"Everyone, welcome to my Turkish World Barbecue!"

In Joichiro's hearty laughter, the aroma spread from the plate, and in the billowing white smoke, a ribbon like a flame rolled up on the plate, and the grilled meat with a faint oil shine was cut into pieces and connected together, and the thin flesh with various sauces looked delicious. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qi Qi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, infected by the wonderful fragrance, and the five judges, including Mo Wen, almost couldn't wait to start tasting it.

"Is this- harissa and Parma ham?" Chetintilk put a piece of reddish roast meat in his mouth, chewed it slightly, and his eyes lit up, "It's a good match, the slightly spicy taste and the fat of the ham meat make people feel happy!" ”

"My side is Jinhua ham with parsley, and it tastes good!" Lawrence picked up a yellowish slice of meat from his plate and put it in his mouth, then said with satisfaction.

"Graham Masala, Wool Pig Ham!" Mo Wen put a piece of ham with a slightly whitish color in his mouth and said succinctly.

"Iberian ham, cheese mustard!" Nagi Senzaemon ······

The judges, look at me, I look at you, a trace of confusion flashed in their eyes at the same time, you must know that Joichiro's dishes are obviously based on the theme of barbecue and present a variety of flavors of dishes in one plate, but this halberd competition is not to win whoever has more taste, but who tastes better than whoever wins, don't look at Joichiro's rich dishes, but in fact, the taste alone is not as good as Abbe's dishes before, and the gap between them is not small.

Could it be that Kohei Joichiro, the bastard, didn't play well at all in order to use more materials?

After learning about the past of the lazy man in front of him, more than one judge at the scene thought so in his heart, and finally Mo Wen glanced at Joichiro, who was there with the old god, and began to taste the other party's cuisine again, but this time it was different from the previous time, Mo Wen picked up two slices of meat of different colors and put them in his mouth at the same time.

"Awesome!"

When the barbecue meat entered his mouth, Mo Wen's eyes first narrowed, and then they lit up again, and he immediately gave a thumbs up to Joichiro.

The flavor of two completely different pieces of barbecued meat in the mouth is perfectly blended, sweeping all the taste buds like a storm, and it feels like you are on a world trip on a hike, and although you are physically and mentally tired, you have an extraordinary sense of satisfaction in your heart after seeing the various flavors.

Seeing this, the other judges also suddenly realized, and they all picked up different barbecue meats and put them in their mouths, and the next moment the four of them showed intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Nagi Senzaemon's clothes cracked silently, and he looked at Joichiro and asked with some curiosity: "Joichiro, how did you do it, there are four types of yakiniku here, and there are 12 variations when combined, how on earth did you make their flavors blend together without conflict with each other?" ”

Joichiro smiled, and then triumphantly took out a white crystal, "Because I used this, the flower of French salt!" ”

The judges were stunned at first, but after thinking about it carefully, they suddenly realized.

The Flower of French Salt is a natural sea salt produced on the south coast of Brittany, France, and can be said to be the best salt in the world. It not only makes the taste of the dish soft and clear, so that the original flavor of the ingredients is fully revealed, but also contains more trace elements than ordinary sea salt, and has its own strange violet aroma.

Salt is the first of all flavors, and Joichiro uses a kind of salt with a strange taste to blend it, which invisibly provides a link for various dishes, just like a map when traveling, so that the originally chaotic destination has an organization and layer.

Of course, even with the salt fire, Joichiro's cuisine is not so simple, because in order to properly combine the flavors of each ingredient, the amount of salt in each ingredient is different, and it must be mixed according to the heat and the current situation of the ingredients, which in itself would never be possible without the best cooking skills.

Mo Wen glanced at Joichiro, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, but unfortunately the other party was not a woman, otherwise he would have to help the other party pull into the divine seat to cook for himself.

"Mr. Lawrence 17 points, Mr. Nagi Kiri Senzaemon 18 points, Mr. Mowen 19 points, Mr. Yasui Ryoya 20 points, Mr. Kitin Türk 17 points, Kohei Joichiro's final score is 91 points, tied with Abbe!"

With the host's words,Kohei Joichiro's review work is also coming to an end.,Joichiro didn't say anything about this result.,His strength is on par with Abe.,91 The score is obviously low.,It's just that I'm not interested in the Kamiza chaebol.,I just want to see the level of top chefs.,So after the results of the game came out,Joichiro walked off the venue with a dashing turn.。

The third to appear was Kojiro Shinomiya, who, like Joichiro, covered the dishes with a Western food lid and pushed a trolley up, and then he didn't use the service staff, he brought the dishes one by one.

His gaze stayed on Mo Wen's face for a moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Sigong's mouth, and then he opened the lid in front of him.

"Everyone, please try my French Vanilla Chicken Wrap!"

The slight chill, the turquoise vegetable rolls, and the safflower and dark blue sauce dotted on the side, presented in front of Mo Wen and the others were quite delicate and beautiful dishes, especially the green vegetable rolls, which were crystal clear, and looked a little similar to gemstones.

"Oh, it's a cold dish?" Because Sinomiya chose Brace chicken before, everyone thought that he would serve a hot dish, but now that it is a cold dish, they are immediately a little curious.

Lawrence was the first to raise the fork in his hand, gently cut open the vegetable roll, and put a small section of the dish in his mouth.

"Well, delicious!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, then opened again, and Lawrence gave a bright smile to Kojiro Shinomiya, and then took a big gulp.

Then there were Chetintilke, Nagi Senzaemon, An Yilun, and finally Mo Wen glanced at the four palaces that looked at him coldly, and also put the dishes on the plate into his mouth.

After chewing lightly twice, Mo Wen's face showed a rather subtle expression.

How so?

A delicious dish, the cold Bress chicken still maintains its smooth and tender texture, as if eating jelly, the delicious chicken completely "melts" in the mouth, with the faint smell of vanilla, people feel as if they are in a wonderful garden, and they can't help but indulge in the aroma.

It's just a pity, although the aroma of chicken and the taste of vanilla complement each other, but there is no feeling of sublimation, compared to Abe's physical and mental satisfaction, and Joichiro's wonderful sense of every bite is a new taste, there is always a little less feeling, just like a painter, a craftsman's feeling, if you score, Mo Wen feels that the score of the fourth palace is between 17 and 18 points, which is a grade worse than the first two.

It's just that Sigong obviously didn't think so, and when he saw Mo Wen looking at him, he smiled coldly, and then began to introduce his dishes endlessly: "My dish is an improvement from French stewed cabbage rolls, I have abandoned the usual pork tenderloin and onions, and I have chosen more delicious chicken, and it is also the breast meat with the finest chicken fiber, ······ After the stew, the chicken is slowly cooled by means of ice cube condensation, so that the meat is kept fresh and tender, and the flavor of French Tahitian vanilla, which originally requires several procedures, is completely detonated by low temperature, and the flavor of the chicken is infiltrated little by little, and then served with a special sauce····· This dish can be said to take into account the taste, texture and color at the same time, I think it is already a quite perfect dish, don't you say, Mr. Mo Wen! ”

The first half of the words was still introducing the process of making his dishes, but he didn't know what was crazy about Sigong, but in the end, he suddenly got the topic to Mo Wen's body, gently held his glasses, and then said defiantly.