"Miss Nancy's exclamation was so crisp!"
"Miss Nancy sighed, Hades is stable!"
"Miss Nancy had a cold face throughout the whole process. She didn't expect to succeed at the grilled lamb chops. Looking at her intoxicated expression, is it really so delicious?"
The barrage flooded the screen like crazy, and there was an extremely lively discussion about Nancy's failure in grilling lamb chops.
"No way? Is this newcomer really that strong?" The director looked a little weird and glanced at Nancy who was intoxicated in eating lamb chops. He made a few corrections on the script with the pen in his hand and fell into deep thought.
The other judges also started to try the grilled lamb chops.
Old Hunter put on disposable gloves and directly grabbed the mutton chops that were as thick as a child's arm. He first pinched the mutton with his fingers. The skin was slightly hard but the meat was still soft, and then he took a bite.
Under the crispy and fragrant skin, the fat and tender lamb is splashing with oil and water. The slight spiciness has penetrated into the meat, with the fragrance of fruit wood charcoal fire. The salty sauce brings a rich taste to the lamb, clinging to the lamb bones. The fascia brings a layered texture to chewing, which is oily but not greasy.
"This lamb chop is amazing!"
Old Hunter's eyes widened a bit, and he praised with a glossy mouth. He couldn't wait to make other remarks, so he took another bite of the mutton chops, chewing them carefully, his eyes slightly shushed, and he looked intoxicated.
"Is it that exaggerated?" David glanced sideways at Old Hunter, and then looked at Nancy, who had previously taken a small bite and held up her chopsticks, but was now feasting. She also cut a piece of lamb chop with a knife and endured it. The repulsion in my heart towards direct roasting over charcoal fire was fed into my mouth.
"Well--"
As soon as the mutton entered his mouth, David's eyes widened.
The rich fat between the mutton bursts in your mouth, and the crispy skin is the perfect match for the seasoning.
With that bite, he saw the vigorous sheep running wildly on the grassland, which were the elves on the grassland. He saw the red charcoal fire, the aroma of fruit trees quietly blooming in the burning, and saw the ancestors roasting on the fire. Food scenes.
Everything was like a dream, subverting his thinking.
This kind of deliciousness is explosive, making people unable to resist and unable to resist.
As one of the top gourmets in the underground city, he has tasted almost all the delicacies cooked by famous chefs.
He served as a judge for the two world chef competitions. To be honest, most of the contestants had limited abilities and there was a gap between them and the real masters. For example, Iman's steamed yellow arowana was quite different from Julian's.
He would say some beautiful words for the sake of the show's effect.
But this mutton chop, like a thunderous explosion, occupied a special area in his heart.
Yes, for him, this is undoubtedly an amazing delicacy, a dish that can be ranked in the same order as the specialty dishes of top masters!
"I think I might have been wrong before, so wrong." David raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and then took another tearful bite, "It tastes so delicious——"
The judges were so obsessed with eating grilled lamb chops that they forgot to comment. This situation has never happened in the King of Chef competition.
"I, David, will never eat a bite of charcoal-grilled lamb chops even if I starve to death today! Hmm...it tastes so delicious!"
"Large face slap scene!"
"I'm so greedy. Is there a restaurant in Tucker City that serves charcoal grilled lamb chops?"
“It may not be there today, but it will definitely be there tomorrow.”
The audience in front of the screen almost cried.
In the Twin Towers Building, Akali was sitting on the sofa, swallowing her saliva, and giving instructions to the secretary beside her: "Didn't Brother Hades just grilled twelve lamb chops? They ate ten, and there were two left. Gen, go get it for me.”
"Miss, this..." The secretary looked embarrassed, "After all, this is the McCarthy family's program, and Miss Nancy is in charge. I'm afraid it's not easy for us to say hello."
"It's hard to say hello, so go grab it. Mocha Building is not a Twin Towers Building." Akali said matter-of-factly.
"It is safe to invade the Mocha Building, but... after all, this is a live broadcast that more than one billion people are watching, and it may have a bad impact." The secretary reminded carefully, sweat had begun to form on her forehead, and she really didn't want to I dare to imagine how angry the master would be if something like this really happened.
Akali glanced at her, thought seriously for a while and said, "Forget it, I'll just send Nancy a message. She should give me some face."
"That couldn't be better." The secretary said with a compliment, but secretly complained in his heart, it's strange that Miss Nancy would give you face!
Seeing that everyone was admiring the grilled lamb chops, Julian also started to cut a piece of lamb.
Cut open the mutton with a sharp knife, and the oil and juice visible to the naked eye overflow from the cross section. The shimmering light will greatly increase your appetite. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is undoubtedly the best state of roasted lamb.
Hades uses the most primitive charcoal oven. It does not have precise temperature control and the temperature changes are difficult to control, but it can grasp the most suitable heat, which is really rare.
The mutton is fed into your mouth, the crispy skin is wrapped in the tender mutton, and the aroma of charcoal fire is sandwiched in it. It is so unique and distinct that other grilling methods have never had.
Judging from the condition of the mutton, Hades's control of the heat was perfect. If it was roasted a little more, it would be too old, and if it was grilled a little less, it would be too greasy. It was just right.
Precise kitchen utensils provide chefs with many conveniences and greatly lower the threshold for chefs. For example, the most difficult to control the heat can be solved by timing. Even the seasoning spoon comes with its own weighing device.
When he was learning to cook, his master specially gave him a set of old-fashioned kitchen utensils, with all automated parts removed, just so that he could master cooking by himself instead of relying entirely on fully automated kitchen utensils.
Hundreds of years later, he became the chef of Tucker Hotel. Except for the occasional distinguished guests, he was rarely busy in the kitchen.
Nowadays, chefs can rely on precise kitchen utensils to steadily prepare their specialty dishes, with slight differences that ordinary guests cannot taste.
Iman is undoubtedly the best among them, his most proud disciple.
But the mutton chops in front of him made him fall into memories.
Those days when I was scolded by the stern master, those days when I was sweating profusely in the simple kitchen, those days when I was overjoyed because of some progress in my cooking skills.
Those past persistence seemed to be forgotten by him.
After swallowing the mutton, a stream of heat slid down his throat, and then ignited his heart.
It's been many years, right? His cooking skills haven't improved in many years, right?
Did the mentality of being content with the status quo destroy him after all? This is really bad.
Julian put down his knife and fork, also put on his gloves, picked up the whole mutton chop and started to chew on it.
Gorge yourself on the meat, this is the right way to eat lamb chops.
