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Hearing Peels' words, Mr. Watson stepped forward, preparing to use the knife and fork placed beside his plate to separate the drunk prawns. biquge. info

"Hmph, even with such standards, you are still considered a judge. Aiya, such a delicious and tasty dish of Drunken Shrimp is such a waste." Guo Que didn't say anything. A middle-aged man in slovenly clothes, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, said softly from below the stage.

The middle-aged man's words caused Watson to start trembling. John Doyle was Michelin's only three star chef, and he disappeared from the United States three years ago for some reason. He did not expect to meet him here today, and since others did not know who he was, how could Watson not recognize him?

"I'm afraid only you in the Hilton Hotel are qualified to taste this dish!" Guo said to John Doyle with a smile, "I hope to talk to Mister after the fighting is over."

"I am just a second-rate chef who has lost his sense of taste. However, the fighting kitchen today is quite interesting. Haha, after you finish, I will come and find you." John Doyle took a swig at the bottle.

The eight judges picked up the Drunken Shrimp from the plate and put it into their mouths with a hint of disdain.

"I thought it would be delicious, but the taste is average too. Compared to Ma Ke." A middle-aged man beside Watson said in a disdainful tone as he chewed it. However, before he could finish his sentence, he couldn't utter another word.

The other seven judges were not much better than he was. Madam Susan had already stood up in excitement and was about to snatch the remaining Drunken Shrimp. However, Watson had already grabbed a corner of the plate.

"I've lost. I wholeheartedly acknowledge my defeat." At first, Ma Ke still had a glimmer of hope for a comeback, but now that there were only these seven words, he was glad that they had tasted his salted prawns. Until now, he also believed that his salted prawns would definitely be able to enter into the Michelin world's delicious dishes, but he knew that the salted and drunk prawns cooked by this Chinese chef were far above his salted prawns.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe everyone has a conclusion regarding the two dishes. We will first invite the chef back to prepare for the third round of the competition." He naturally knew that Guo Xie had won this fight. There were still three more rounds left, and he was looking forward to them more and more.

"Damn Chinese, David, we can't let that Chinese win the match. Losing money is a small matter. If the head chef of Hilton Hotel loses to a Chinese, all of Hilton's face will be thrown away." At the highest level of the Hilton Hotel, an old man in his fifties shouted into the phone. On the other side of the phone was David, one of the main members of the American Discipline Team.

"I'm watching the live broadcast and I'm afraid Hilton Hotel has already lost two matches. That Chinese is a follower of the Chinese superpower team, we can't act rashly right now. We can only hope that the remaining three chefs can win this match." The matter at your Hilton Hotel has nothing to do with me. The Chinese have always been mysterious, so now is not the time to reveal their identity.

The old man from the Hilton Hotel threw his wine cup on the ground and dialed another number. Only then did the old man's expression improve a little.

The third match was between Guo Xie and the Italian chef named Hilgai. The two of them had already started, the one competing was the soup, Hilgai looked at Guo Xie with a smile, he did not believe that there would be anyone in the world who would taste better when concocting soup, not to mention the Chinese taste was very different from the European and American taste, he had the absolute advantage this time.

When he saw Hilde make the seafood soup, he was not worried at all that he would lose. The Chinese cuisine was profound, all those years ago, there were so many dishes that paid attention to the order of order. The first dish was meat, the second dish would be vegetables or sweets, and if one did not even know this principle, then even the ingredients that were made in the most delicious way would not be a top chef.

In an hour, the biggest casino in Las Vegas had already changed the odds to 1: 3, but there was still a large amount of money coming in from China, betting on the victory of China's Godly Chef.

"Hmph, a bunch of crazy guys who want money." The head of the Las Vegas casino looked at the Chinese Godly Chef's increasing stakes and said with squinted eyes. Just now, he received a call from the owner of the Hilton Hotel, so he already had a plan.

An hour and a half later, Hillgate's Nine Treasures Sea Fresh Soup arrived in front of the judges. Piradero squinted as he looked at the seafood soup in front of him, he could neither go down nor sit here, but he could not leave now, if he went away, then it would be like what Little Lingmo had said, he was just a tailor, and would have a great influence not only on himself, but also on the Peel family's brand.

"Although I don't know which chef this dish came from, I still want to have a taste." No one said anything. Pilkadro smiled and said that he had already filled a small bowl, followed by the other eight judges.

"Delicious. Truly delicious. This soup has at least seven different types of rare and precious ingredients added into it. The flavors fuse together and are extremely delicious." Pircadero said as he scooped another bowl for himself. But looking at the other eight judges, his expression darkened. Could it be that these people were not drinking the same thing as him? How could they have such expressions?

"Mrs. Susan, Mr. Watson, don't you want to evaluate this delicacy?" Peters asked in a low voice.

"I think we should finish the other chef's soup first before coming to a conclusion." He drank this soup. Delicious? He looked at Mrs. Susan as if she were feeling the same way he was, and frowned.

"Damn it, it must be the Drunken Shrimp. How could I have forgotten about this?" Hill Gai came back to his senses abruptly and ferociously smacked his head.