Urban Banished Immortal Chapter 353: miscalculation

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After hearing Peles, Mr. Watson stepped forward, preparing to separate the drunk shrimp by Guo Huai with a knife and fork placed next to his plate.

"Huh, this level is still a judge. Hey, such a delicious dish of drunk shrimp is really a waste." Guo Huai did not speak, holding a wine bottle in his hand, wearing a sloppy middle-aged The man said softly.

The words of the middle-aged man made Hua Sheng stunned, and then looked at the audience. The sloppy middle-aged man made him tremble, John Doyle, the only super Samsung chef in Michelin three years ago, I didn't know what the reason was, but it disappeared in United States. I didn't expect to encounter it here today. If someone doesn't know him, how could Watson not know him?

"Mr. Watson, I did not expect to recognize me. If you cut this sauce drunk shrimp directly with a knife and fork in your hand, it will definitely affect the taste of this dish. If you want to really enjoy this dish Delicious, I think let this Chinese chef cook to help you. "John Doyle said with a smile, everyone put their eyes on Guo Huai.

Guo Huai raised his thumb to John Doyle, then a shell of the Mediterranean lobster just appeared in his hand, and he struck the prawn with lightning for more than ten times, then gently pulled the table, and he was completely intoxicated. The shrimps are all spread out.

"I'm afraid that only you in the entire Hilton Hotel are qualified to taste this sauce drunk shrimp!" Guo Huai said to John Doyle with a smile. "After the chef is over, I hope to talk to Mr."

"I'm just a second-rate cook who loses his sense of taste, but today's cooking is interesting, haha, I will come to you when your cooking is over." So, John Doyle binged at the wine bottle. Big mouth.

At this time, the eight judges in the jury seat looked even uglier. They even thought that if this dish tasted similar to the drunk shrimp mark just now, they would directly judge Guo Huai to lose, to see when he could still be arrogant.

The eight judges picked up the drunk shrimp on the plate and put it into their mouths with a trace of disdain.

"I thought it was delicious, and the taste was average, compared to Mark ..." said a middle-aged man around Watson who chewed a piece more disdainfully, but he hadn't finished speaking, he would never again There was no sound.

The other seven judges are not much better than him. Mrs. Susan has stood up excitedly, reaching out to grab the remaining sauce drunk shrimp, but this time Watson has reached out and grabbed a corner of the dinner plate, The two did not give in to each other.

"As a judge, I think I need to eat another piece." Just as Watson and Susan snatched, an old man standing between them had inserted a fork on a piece of shrimp, and then Susan He Huasheng also reacted, of course, there are several other judges. After a while, the plate was no longer shrimp, and even a judge reached out and wiped the remaining sauce on the plate, extremely wickedly sucking himself Fingers.

"I lost, I was convinced." Mark saw the scene on the judges' bench, and originally had a hint of overturning hope, but now there are only seven words like this, he is thankful that several people tasted his sauce first Shrimp, he also thinks that his sauce shrimp can definitely enter the Michelin delicious recipes, but he knows that the sauce drunk shrimp made by this Chinese chef is far above his sauce shrimp.

"Several people, I believe everyone has a final conclusion on the two dishes. We will first ask the chef to go back and prepare for the third match." Pers said with a smile, he naturally knew that this match Guo Huai Winning, there are three matches, he is more and more looking forward to.

"Damn Huaxia, David, can't let that Huaxia win the game. Losing money is a trivial matter. If the Hilton hotel chef loses to a Huaxia, Hilton's face will be lost." Hilton Hotel At the highest level, an old man over half a year shouted at the phone, and the phone was officially one of the main members of the United States special ability group this time, David.

“I ’m watching the live broadcast. I ’m afraid the Hilton Hotel has lost two games now. That Chinese person is a follower of the Chinese special ability team. We ca n’t rush out now. We only expect the remaining three chefs to win. It's a fight. "David said with a smile, your Hilton hotel matter, what matters to me, Chinese people have always been mysterious, it is not the time to reveal their identity.

The old man at the top of the Hilton Hotel dropped his wine glass on the ground, and then dialed another phone call. The old man ’s face looked better.

The third match was Guo Huai against the chef Italy named Hilgai. The two of them had already started. This time it was soup. Hilgai looked at Guo Huai with a smile on his face. He did n’t believe anyone in the world The taste of making soup will be better than yourself. Moreover, the taste of Chinese people is very different from Europe and the United States. This time, they have an absolute advantage.

The ingredients selected by Guo Huai are very simple. When he saw Hilgae making seafood soup, Guo Huai was not worried that he would lose at all. Huaxia ’s cuisine is profound and profound. At that time, so many dishes in the Han Dynasty will be in order. The last dish is meat, and the next dish will be vegetables or desserts. If you do n’t even know the principle, you are making delicious ingredients, and you are not a top chef.

One hour, Las Vegas ’s largest casino has changed the odds of Dou Chu to three, but there is still a lot of money coming in from Hua Xia, all of which is put on the winning bet of Hua Xia Shen Chu.

"Humph, a group of guys who are crazy about money and money." The boss of Las Vegas casino watched the gambling of Huaxia Shenchu ​​more and more, squinted and said, just now he received a call from the owner of the Hilton Hotel With a way, the dead can't complete the fighting.

An hour and a half, Hilge ’s Jiu Bao Seafood Soup arrived in front of the judges. Pierre Cardello narrowed his eyes and looked at the seafood soup in front of him. He is neither going down nor sitting here, but he I ca n’t go now. If I go, it ’s really like Little Lingmo said. He is just a tailor, not only for himself, but also for the Pierre family brand.

"Although I do n’t know which chef this soup comes from, I still want to try it." No one said anything, Pilcadero said with a smile, he already had a small bowl, and then others The eight judges also got a little bit better.

"Delicious, really delicious in the world. At least seven kinds of rare ingredients are added to this soup, the taste is Fusion, delicious." Picardro said, he filled another bowl, but look again Among the other eight judges, Cardello's face suddenly faded. Do these people drink something different from themselves? How could they have such an expression.

"Mrs. Susan, Mr. Watson, don't you want to comment on this delicious?" Pers asked in a small voice.

"I think we should taste another chef's soup first and then make a conclusion." Mr. Watson stood up and said softly, he drank this soup, delicious? It's really impossible to talk about, and even makes him feel that it is difficult to swallow. He glanced at Mrs. Susan, as if she felt the same as herself, frowning.

"Damn, it must be the drunken shrimp in the sauce, how can I forget this thing." Hill Gaiman suddenly calmed down and patted his head fiercely.