Chapter 1477 - “18-Year-Old Maiden’s Dress” Vs “Husband And Wife Lung Slice”!

Chapter 1477: "18-Year-Old Maiden's Dress" Vs "Husband And Wife Lung Slice"!

"18-year-old maiden's dress" vs "husband and wife lung slice"!

This didn't look like an orthodox culinary duel at all, right?

However, all this was taking place right at Mamy Restaurant's entrance.

"'Husband and wife lung slice'? Could this be the new dish that Boss Mag is experimenting with recently? This dish isn't found on the menu, right?"

"There's no doubt that it is the latest dish that Boss Mag is experimenting on. I wonder if his experiment was successful? And why didn't he release the dish if it was successful?"

"Boss Mag always maintains the freshness of his ingredients, but would it be too cruel to extract the lungs on the spot right now?"

Mamy Restaurant's regulars showed a great interest in Mag's new dish. After all, Mag had always given them many surprises, so they hoped they could see an unusual dish today too.

"When did Boss try out new items behind our back again?" Yabemiya murmured.

"He has never tried them out in front of us before," Elizabeth calmly replied.

"I agree with that. I think Boss has come up with the idea in his brain completely, and he naturally comes up with a new item after some time." Firis nodded in agreement. She, too, had never seen Mag experimenting with new products in the kitchen before, yet he was able to release excellent new products at a very good speed. What was amazing was that he was able to ensure the new products' great taste.

"How long would my young friend need to make this cold dish?" Harris asked Mag.

Mag pondered, and then answered, "31 minutes."

"Seems like it's a very complicated cold dish," Harris thoughtfully said before he nodded. "Alright. In this case, we will set the time limit for the second round at 33 minutes."

"My soup needs to simmer for almost an hour. If we conduct the duel in sequence, it will affect my restaurant's lunch operation. Therefore, I plan to cook the soup simultaneously while I make the cold dish. I wonder if that's alright with you?" Mag asked Harris.

"Seems like you are very confident that you're able to win the cold dish duel, my young friend?" Harris chuckled. "Since that's the case, I agree that you can make two dishes simultaneously. My soup will also need to simmer for one hour, so I will also be making my soup together with you at the same time."

"Alright." Mag nodded. He liked straightforward people.

"So, are they going to make two dishes simultaneously?"

The audience were all stunned by Mag and Harris' simple and rough decision. However, the two dishes would take a different amount of time to finish, so the time to present them was naturally different too. Hence, the sequence wasn't jumbled up at all.

"If Master Harris wins the second round, will the duel be considered as over by then?"

"Boss Mag isn't someone who admits his defeat easily. If he hadn't been 100% confident, he wouldn't have said that."

"It isn't easy for him now after losing one round out of the three."

The audience were talking softly among themselves. They were very nervous and excited about this competition's trend.

"Senior, will Master be alright?" a young man carrying a black wok asked the senior next to him softly.

"I've wandered with Master for over 10-odd years, and met about 1000 chefs. Master has defeated all of them, so there's nothing to worry about here," that senior calmly said while digging his nose. He wasn't concerned about such a scene and such a young chef at all.

Many of the chefs who had lost to his master were old chefs who had spent their entire lives in the kitchen, and had numerous honors and titles. However, they could only bow and accept their defeat in front of their master.

"18-year-old maiden's dress" was one of his master's best cold dishes. He had once defeated the goblins' king of the cold dish with it before.

Since their master had decided to utilize this dish, that meant today's duel was going to end right here.

That young man appeared to be much relieved when he heard that. He secretly sized up all the beautiful ladies standing at the restaurant's entrance. He rarely saw such beautiful maidens in his travels, so even a few sneaky glances could make him blush.

Chapman came between the two cooks with a huge clock, and loudly declared, "The 33-minute countdown starts right now!"

As soon as Chapman said that, Mag and Harris began to move at the same time.

Harris took out all kinds of ingredients from the basket calmly. They were all vegetarian foods. He washed them in a wooden basin with clear water. His every step was slow, gentle, and so extremely detailed that he even washed the gaps between the leaves two, three times.

However, on the other end, Mag's actions were much faster. He washed the beef, ox tongue, ox heart, ox scalp, and tripe one by one before lighting up the stove and setting up a pressure cooker. He placed all the ingredients for the brine and condiments in sequence, and boiled them with a high heat. Then, he simmered them with a medium heat.

Making "sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce" was a complicated affair. The marination needed a lot of time. Because of the time-constraint, Mag had to utilize the pressure cooker in order to make the marinate seep through the beef and beef offal quickly, and to achieve the effect of tender-but-not-mushy.

As the meat cooked in the cooker, Mag set up a Shaoxing wine urn on the stove, and began to place all kinds of precious seafood and ingredients into it. He then poured in the stock, sealed the urn, and let it simmer.

"Buddha jumps over the wall" was the soup that Mag chose. As a top soup, it had already defeated one opponent, and today would be its second time being pitted against another soup.

Of course, whether it would get the chance to enter the stage would depend on the performance of "sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce".

The marination was very crucial for the "sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce". Tossing it cold would even give it its soul.

Mag heated up the wok, poured in the oil, and scattered a big bunch of chaotian pepper in. He then added in the Sichuan pepper, star anise, galanga, spring onions, garlic, ginger, and sugar, and simmered them with low heat. A pot full of aromatic spicy red oil began to release a dazzling aroma.

He fried the sesame seeds, and smashed the peanuts into bits. After setting all the ingredients nicely at the side, Mag kept his knife, and waited for the marination to be done.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Harris was cutting his ingredients delicately with his "Saury". All the colorful ingredients were cut into different shapes and sizes. Some of the vegetables were quickly scalded in the pot of hot water before they were plated carefully on the big plate, while others were scattered on the plate directly to become a corner of the skirt.

The entire cooking process was just like painting. The big white plate was the canvas, all the ingredients were the paint, and he was expressing himself to his heart's content.

Perhaps that is the so-called tempo of cooking? Mag was attracted by Harris' state of transcendence just by flicking a glance at him. That was a very amazing state, and would gradually calm the person watching him down.

Most of the customers' gazes were attracted by Harris. It was rare to see such a visually entertaining style of cooking.

Ding! The pressure cooker chimed, and Mag retrieved his gaze. He turned off the fire, and waited for three minutes before placing the pressure cooker into the freezer directly. The high pressure was quickly relieved.

Mag removed the pressure cooker, and gently exhaled before uncovering the pot.

The rich aroma of the marinate slowly blossomed, and spread out with the hot air instantly.