After the Black Goat was slaughtered, Richie carried the washed goat into the barbecue area that was covered by wooden boards. The guys at Richie's Barbecue Shop stepped aside. This was a duel between two people, and the atmosphere was tense. Heat was rising from behind the planks, and Richie could be seen already starting to bake.
Everyone's eyes also turned to Mag who was aside. He did not cover the grill, but he sprinkled some unknown seasonings on the cut beef, kneaded it, and put it aside. At this time, He was mixing something with a pile of bottles and jars of spices and condiments with a serious look on his face.
"What is the owner of Maimi's restaurant doing? Why doesn't he start grilling meat?"
"Yes, it looks like they are mixing something, but does barbecue require a lot of seasonings? It doesn't seem like a wise choice to waste so much time on it, right?"
"You don't understand. Boss Mai is a genius. He was born to subvert. Everything that is unreasonable is reasonable for him. Otherwise, how could he make so many delicious foods? Look at his serious and meticulous expression. This step is definitely important.”
As time goes by, the aroma of barbecue is overflowing from Richie's place, but Mag is still mixing spices, which makes people a little confused. However, most of the regular customers of Mai Mi's restaurant are still full of confidence. Ge's cooking skills are almost fanatically admired.
"He seems to be mixing the sauce, but isn't the most important thing about barbecue the taste of the meat? All spices can only be auxiliary, the lighter the better, so that the original aroma of the barbecue can be brought into full play." Charles watched Mag frowned and said, as a senior chef who has been amazing at barbecue for more than 20 years, he still thinks that he has quite profound insights into barbecue. Some people can't understand Mag's current behavior, wasting so much time in such an important duel. , obviously not a wise choice.
In a duel, chefs usually try to finish cooking first, because the late dishes may lower the score due to some additional factors after the judges have tasted the former dishes. Once the taste is not outstanding enough, they will often be compared.
Mag cut the meat into small cubes, which was obviously easier to cook than Richie's roasted whole lamb, but he didn't even light the fire yet, but wasted a lot of time on the seasoning. This approach was very important in the duel. Seems a little silly.
"I hope this guy won't waste high-end ingredients like Iron Barbarian Beef, otherwise I will definitely criticize this arrogant chef who wastes ingredients." Feipiter looked at Mag and thought to himself.
"Remove the boards." Half an hour later, Rich's voice rang out from the wooden boards. The guys from Rich's Barbecue Restaurant swarmed over and removed the wooden boards covering the surroundings of the oven, revealing the large black oven inside.
Richie, who was sweating profusely, stood in front of the semi-enclosed large oven, turning the torsion bar so that the roasted goat, which had begun to turn golden brown, kept turning in the oven, and the rich aroma also followed the withdrawal of the baffle. Spread out all of a sudden.
"It smells so good! The smell of this barbecue makes me feel like I could eat a whole roasted lamb!"
The eyes of the onlookers lit up, and they were all attracted by the rich aroma of barbecue.
"The fat man Rich's cooking skills seem to have improved, and this oven is also interesting. It only takes half an hour to roast a whole lamb. It can emit such a fragrance. It should be ready in less than half an hour. It's over." Feipiter looked at Richie in surprise, and then looked at Mag who was still motionless. He couldn't help but shook his head. This guy wouldn't just give up, would he?
Hearing the words of the onlookers, Richie also had a proud smile on his face. He wiped the sweat on his forehead with a towel and turned to look at Mag, wanting to see his progress. When he saw him, He just put down the seasoning spoon in his hand and couldn't help but froze for a moment after the grill didn't even start to fire. He then showed a somewhat sarcastic smile. It seemed that the calmness this guy showed before was completely bluffing, and he might not be there at all. Knowing how to cook barbecue, there seems to be no suspense in today's showdown.
Putting down the third sauce bowl, Mag also had a bit of a smile on his face. Although this was a challenge, he still had a little blueprint of his own in mind and took this opportunity to hold a new product launch. Yes, showing the three flavors of grilled beef skewers is obviously a good choice.
Looking up at Richie with a proud smile and the heavy oven, Mag raised his eyebrows. It took a lot of time to prepare the sauce. It seemed that he needed to hurry up.
Reaching out and pulling out a bamboo skewer about 30 centimeters long from the basket on the side, Mag picked up the marinated beef and began to string it on the bamboo skewer. Three pieces of beef were placed on one bamboo skewer, about two centimeters apart and set aside. Reserve, and soon there was a pile of meat skewers on the plate.
"Eh? What are you doing, Boss Mai? Why are you skewering the beef? Is this another subversive barbecue method?"
"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen such kebabs. Will it be delicious?"
"There are only three in a bunch, which is a bit stingy. I'm still looking forward to the roasted whole lamb. The aroma is getting stronger and stronger. I'll go to the Qi BBQ restaurant there to try it tomorrow."
"There is not much time left for Boss Mai. Can he finish it in about the same time as Boss Rich? If it is delayed for too long, it will be very detrimental to him."
Everyone looked at Mag with some curiosity. His method of grilling meat was completely different from their inherent way of grilling meat. Some people began to show some concern.
"Father will definitely win!" Amy said confidently, holding the ugly duckling and sitting on the small bench she moved.
"Please, the boss must win." Yabei Mia clenched her fists nervously.
"Amy, throw a small fireball over here and help me make this charcoal fire red." Making skewers of meat, Mag turned around and waved to Amy. Making charcoal fire is a very time-consuming thing, so Mag decided to find a trick. After all, it was not good to be too slow than the opponent. It would be embarrassing if the judges were all full.
"Okay." Amy nodded, stood up and threw a small fireball into the grill. The black charcoal instantly burned red.
"Stop it." Mag snapped his fingers. As soon as Amy stopped her hand, the flames instantly subsided. The smokeless carbon in the grill just burned to its optimal state, and there was still a faint fragrance of pine smoke.
"Grandstanding, I'm almost over, you've just started, let's see how you can compete with me!" Richie brushed the roasted goat with another layer of oil, turned it a few more times, and then slowly pulled out the grill. A roasted goat with golden and crispy skin is officially baked.
