"The smell...... Andy, are you having a sense of smell?" The other judges shook their heads, the spicy smell almost made them sweat.

&y didn't speak, just pushed the red and green dishes in front of them.

As judges, they have no choice at all, so they can only stick out the spoon in their hands. The red duck lump, like a red-hot piece of fire, was stuffed into their mouths with their eyes closed, and the tip of their tongues swiped lightly, and they were stimulated at first.

In the next second, he showed a surprised expression.

After being moistened by saliva, most of the spicy taste suddenly dissipated, leaving only a slight spicy taste on the tongue and a soft and glutinous taste of meat.

The blonde judges even felt that this seemingly spicy lotus blood duck was not as spicy as mapo tofu. No, no, no, it's not that it's not spicy, but this kind of spicy is just at the critical point where they can accept it.

One more point, and they'll be hard to swallow.

Someone wanted to taste the fat blood clot again, but Andy shook his head, "You can't accept the spiciness of the blood clot."

Everyone was amazed. Even though it's an ingredient on a plate, it can even show different spiciness.

Fang Zilu also had a question mark on his head, looking at Yu Jianyun's light and breezy appearance, which set off his own shortcomings, so he could only retreat and ask Chef Lai.

Lai Wei instructed him: "This is a modified dish. Everyone's acceptance of spicy is different, the little boss has put some effort into the ingredients, the duck pieces are hot but the taste is light, which is suitable for foreign tastes that are mainly light; The duck blood is fat and tender, and it is full of chili oil, and the taste is stronger. But the spiciest of them all is not duck blood, but ......."

Before he could finish speaking, one of the judges screamed, his face taking on an unnaturally eerie red. Seeing this, Andy hurriedly took the ice water, let it take it in his mouth, and swallowed it slowly. After a few times, he regained his looks, but he was still in a state of shock.

Lai Wei smiled, with an indescribable ridicule: "The most spicy is the humble duck offal, which is marinated by the little boss with dry ingredients and then fried in a pot."

Fang Zilu stuck out his tongue: "Isn't that ...... Perverted spicy?" He suddenly felt a little sympathy for the judge, perverted and spicy, but even many Chinese people couldn't accept it, and he died without regrets in his life.

Layer by layer, step by step, this is the triple realm of spicy.

Not surprisingly, this dish was well received by the judges, and even the judges who had just walked on the verge of life and death resolutely lit the green light, and they were eager to discuss with Yu Jian how to make this dish.

……

Tang Yuan, who occupied the C position behind Yu Jian, looked at the scene in front of him and raised his head proudly.

Look, this is the little girl he likes, it's so good! He couldn't wait to snatch the microphone from the host's hand and tell the world.

Huang Mao tugged at his chef's robe and said weakly, "Boss, do you know that you are like a peacock with only the screen open." It's all over the body, it's just star-blank.

He was really unlucky, the day before yesterday in the northernmost factory with a group of foot-picking men staring at each other, finally lying on the bed and finally able to meet the beauties in the dream, never thought that a few big bodyguards pushed open his door, carried him on the plane.

As soon as he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, he actually saw Chef Tang who made him suffer.

Where else can I care about, I hugged the boss's leg and began to cry, and raised three fingers with a vow: "I will do whatever you ask me to do." Just don't let him go back to the north.

Chef Tang sighed and nodded slowly, "There is really something I need for you."

So, he stood in the ring of the competition inexplicably.

Earlier, he still wanted to flirt, but the executioner Yu Jian was strangled as soon as he sprouted.

The couple didn't agree on a word, and they turned out to be rivals.

He suddenly felt as if he had been deceived again. Tang Yuan, obviously he wants him to be a substitute ghost-

At this moment, he suddenly missed the strong men with twelve-pack abs in the north......

Tang Yuan replied lightly: "

Lobsters are handled?"

Huang Mao instantly collapsed his shoulders, look, not only mentally tortured him, but also enslaved his labor. Tut-tut-

For Tang Yuan in this competition, winning or losing is certainly one thing, and another important point is that he wants to use the competition to promote the low-temperature slow cooking machine. At present, all the hotels under his control have been equipped with new machines, and the new dishes have been well received. But the pace of this cannibalization is too slow......

Huang Mao turned the knife in his hand and inserted it into the belly of the half-human-tall lobster, his wrist shook slightly, and after two seconds, a sparkling crystal shrimp tail was peeled off.

Remove the shrimp tendons again, steam them and stuff them into ice water to shrink the shrimp meat.

Tang Yuan pinched the most prestigious chili pepper in the Rooster Country, slowly squeezed out the juice, mixed it with other spices, fished out the lobster from the water with his bare hands, and had a horse killing chicken. The lobster is soaked in chili pepper liquid, and its body turns into a crystal red, and when you look at it from a distance, it looks like a brilliant ruby, shining brightly.

Immediately after that, it is sealed into the bag, and the temperature is quietly maintained in the machine when it is opened and closed. The lobster tail is slowly cooked at a low temperature, becoming more and more moist and translucent, and the whole body is covered with a layer of pearl color.

"This is—" Many of the judges were senior chefs, attracted by this special skill, and turned their heads and asked, "This is provided by the organizers?" He had never seen such a machine.

The staff's answer was cryptic: "The Pruvo family is the biggest sponsor."

Cooked lobster slices to the thickness of sashimi, served on a plate, drizzled with a delicate chili sauce and garnished with spice leaves, this is the special dish that Chef Tang wants to show the world - slow-cooked Boston lobster.

Tang Yuan slowly wiped the thin blade in his hand, revealing an elegant smile, "Please taste it." What came out of his lips was an ancient northern language with a round accent, full of oppression.

Huang Mao secretly complained: I pretended to be thirteen again.

Originally, it was the brightest white on the top of the snow-capped mountain, but under the backdrop of chili sauce, it was like stepping into the mortal dust with a touch of cinnabar, and people actually had a sense of sacredness that they could not bear to blaspheme.

&y immediately pinched a slice of shrimp meat, the thick shrimp slices gently shook on the fingertips, trembling like water waves, rolled a circle of bright red sauce, and sent it to the mouth.

The soft and full taste hit instantly, and there was a hint of freshness and spiciness, which made his eyes widen all of a sudden. Although the shrimp meat has been impregnated with chili liquid, after the baptism of temperature, only a trace of stimulation is left, and more is the original taste of the lobster, plump and delicate, so fresh that it seems to jump in his mouth.

And at the end of that delicious vitality, there is a clean and clear sweetness.

The spicy spicy from time to time during the period is more like the unruly and untamed lobster wielding its claws.

He slowly closed his eyes, only to feel that he was in the deep sea, surrounded by an endless but hidden raging icy water, which entwined him and made him indulge in this transcendent state until he became one.

"What a wonderful taste...... "He sighed and overflowed into his mouth, and he was as enchanted as the other judges.