Chapter 581

"Of course, you are the dealer."

In everyone's opinion, before the game started, French chefs had already lost all their momentum.

Because Mu Qiu's pure French has completely suppressed him.

"I'll go. Muqiu really has no dead end. Does he have anything he can't do?"

"This man is really terrible. If we go on looking for him, no one can control him."

The barrage has already been blown by all kinds of people. After all, Muqiu's hand has calmed most people.

"Well, what do you want to bring today?"

French cooks are completely confident and disdainful looking at Muqiu.

However, as far as his identity is concerned, it's not conceit. After all, his ability is No. 1 in the whole world.

But today he really wants to admit defeat. After all, the person he met was Mu Qiu.

"Are you testing me?"

Mu Qiu smiles and looks up at him.

"You are so serious. How can you be regarded as a test."

The French chef raised his hand slightly, indicating that Muqiu would come first.

"Let's get started."

At this time, all kinds of eyes of the world have focused on the two stoves, and everyone is paying attention to the battle of Tianwang mountain.

"If we only cook one dish, are we really sorry for so many audiences?"

The French chef was suddenly in trouble and looked at Mu Qiu with a smile on his face.

"I don't care. It's all up to you."

Mu autumn or a face of indifference, like the game has nothing to do with him.

"If that's the case, then I propose that we make three dishes now, and the judges will not change. Do you want to answer?"

Across the aisle, the French chef held out three fingers.

"I don't have any opinions. Just listen to you."

Mu Qiu shrugged and looked at her watch.

"I'd better hurry. I may be in a hurry."

This sentence almost didn't make the opposite French chef angry. In the face of a chef of his level, this guy choked himself with such a sentence?!

Forget it. It's not worth the anger.

The French chef comforted himself so much that he trembled and put on his headscarf.

He had already calculated, and the things he had prepared were fighter planes in French cuisine. The first one was the burkenti snail, the Provence fish soup, and an Alsace stew,

Although it has been regarded as a commonplace dish, it is still something that can be taken.

And Mu Qiu side, his abacus is very simple.

That is to continue his usual style.

Beat the other side in the most familiar field, kill the heart, and get instant results.

"Snail, tuna, and stew?"

Seeing what the other as like as two peas is not what is difficult. The two sides of the two sides will not set any secret settings. After all, no one will think of doing the same dish with their opponents.

Mu Qiu, who wanders between genius and madman, is not a common person

Although the practice of these three dishes is not a secret thing, we all know that the French chef can be the world's top position, which is definitely something. And Muqiu, although it's a bit incredible, is Muqiu! At this time, all we can do is trust.

"Wait, as like as two peas, the food that we need here is totally identical to that old man."

"I'll go. Muqiu is a bull. Can you play like this?"

"Don't talk about it. Shut up and watch. I'll see if Muqiu can still pretend today."

For a moment, the barrage of the live broadcasting room has been blown up, and more and more people enter various live broadcasting rooms. As long as Muqiu wins here, the holy point will be directly turned over.

First of all, snails. Needless to say, the ingredients are always the most important thing to make a dish. The French snails not only require the freshness of the ingredients, but also control the taste of the chef, which is a huge challenge.

Because we need to use mustard and spices to maintain the balance of taste, but mustard is often the key to destroy this dish.

The cooking is even more commonplace. Although it's a snail, the meat quality is definitely not generally tender. The control of the cooking temperature is the key to a dish, and this is also the point that many people can't achieve the ultimate.

But Muqiu really won't worry about this kind of thing. He has a system of blessing. All these operations are like conditioned reflexes. They all appear in Muqiu's hands.

"My God, what does this Muqiu do? He's so busy. Has he gone back to practice this every day?"

"It's no good. The old man on the other side is going to lose. I think."

"Forget it, Muqiu's hand is fast at most. If you want to win, it's still far away.".