about spending bliss with Qian Chen in order to fulfill her 'philatelic' fetish was squeezed by her female companion and placed a bet of two million francs on Qian Chen.

Although she regretted it after the bet was finished. She is just a hobby of 'stamp collecting', and she is not a nymphomaniac, and it will be distressing to throw away two million francs for nothing.

Qian Chen didn't know that he and the candidates below had become the target of gambling and fun for the nobles in the stands above.

He was racking his brain to figure out how to suppress the disgustingly strong smell and improve the way to make the lamb chops.

At this time, there were candidates who failed to do the test one after another, and they were labeled as losers by the nobles in the upper stands, and almost no one bet on them.

As one candidate failed, the atmosphere in the examination room suddenly became tense.

Except for a small number of confident candidates, most of them began to have beads of sweat on their foreheads.

At this time, Qian Chen had a flash of inspiration.

"The exam questions only say that they use French cooking methods, but they don't say that spices are not allowed."

Qian Chen immediately became interested, picked up a piece of white paper, wrote and drew on it.

Soon, he submitted the ingredient request to the attendant on the side again.

Anyway, in this exam, except for lamb chops, any ingredient can be used in unlimited quantities.

After a while, there was a rhythmic tapping sound in the examination room again.