"I have a golden finger that won't click anywhere!"
Mag pretended to be profound and recited a rather shameful incantation, and then lightly tapped Chebman's forehead.
The time between the fingers and the eyebrows was less than a second.
Mag took a step back.
Chebman closed his eyes.
Chebman felt a mysterious power suddenly pouring into his mind. Every step of Mag's previous operations and every paragraph of words he said began to appear in his mind. Some things that he had not understood before came to him one after another. It was solved easily and became easy to understand. After a while, I slowly opened my eyes, and it seemed that everything was clear to me.
"Remember?" Mag asked with a smile.
"Yes, I remember everything." Chebman nodded, looking at Mag with some surprise and admiration. He really couldn't understand why Mag lightly tapped his eyebrows with her fingers, and he actually said this I understand the dish thoroughly, as if I have made it many times myself.
"Really remember everything?" Harry looked at Chebman with some doubt. His great apprentice was good at everything, but he was slow to learn everything. Not only was he slow to start, he was also slow to run. The only thing worthy of praise was that There is only stability.
"Yes, Master." Chebman nodded again.
Harry knew that Chebman would never lie, so he couldn't help but glance at Mag's finger with some suspicion. Could this really be a golden finger? Did you learn it just a little bit? However, as a master, he naturally cannot weaken his momentum at this time. He smiled and said: "Okay, in this case, let's have a cooking showdown today, with husband and wife's lung slices as the duel event, and my master will be the referee. , let’s see who makes the couple’s lung slices that are more delicious.”
"Yes." Chebman nodded respectfully and did not refuse again.
"In that case, then let me be the referee for this duel between fellow disciples and master-disciple against each other!"
"First! Never act out of emotion! Second! Never miss a single bad decision! Third! Absolutely fair and beautiful referee! Referee Mag, come and see me! I will be the referee of this duel!" Mag He raised his hand, but unfortunately the revolving lantern did not start running. He had to retract his hand in embarrassment, took two steps back, and gave up the field to Master and Disciple Harry, "The showdown begins!"
"Master is really professional!" Harris and Chibman both looked at him with some sideways glances, but after hearing the duel begin, they officially entered the cooking mode.
The first step is to prepare the ingredients and select the spices needed for the marinade from the hundreds of spice boxes. This will test whether you have listened carefully before and how much you know about these spices.
Harry looked at the spice box and fell into deep thought. His eyes clearly remembered it just now, but now he couldn't recall which box Mag got the spices from. He thought carefully for a while and picked out a few items such as star anise. For spices with such obvious characteristics, the rest can only be distinguished by smell.
On the other side, Chebman randomly grabbed various spices in the spice box and threw them into the pot one by one. His technique was skillful and his movements were freehand, and he seemed to have everything in mind.
"Really?" Harry looked back and saw that Chebman had finished selecting ingredients and started preparing beef and offal.
After hesitating for a while, Harry tilted his head to take a sneak peek.
"Peeping warning!" Mag's serious voice sounded.
"Hehe, I just want to see if this kid is messing around." Harris retracted his head and said with a smile.
Mag's face was expressionless, but his eyes were fixed on Chebman. He also wanted to know how effective the golden finger was and whether it really wouldn't click anywhere.
Harry chose the spices based on his sense of smell. Although he was a little slower, he accurately selected every spice he needed. However, by the time he made the selection, Chebman had already put the meat in the stew pot and started cooking it. .
"Hey, this time the start is not slow at all, it's surprisingly fast." Harry was a little surprised, and became more and more curious about what Mag just ordered for Chebman, and it actually had such a miraculous effect.
"Or is it that the master secretly gave tutoring lessons to the apprentice's apprentice behind his apprentice's back?" Another idea came to Harry's mind, but he quickly dismissed it because they did not have time to commit the crime.
"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would have to be serious about it." Harry sighed, with a serious look on his face. He carefully recalled Mag's previous operation process and began to cook step by step.
Mag stood aside and watched quietly, observing the details of the two people's cooking, but did not make any comments or corrections.
It can be seen that after his guidance, Chibman has done the details very well, and he obviously has a deep understanding of the dish of husband and wife's beef slices.
And Harry, with his superb knife skills and decades of experience as a chef, also showed strong understanding and execution, and the details were impeccable, just because after all, he only watched Mag's operations and explanations once, and he was not able to handle some steps. There will be a pause.
"Slowly, show me your notes." Harris said to Chebman, and explained without blushing: "It's not that I forgot, I just made a little confirmation. This is as a person." You have to learn the most basic serious attitude of a chef."
"Yes, Master." Chebman handed the notebook into Harris's hand with a learned expression.
Mag twitched the corner of his mouth, believing you is evil, old man, very bad.
"To this red oil, first add this... then add this..." Harris carefully flipped through the notebook made by Chibman, while on the other hand, Chibman had poured the boiled red oil into a large bowl for later use.
About half an hour later, Harry poured the boiled red oil on the thinly sliced beef and beef offal, and a red couple's lung slices were completed.
On the other side, Chibman had finished a few minutes early.
Harris took a look at the couple's lung slices made by Chebman. The style was basically the same as his. After all, he was his disciple who raised him. He had the energy of a bull and had honed his knife skills for nearly twenty years. He was better than him. It's just a thin line.
"Why are you a little nervous? You shouldn't be." Harry raised his eyebrows slightly and felt that his heart was starting to speed up.
It’s fine if you lose to Mag. After all, there are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. But if you lose to the apprentice you brought up, the feeling is a bit subtle.
"The cooking is over, now let's move on to the tasting and judging phase." Mag snapped his fingers and signaled the two contestants to bring over the couple's lung slices they had made.
From the appearance point of view, there is almost no difference between the two pieces of husband and wife lung slices. The exquisite knife skills make the thickness of each piece of meat very uniform, and it rotates on the plate like a blooming flower.
What surprised Mag was Chebman's knife skills. He looked a bit dull, but his knife skills were extremely exquisite and impressive. He was only slightly inferior to Harris, but his overall level should be above him.
"Let me have a taste." Mag picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up a piece of beef from Harry's plate.
