Chapter 1475 I Don't Know Which Poor Couple Was Murdered

"Practicality is the most important thing in knife skills. These potato cubes in Harley seem ordinary and chaotic, but they have included all the changes. No matter what dish you want to make, you can choose from them and match them with the best cutting method." Jie Free raised his hand and pointed to Harry, "I vote for him."

"3:2, Master Haris won!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

However, this result is not too unexpected. This is a wonderful duel of knife skills. The two interpreted their exquisite knife skills in different styles.

However, for the regular customers of Mai Mi restaurant, it is still not easy to accept that Boss Mai lost.

"Little friend, it seems that I won the first game." Hasui looked at McGonagall with a smile.

Mag nodded slightly, approving the result.

Although he has already used his knife skills to the extreme, as Jeffrey said, the skills shown by Harris represent comprehensiveness and practicality, which means returning to the basics.

As for his level, he himself knows that he can bring out the best of the dishes he has learned in the God of Cooking Trial Field, but if it is a dish that he has not learned, he cannot guarantee that his knife skills can achieve the desired effect, which is why It is the gap between him and Harry.

"The boss actually lost." Yabei Mia was a little disappointed. She had never seen the boss lose before.

"It seems that this chef is indeed very good." Phyllis looked at Harris nervously. If Mag loses, will they lose their jobs collectively?

For a moment, everyone in Mamy Restaurant became a little nervous.

"It's okay, but it's just the first round. The boss can't lose to anyone in cooking." Elizabeth said calmly.

"But, does the boss have any special cold dishes?" Yabei Mia asked a little worried: "In my impression, he doesn't seem to have made cold dishes yet, and there is no such thing as cold dishes on the menu, right?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and suddenly realized the seriousness of this problem.

Harry looked at McGonagall and said, "Since my friend has no doubts, our first knife-handling duel has come to an end. I temporarily lead by 1:0, and then we will start the second duel: the cold dish duel. The rules are also very simple, one person cooks a cold dish, and after the referee tastes it, the winner will be decided, what do you think?"

"I agree.

Mag nodded and returned to his stove. The first defeat gave him a sense of crisis and allowed him to see the true strength of the world's top chef.

Exquisite knife skills can be accumulated through decades of hard work, but relying on the chef's proving ground and the experience of top chefs directly instilled, it's like taking a shortcut, getting higher and higher, and the bottom foundation is too much vanity.

Of course, this does not affect him to make delicious food according to the recipe.

For cold dishes, the only choice he has now is couple's lung slices.

This also made him a little thankful, if he hadn't gotten this dish before, then he didn't know how to deal with this situation now.

The audience gradually quieted down. The first knife competition was so exciting, which naturally made people look forward to the second official cooking showdown.

"Okay, before the start of the game, I'm going to recruit a volunteer from the audience." Harry glanced at the crowd, and said with a smile, "The cold dish I'm going to make is called: Eighteen For the girls’ skirt, the ingredients are all ready, but there is an eighteen-year-old girl in a skirt to help with the tray, I wonder if there is any girl who volunteers?”

And this kind of fun?

The crowd suddenly became agitated. Some girls in skirts were eager to try, but they were too shy to come out.

"me!"

Vanessa raised her hand and signaled loudly.

"Miss... Miss, you are only sixteen years old, not yet eighteen." Luo pulled her skirt and reminded her in a low voice.

"It's okay, if you don't tell me, uncle doesn't tell, who knows." Vanessa quickly replied in a low voice, her hands still held high.

"Okay, then please invite some beautiful girl to come forward." Harry's eyes fell on Vanessa, and he waved with a smile.

Vanessa walked forward happily, bowed slightly to Harry, and said happily, "I am your loyal fan. I have read all the challenge records about you, and I am very curious about your building block food."

"Look at this little mouth, it looks like it has been smeared with honey, and you will be allowed to eat with the judges later." Hasui laughed until his eyes disappeared.

"Thank you." Vanessa said happily, turned around, blinked at Mag, and mouthed "Come on."

"Duke, is it too high-profile for Miss?" Laura asked a little worried.

"It's okay, this is what she should do at her age. She has been suppressed for too long, and it's time for her to release it." Abraham smiled and looked at Vanessa. In a few days, her brother will die. It's time to come and take her back, there are not many such opportunities.

The girls in the crowd who missed the opportunity couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and missed the opportunity to taste delicious food with the judges after a little hesitation.

People's eyes fell on Mag one after another, wondering if Mag would also need help, such an opportunity must not be missed.

Mag glanced at Vanessa, then his eyes fell on the audience present, and he said calmly: "The cold dish I'm going to make is: Husband and wife lung slices, do you have..."

"Me, me, me!" Before McGonagall finished speaking, Georgie squeezed out of the crowd holding Miranda's hand.

"Husband... Husband and wife lung slices?"

Does Boss Mai need a couple of volunteers to donate their lungs for this dish?

The audience was suddenly silent, and everyone looked at Georgie and the Miranda couple strangely.

And some audiences who came with couples quickly let go of each other's hands, kept a little distance, and pretended that they were not husband and wife, so as not to be taken from the scene.

"Then what..." Georgie was also a little aware of the seriousness of the problem, and ran out in a hurry to get a chance to try it. Unexpectedly, Miranda fell into the water now, and looked at Mag with a bitter face and said: "Boss Mai, my lungs should be pretty big, why don't you cut them less? Just cut mine?"

"No, I've already prepared the ingredients." Mag shook his head.

"hiss"

Everyone present took a breath, and looked at Mag in horror, wondering which poor couple fell into his hands and was murdered.

"Little friend, the name of your dish is interesting." Harry also looked at Mag with some surprise. He thought his 18-year-old girl's dress was coquettish enough, but he still lost out to Mag's bloody style.

"It's getting late, let's start." Mag raised his hand and glanced at his watch. He had to prepare for the business at noon in a while.