Vanessa looked at Harry and Mag carefully. Although it seemed a bit inappropriate to say this in this atmosphere, she really wanted to try out the beautiful 18-year-old girl's skirt and the couple's lungs that were not inferior to the hotpot hairy belly. Film.
If she missed it, she would definitely regret it.
"Of course, little girl, this is what I promised you just now." Harry said with a smile, looking at Mag, "Little friend, you don't mind, right?"
"Miss Windsor is a regular customer of the restaurant, so naturally I won't mind." Mag said with the same smile.
"Isn't this too happy? This is equivalent to the sixth judge."
The audience looked at Vanessa with envy, wishing they could step forward to take her place and taste the deliciousness of these two dishes for themselves.
"Thank you." Vanessa thanked her happily. When she came to the judges' table, she bowed slightly to the judges, then took a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a piece of white radish, and cut it into diamond-shaped radish pieces. It looks crystal clear, like crystal, with a light fragrance.
"What a beautiful radish." Vanessa sighed, then fed the radish to her mouth.
"Click."
There was a crisp sound, and the sweet and sour radish pieces were very crisp. The sweetness of the radish and the slightly sour sauce perfectly blended, awakening the taste buds at once, and making it refreshing and appetizing. It perfectly met all her imagination of a cold appetizer.
Of course, the most important thing is this beautiful appearance. Even if the hem of the skirt has been eaten away, it does not affect the beauty of the skirt at all. It is like a short skirt that has been cut short, which is another feeling. It is pleasing to the eye.
"This is the most beautiful, refreshing and delicious cold dish I have ever tasted." Vanessa looked back at Harry with a look of joy on her face.
Harry smiled and expressed satisfaction with Vanessa's comments.
"Now, let me try the couple's lung slices." Vanessa's eyes fell on the side of the plate of husband and wife's lung slices, which had only half a plate left. Several judges were a little reluctant to part with it after hearing that she wanted to taste it. Stopping the chopsticks, she looked like she had eaten five or six pieces.
Bright red oil is the most beautiful color in her eyes. After her teeth healed, she became addicted to spicy hot pot and couldn't help herself. If she didn't eat hot pot for a day, she would feel uncomfortable all over. She is famous in the hot pot circle because of her love for abnormal spicy food. , known as the little pepper.
She likes this nickname and feels full of accomplishment. No one has ever given her a nickname since she was a child.
"Beef tripe!" Vanessa's eyes were fixed on the only piece of tripe left. She eagerly picked it up with her chopsticks and looked at it carefully in front of her eyes.
The bright red oil is the most beautiful coating, and the tripe with dense mesh looks quite beautiful, exuding an alluring spicy taste.
"It tastes different from the hot pot tripe, but it's equally tempting." Vanessa muttered, then fed the tripe into her mouth with a solemn expression.
The familiar red oil taste is naturally much milder than the abnormally spicy one, but the spiciness is not weak and still strong.
Her eyes lit up as her teeth bit open the tripe and the feedback from the teeth bounced.
Different from the thin and crispy tripe, the slightly thicker tripe has a surprising texture, is crispy and elastic, and brings a wonderful chewing experience.
The braised beef tripe has a stronger aroma than hairy tripe, and the more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes.
Vanessa felt that the world suddenly became quiet, leaving her alone, enjoying the happiness brought by chewing tripe.
"Gulu."
When people looked at Vanessa with a happy face, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva and feel a little upset.
"This is really tripe that can stand on the same level as hot pot tripe. It's so delicious that I don't know what words to use to describe it. It's just like... just like..." Vanessa opened her eyes and looked at The people with expectant faces thought about it for a while with flushed faces, and then their eyes lit up and they said: "Just like a hairy belly!"
Everyone burst into laughter. What a beautiful and lovely girl.
Vanessa stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, but this was the only adjective she could find.
After eating a piece of hairy tripe, Vanessa put down her chopsticks very thoughtfully and retreated into the crowd. Anyway, as long as a new product is released, Boss Mai can't hide it and eat it all at once when the new product is released.
However, before leaving, she couldn't help but look at Mag curiously and asked: "Boss Mai, there is no husband and wife in this couple's lung slices, and there is no lung slices, why do you use this name?"
After hearing this, everyone looked at Mag with curiosity. This was also a question that made everyone curious.
Although regular customers of Mai Mi Restaurant know that Boss Mai has always chosen strange dish names, such as Peking duck and Yangzhou fried rice, which are completely incomprehensible, but this time it was a bit too outrageous.
"Just like the bass buckle can catch any fish except bass, there is no fish in the fish-flavored eggplant. The name of the dish of husband and wife lung slices has its own reason." Mag said with a smile.
"Oh." Vanessa responded thoughtfully. There is indeed no fish in the fish-flavored eggplant.
"Congratulations, little friend, you won the second game." Harry looked at Mag and said openly.
"Concession." McGonagall cupped her hand and did not look down upon Harry in the slightest. He could win this round. The strong flavor of the husband and wife's lung slices played a decisive role. If it were replaced by a cold dish with the same light taste, the eighteen-year-old girl would win. With the skirt beads and jade in front, he estimated that it would be colder than the cold dish.
Harry's disciples looked at Mag with slightly nervous expressions.
Although they had great confidence in their master, the strength displayed by this young chef really surprised them.
It's not that they have too much burden, but that in today's duel, Mag has raised the stakes. If their master loses...
"Second senior brother, if Master loses, should we call him Grand Master?" the younger junior brother asked with a worried look on his face.
"Judging from the seniority, it is indeed like this." The senior brother nervously began to pick his nose again.
"Now that we each win one game, the outcome of the third game of Soup Battle will determine the outcome of our duel today." Harry looked at Mag with a smile, "No matter who loses this game, you or me. Today in the competition, we must establish a master-disciple relationship. If you become my master, what are you going to teach me?"
Mag thought for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the plate beside him, and said, "I can teach you how to make this couple's lung slices."
This is probably the dish with the easiest ingredients to obtain. As for the process, there is no problem at all for a chef of Harry's level.
"In that case, even if I lose this third game, it still feels like I've earned it." Harris smiled, his eyes gradually becoming firmer and said: "However, I will still go all out in this game. If I win Now, you can learn any dish I know from me."
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