1748 I was wrong

"Old friend, it's not that I don't trust you, and it's not that I don't trust your taste buds. It's just that I think that you haven't eaten my steak for more than a month. Now is just the right time, I'll make you a Florence T-bone steak on the spot." As he spoke Mali he made a phone call and asked his partner to send over the ingredients for the T-bone steak.

No, it was an old partner. His partner was already 60 or 70 years old.

What he meant was that it had been a long time since Jeremy had his steak, and that was why he had this illusion.

"Although this Groundhog is stupid, it can still think of crucial solutions at certain times." Tulaoma thought to himself. Then, tulaoma also called his disciple Bayer and asked him to send over the ingredients.

It was true that this villa was where he lived, and there were a lot of ingredients in it for his usual cooking practice, but it was not a restaurant's warehouse, so it was normal that he could not gather enough ingredients to make the Florence T-bone steak.

Not to mention the two of them making a mountain out of a molehill, if you told Cheng zhaomei that there was a foreigner who could make Sichuan cuisine more authentic than you, and that he was not even 35 years old, Cheng zhaomei would probably explode on the spot. In other words Mali marashera and tuoluoma were already old, or else the flying dragon would definitely be on their faces.

About an hour later Mali marishero's old friends and Bayer hurriedly drove their cars and brought over all the things they needed.

Upon hearing that there would be steak from two Western chefs, his old friends and Bayer naturally wouldn't leave just like that. Freeloading was a must.

Fortunately, toroma's kitchen was really big, and it had no problem accommodating two chefs at the same time. Although his old friend and Bayer didn't know each other, it didn't prevent them from communicating with each other.

The admiration in Bayer's eyes was self-evident."There isn't much charcoal, and the heat control is too difficult to master. I still need at least a few decades to learn master Turama's ability."

"He's the best at precisely regional roasting," his old friend said."No matter how many times I've seen it, it's a marvelous skill."

"When it comes to steak, no matter where you are Mali as long as you mention steak, you can't avoid talking about master toroma and Mr. Marishero." Bayer said.

"More than ten years ago, this old friend of mine has been fighting with tulaoma for first place. I don't think the two of them will ever have a result in this life, because the two of them are already at the peak of their relationship." His old friend said.

The two of them didn't know what was going on, so they thought it was another steak duel between two top chefs.

Reremi was also waiting on the side. As a professional artist and an amateur foodie, he could only analyze from an aesthetic point of view. From an aesthetic point of view, marishero and toroma were already in their sixties or seventies, and even marishero was a little Hunchback. However, as soon as they entered the kitchen, they seemed to have changed into different people. Their movements were smooth and well-deserved to be called Masters, but they were not as natural as the young Chinese chef.

The idiom "natural" might seem a bit high-profile, but reremi thought it was the most accurate word. Reremi had learned this word from a Chinese translator before and used it to describe Kua Wuhai.

After more than 40 minutes, malashera and toroma had finished their work and divided it into four parts.

[Marishero's steak: old friend, Bayer, relemy, toroma]

[Toroma's steak: old friends, Bayer, jerromi Mali marishero]

In any case, he was the one who didn't want to eat his own steak.

"Old friend, come and have a taste of my Florence T-bone steak. Is it worse than that Yuan?" Marishero said.

Although toroma didn't say anything, the expression in his eyes was the same as that of malashera.

Bayer wasn't stupid. He immediately understood what was going on. He looked at thorama and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter with teacher Turama? Could it be that Mr. Jeremy said that Yuan's Florence steak is better than yours and Mr. Marashero 's?"

He had basically deduced the whole situation. Marisero opened his mouth to add some details, but Bayer and his old friends had similar reactions. They didn't believe him at all. Just like what the two of them had said, Touma and his companion had already reached the top, and there couldn't be anyone else at the top.

But the former's reaction was slightly different. Bayer asked,"Yuan is Chinese chef Zhouyuan?"

"That's right. Do you know this young chef?" Tuoluoma looked at his own disciple.

Bayer nodded, then said,"you should know about Chu."

"A talented young chef," tuoluoma nodded and said.

Bayer said,"teacher toroma, you're not entirely right. Perhaps it's because you're too engrossed in your culinary research that you don't care about many things. Chu is a chef who has suppressed all of the younger generation France to the point that they can't even lift their heads. He's an extremely talented young man."

As the eldest disciple of tulaoma, Bayer was 47 years old this year. He was more than ten years older than Chu Xiao. The two of them were indeed not from the same generation.

Tulaoma nodded, indicating for his disciple to continue.

"And Zhouyuan is a chef that Chu has been chasing after." Bayer said.

The yuan used seemed to be really extraordinary. It was the chef that Wu Hai, the last hope of the European and American painting circles, admired and chased after by chef Chu, who was suppressed by all the younger generation France and couldn't lift their heads.

"But no matter what, I don't think yuan can surpass you, teacher Turama. Even if Yuan's cooking is better than Chu Yixian 's, Chu Yixian's steak can't be compared to teacher Turama' s." Bayer said.

Strictly speaking, what Bayer said was very logical. In the field of steak, even if Chu Xiao was a level stronger Mali he still couldn't be compared with toroma and malashera.

However, there was a problem. Compared to Chu Xiao ... Let's not talk about the latter part of the story to save some face for Chu Xiao.

After Bayer and his old friend finished eating their steaks, they couldn't stop praising the dish. As for toroma and malashera, they ate each other's steaks, but they secretly thought to themselves that their culinary skills hadn't deteriorated at all.

Now everyone's attention was on reremi. Reremi also knew that this matter was very important to his two friends, so he ate very carefully and seriously.

"How is it? how am I compared to tuoma?"

"What's the matter?" after Remi finished two small steaks Mali malashera immediately asked. The target of his question was toroma, which proved that he actually valued toroma more in his heart. After all, the two of them had been rivals for more than ten years.

"You guys are still the same as before. There's no winner or loser. Each of you has your own merits. At least I can't tell who's the winner." Jeremi said.

Bayer and his old friends nodded in agreement.

"I know." Malashera was a little disappointed, but he quickly recovered. After fighting for more than ten years, he had never thought that he would be able to win against toroma this time.

"Then how about the yuan you mentioned? Old friend, are you going to change what you just said?" Marashero asked.

"Indeed, I have to take back what I said earlier." "I've just had toroma and marashero's steak. I think it's not just one point inferior to Yuan's Florence T-bone steak, but two points,"relei nodded.