Chapter 1144

"This must be the peak of soup, the peak beyond." Feipeter praised, holding a small bowl and drinking the soup carefully, for fear of spilling a little.

"It's incredible that Mr. feipeter, who is famous for his poisonous tongue, should give such an evaluation." People were surprised when they heard the speech, and those who are familiar with the style of Fei Peter's food review feel even more incredible.

"See, I said that boss Mai would definitely win. Last night, I tasted the delicious food of the Buddha jumping over the wall. It's so delicious." Harrison said with a smug face to the noodle beside him, his face full of smug.

Proud of the fanaticism for a long time, the fan gave a cold hum, obviously guilty and said: "hum, there are still three people. It's not sure who will win."

"It seems that Mr. McGonagall's new product has made outstanding innovation." Robert's eyes are bright, too.

During this period of time, there have been many phenomena of imitating and learning the cooking methods of Maimi restaurant and developing new dishes and delicacies in the city of chaos.

The food industry of chaotic city, which has been stagnated for several years, has entered an era of blooming flowers.

Although there is no amazing and phenomenal food yet, this phenomenon is very good. For diners, it is also full of surprises. More and more new dishes can be found on the menu.

Dancing alone, leading the trend of food, which has never appeared in the history of chaotic city, or even in the history of Nolan, Mr. McGonagall may become a man who is recorded in history because of food.

He picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup and fed it to his mouth. His eyes became more and more bright. The delicious soup was full of meat flavor, but it was not greasy at all. The clear sense of hierarchy was amazing. If he wanted to analyze the taste one by one, there were too many, even many that he had never met.

After swallowing the Buddha, Robert said with a smile: "it seems that the next food list will change again."

Elvis also drank a mouthful of soup, and the delicious food of Buddha leaping over the wall bloomed in his mouth, which had a strong impact on him, making him show his surprise.

"The younger generation is formidable." Elvis looked at McGonagall and exclaimed in his heart that in the original meat ranking, he also ranked McMillan in the first place, which brought him a great shock, whether it was braised meat or Beijing roast duck.

McGonagall's culinary skills and unique culinary thinking have far surpassed the chefs of this era, including those old guys who have been immersed in the kitchen for decades.

"If this soup appears in the Palace Banquet of the king of the Los Empire, it will also be the best dish for the Palace Banquet. I admire Mr. McGonagall's understanding and innovation of cooking." Elvis looked at McGonagall and exclaimed.

"The old man is flattered." McGonagall said modestly.

"Does the president mean that boss Mai's Buddha jumping wall is going to the top?"

"Mr. Elvis just said that the river fresh soup is expected in the future, but now Mr. Mai's Fotiao wall is the best Palace Banquet on the spot! Is the gap too obvious? "

"Although there is no final vote yet, it seems that the situation has completely reversed?"

"Ha ha, the strength of boss Mai is not boastful."

There was a lot of discussion among the onlookers.

Sith was holding the bowl in his hand, and his face was a little pale.

"Old... Boss, we, we won't lose, will we?" The bald man looked worried, looked at Sith and asked in a low voice. He was not proud and confident before.

"Unexpectedly high evaluation, and interestingly, the ingredients of each judge's bowl are different in the same bowl of soup. According to the rules just now, I'll try the meat in the soup first. How does it taste?" Randy put the previously peeled shrimp back into the river fresh soup, picked up the spoon and fished out a piece of meat from the bowl, "it seems that this is a piece of chicken, the soup does have a strong flavor of chicken soup, but I don't know what kind of flavor the chicken will be after a long time of cooking."

Randy said and fed the chicken into his mouth.

When cooking meat, the most important thing is to control the temperature. If the cooking time is too long, the meat will easily turn into firewood, or the meat will lose its chewiness and taste because it is too soft and rotten.

As an exquisite carnivore, Randy's demand for meat is almost abnormal. In order to find a satisfactory meat, he carried a backpack almost all over the continent of Nolan, which is the reason why he was able to become the youngest specialist of carnivorism in just one year.

Readers often say that his writing has a soul, a real carnivore.

According to his experience, meat cooked for a long time has lost its flavor and texture.

He opened the chicken in one bite. Instead of the expected taste of rotten wood, it had just the right tenderness and softness. What's more, it was followed by a strong meat flavor.

Not only the flavor of chicken, but also the aroma of wine, seafood, fungi, and all kinds of meat have been mixed together. It's perfectly soaked in chicken. It tastes delicious, tastes rotten but not rotten, and has endless aftertaste.

Randy felt that his scalp had begun to numb, which had completely overturned his understanding of meat. He had never met such food.

The taste buds are already crazy, welcoming this wonderful carnival, almost chewing their own tongue.

Swallow a piece of chicken, full of endless feeling.

"I can't find any words to describe this feeling. Even compared with the meat I used to taste, this meat can be ranked in the top three. What's more incredible is that I met it in a bowl of soup. The world is so crazy Randy looked at McGonagall in admiration and said with a smile, "I think I already know what to write in this month's column, Mr. McGonagall. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." McGonagall nodded slightly. What he didn't like most is these so-called food critics. I wish you become chefs in your next life.

Randy looked back, scooped up a piece of transparent shark fin with a spoon, looked at it for a while, and tried to feed it to his mouth.

The smooth and tender shark's fin almost glides into the mouth. The shark's fin soaked in the soup has a very wonderful taste and taste, which brings a completely different experience from chicken.

The five judges are all savoring a small bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall, while the big bowl of river fresh soup on one side is completely ignored.

"Ding." First he touched the bottom with his spoon, raised his head and lifted the small bowl, poured the last few drops of soup into his mouth, put down the bowl, looked at McGonagall and said, "boss McGonagall, have another bowl!"