In the midst of the flying scales, Doug Lin flipped the fish over and cleaned the scales from the other side again.

"What a fast knife!"

"What a handsome technique!"

In the midst of an exclamation, Lin Doug had already separated the head, tail and middle bone and threw them away, leaving only two fresh fish meats.

Straighten the fish, raise the skate blade in your right hand, and let out a loud shout again.

"Luohan Crystal Slash!"

The blades fall quickly and rise again, slicing diagonally into the texture of the fish.

Each piece of fish flying in the air is extremely thin, like a crystal mirror, and if you look closely, you can see the reflection of the human figure in the fish fillet.

The fillets find their place lightly and precisely, land on the iceberg, and merge with the iceberg, regardless of each other.

When the fish was halfway up to the iceberg, the ice blade in Lin Douge's hand suddenly shattered into a block of ice.

After all, this is an ordinary ice makeover, and it can't last long, but comparatively, the opponent's damage is much less.

Lin Douge put down the leftovers, unprocessed fish, and soaked his slightly frozen right hand in warm water.

The left hand is methodically prepared and added a special dipping sauce with sesame oil.

"If you want to eat it, do it yourself," said Douglas Lin, putting the dipping sauce in front of the iceberg.

"Haha, all the bells and whistles to make a skate, this iceberg is only halfway completed, the knife is broken, it's messed up"

"The work is only half completed, and points will be deducted for the color"

Before the judges walked in front of the iceberg, there were already bursts of schadenfreude around them, they were not only falling into the well, but also putting pressure on the judges, such an obvious mistake, shouldn't you lose a lot of points?

When the judges approached the iceberg, they looked up at the artwork in the oncoming cold air, and felt as if they had seen a world of ice and snow.

The fillets of fish cling to the iceberg, turning into a clear mirror, reflecting their faces one by one, gorgeous and exquisite.

The only fly in the ointment is that the second half of the iceberg is not yet finished, which makes them look regretful.

"There is still a lot of time left in the competition, enough for Chef Lin to carve another ice blade and finish the rest of the fish, do you..."Du Langxiang couldn't bear to give up the work in front of him halfway, and reminded him.

"Verbosity, eat yours, anyway, whether it's good or not, you will judge me to win" Lin Daoge did not follow the other party's advice and continued to do it, but urged impatiently.

"We are WGO executives and will not take sides," Du Langxiang said with a serious face.

"Pull it down, which one is delicious, and which one do you favor if you don't have it?"

"......" Dulangchan, Macherit, Tina Max.

"......" late-night cook.

The judges silently turned around and faced the iceberg, picked up a piece of fish fillet with chopsticks, dipped it in a little dipping sauce, and put it in their mouths.

"Hmm~ What is there to melt into ice!"

"Because of the temperature in the mouth, the smooth and refreshing flavor of the red sea bream spreads immediately"

"It's indescribably smooth!"

"It's a top-notch taste!"

"The frozen real sea bream has come back to life in its mouth! It feels as if it's jumping in the mouth! ”

"What a paradise!" The nun was even so intoxicated that she seemed to have ascended to the Garden of Eden of her dreams.

Hearing the judges' words, and looking at their intoxicated expressions now, Barney Hale showed an expression of disbelief, walked quickly to the edge of the iceberg, picked up chopsticks, grabbed a piece of fish fillet, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Uh-huh~" I saw King Kong Barbie just now, and in a blink of an eye, she became a young girl with a spring in her hands, holding her face in her hands, and fell into a fantasy.

When the judges saw that there was more to eat, they immediately sped up their eating, and the fillets on half of the iceberg were quickly eaten, and several people looked at the remaining unprocessed fish on the table with regret, and thought to themselves, if only they could have more fish.

"I declare that the winner is Douglas Lin" Du Lang Chan once again announced the result of tonight's second match.

And Barney Hale has been pulled by Doug Lin on the ears of the rabbit hood, pulled next to the fat clown, and has become a member of the losing group. I saw that her legs trembled with fear, obviously remembering the punishment that Lin Douge said to her before the game, regretting that she shouldn't have been so arrogant before.

"It's already the second landslide victory"

"This guy is a bit evil."

"Who's going to be his next turn?"

"It's Corodville"

"Crimson Executioner?!"

As soon as the words fell, a man with black gloves on his hands, a black mask on his mouth, and a strange machine behind his back lifted his cloak and stood up.

I saw that the other party remained silent after appearing, which formed a sharp contrast with Barney Hale and Markanta, who had a lot of commotion and talk before.

"The third game is a blood dish, the game lasts for an hour, and now the game starts!"

This time, Lin Daoge selected the materials, and came back relatively late, and the mask man opposite had already processed the ingredients, and just started the machinery behind him, only to see a pipe connected to the needle, stretched out on the machine, inserted into a large piece of pork, and constantly extracted blood in it.

Looking at the competition project this time, these late-night cooks don't even wear a fig leaf now, so they are just shameless and use what they are best at as the competition item.

Lin Douge was still quite curious about this novel cooking machine, and couldn't help but watch it.

After pumping the blood for a while, the silent man cut the pork into pieces and put it into the machine, then brought a casing, put one end on one of the machine's openings, and tied a knot at the other.

With a "buzzing" sound, the machine's outlet spat out a mixture of ground pork and pig blood and entered the casing.

Soon a French blood sausage was completed, steamed, and served with baked apple slices, and the French blood sausage dish was presented to the judges' table.

After tasting the food, the three judges were uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, and did not comment and praise the food as they did on the last two occasions, and the food in front of them only took one bite and stopped, and did not eat again.

"What's going on? Is it that blood sausage is not to the taste of today's review? ”

"It stands to reason that WGO executives are trained to have a good sense of taste, and they can objectively and accurately evaluate the quality of the food even if it is not to their taste."

"So what's going on?"

"Is it Currodville's dysfunction?"