The duel event was decided, and Mag set a trap for Harry as he wished, synchronizing with the system's mission, and success or failure depended on this.
If you lose, the punishment according to the system is to call the opponent master anyway. He is fearless.
"Does this little guy want to join my Black Cauldron Gang, become my apprentice, and learn cooking from me?" Harry looked at Mag thoughtfully, and began to wonder if Mag was playing him.
With the help of Mia and the others, Mag also took out all the kitchen utensils and ingredients needed, and placed them on both sides of the judges' seat opposite Harry's kitchen utensils.
"Please give way." When ten o'clock was approaching, Chibman's voice sounded from outside, and the ox cart slowly came forward and then stopped.
Chebman's apprentices hurriedly stepped forward to help unload the goods. There were not many ingredients, and they could barely fill two vegetable baskets, which were all very common dishes.
After the ingredients were placed on the opposite side, Mag raised his hand to glance at his watch and said calmly: "Ten o'clock."
"Okay, then let's compete in the first item - knife skills." Harry didn't hesitate. He took two potatoes from the basket, one of which was placed next to his hand, and the other was pointed directly towards Mag's. Throwing it in the direction, he continued: "Knife skills are the basic skills of a chef. The saying "seven points of knife skills and three points of heat" fully illustrates the importance of knife skills. Here are two potatoes, one for you and me. The rule is very simple. For three minutes, show off the best knife skills you can on that potato, and the judges will then vote for the potato they think has better knife skills.”
"Okay." McGonagall caught the potatoes that were still a little muddy. She had no doubts about Harry's simple and crude rules. Knife skills are delicate and each chef is different. When comparing them together, It just depends on who is awesome.
The scene gradually became quiet. Everyone looked at the two potatoes held by Mag and Harry and subconsciously held their breath. They all wanted to know what two ordinary potatoes would turn into in their hands. What it looks like.
Mag casually threw the potato upwards, and caught the fat-headed fish with his right hand. The light of the knife flashed, and the potatoes seemed to dance on the tip of the knife. The potato skins with sediment fell down, and in the blink of an eye, one was gone. The peeled potatoes slowly rotated on the tip of the knife.
And all the potato skins fell on a plate below. The thin layer of skin, with almost no adhesion to the potatoes, was extremely complete.
"What a great knife artist!"
The audience couldn't help but admire that this wave of operations was smooth and smooth. Although it was just a skin removal, it already showed technical barriers that cannot be imitated.
"It's interesting." Harry glanced at Mag, the smile on his face had disappeared, his expression was sincere and solemn, he stretched out his hand to grab the saury, put the kitchen knife on the potato, and lightly pushed the potato with his finger, and the potato It spun on the cutting board.
Starting from one end of the potato, a complete and slender potato skin began to grow rapidly. In the blink of an eye, a complete potato with the skin removed appeared on the vegetable mound, and next to it was a complete potato about one centimeter wide. Skin.
"This is probably the so-called operation that the eyes can learn, but certainly cannot do."
The audience looked at this scene with some astonishment.
Both sides show their talents, just peeling potatoes is already amazing.
Mag didn't pay attention to Harry's actions or the voices of the audience. He held the kitchen knife in his hand and only saw the potato in front of him. Although it was a complete potato on the surface, it had been deconstructed in his eyes. After countless attempts, the most dazzling plan was determined.
The knife rises and falls. The seemingly heavy and broad kitchen knife is as fine as an embroidery needle in Mag's hand, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, cutting or whittling, just like a master carving the most exquisite work of art, with such concentration The appearance is touching and unbearable to disturb.
"A serious man, he does look a bit charming." Hill looked at Mag with interest, as if he could imagine that he probably looked like this when he was drawing those precise drawings. Otherwise, for such a huge project, he would be How to do it all by one person.
"No wonder Mr. Mag grew up so quickly. Such concentration is really rare for a chef." Robert also looked at Mag with admiration.
Jeffrey also frowned slightly and looked at Mag. Some information he received showed that the relationship between Boss Mag and Gloria was somewhat unusual, and perhaps he was the costume designer hidden behind Dailan.
Dailan was able to rise suddenly and become a leader in the fashion world of the city of chaos in just a few months, relying on her unique style of clothes. The clothes that break the shackles of tradition and are full of design are more than three blocks away from the rigid thinking of the old tailors in the chaotic city.
As a businessman who made his fortune in fabric art, he could see through the core of Dailan's rapid growth and high profitability at a glance. The hidden designer was the soul of Dailan.
And this soul is now holding a kitchen knife and carefully cutting potatoes here.
Recently, there are some rumors saying that the boss of Mai is also very close to Hill.
Even he has heard of the name of Maimi's Restaurant, but he doesn't want to lower his status to queue up for a meal, so he hasn't tried it himself yet.
Such a young man with multiple identities did arouse some interest in him, and Mag had once said that he would subvert the Aden Chamber of Commerce, which made him even more interesting.
"Please, the boss must win." Yabei Mia clenched her fists nervously. She no longer believed that Mag could easily defeat Harry.
The expressions of all the girls in the restaurant were a little nervous. This was a battle related to the honor of Maimi Restaurant.
Three minutes flew by in the blink of an eye.
With a clang sounding from the referee's seat, Mag and Harry stopped the knives in their hands almost at the same time.
"What is that? A golden dragon?"
Everyone looked at the potatoes that Mag placed on the plate, which had been carved into a giant dragon with wings spread, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Guests who get closer can clearly see the distinct dragon scales on the dragon's wings, and even the eyes seem to be alive and lifelike, making people feel as if it will fly away from the plate at any time.
The most amazing thing is that Mag used a kitchen knife that was like a brick, and it only took him three minutes to complete such a work that was like a work of art.
On Harry's side, the potatoes were divided into many shapes of different sizes, and were placed on a large open plate. They looked a bit scattered, like children cutting them randomly, and Magna's lifelike giant. Compared with dragons, they are even more different.
"Did Master Harry just give up the first round?"
Everyone couldn't help but think curiously in their hearts.
