âWhy is that chef still so slow? although thereâs no time limit, he canât do this.â
âThis Chinese chef only has one assistant chef, but heâs still standing there like a stone pillar.â
âDonât tell me you havenât thought of how to cook it? If itâs true, then itâs too slow. â
Basically, all the head chefs present had gone to the ingredient warehouse at the back to select the ingredients. They were so fast that they had all returned within a few minutes. Only Yuan Zhou was still standing beside the kitchen counter, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
Cheng zhaomei was even more straightforward. In order not to hinder Yuan Zhouâs performance and also with a mission at hand, she immediately reduced her presence and stood in a corner as soon as she went on stage.
It was the stone pillar in the corner.
Although it was in a corner, he had inspected the location from all directions. It was a place where he could directly see the entire scene on the stage, and the view was quite good.
Even if he had a good view, it meant that he was quite far away from the stove, so his movements could be seen clearly.
In fact, the audience couldnât be blamed for being confused. The head chef was out of the question, and the other kitchen hands were already very busy. Some were washing vegetables, some were preparing tableware, and some were carving dishes.
In any case, it was a lively scene, so the sudden appearance of a quiet scene in an animation would naturally attract attention.
âHua la, Hua laâ
After Yuan Zhou arranged all the seasonings he brought, he began to pick and choose the tableware provided on the kitchen counter and then started to wash them after selecting the ones he needed.
âWhatâs the matter? since your cooking skills are so good, why did you come to the competition to wash the dishes? isnât this a waste of time?â Ju man Liâs eyes couldnât be removed.
âOld-fashioned views can kill people, donât you know that? itâs not wrong to say that youâre old. Which famous chef doesnât have his own rules and habits? whatâs the fuss about?â Auguste wanted to roll his eyes ungracefully.
Compared to man Liâs uneasiness, Auguste was quite calm no matter what Yuan Zhou did. He didnât believe that Yuan Zhou would fail with his culinary skills.
What he was looking forward to was what kind of delicacies Yuan Zhou could cook with the bris chicken. Everything else was just a fleeting cloud.
Not to mention Auguste, even Gauss and the others were full of anticipation. They were not affected by Juman Liâs provocation at all. They maintained their best state and ate delicious food. This was a tacit understanding.
âIsnât there a saying in China that goes,âwhether itâs a mule or a horse, youâll know when you come out for a walk.â You keep praising it, but itâs useless to explain.â Alexander said meaningfully.
âKeep watching.â Adlaide and Abby also agreed.
They seemed to be very polite, but this couldnât hide their support for ju man Liâs actions. Once there was a dispute, the Masters would be more powerful, because they were Masters and knew better.
While the judges were arguing, Yuan Zhou had finished his chores and then walked towards the ingredient warehouse.
At that time, most of the head chefs had already selected the ingredients they wanted. When they saw Yuan Zhou enter the restaurant only now, they all looked at Yuan Zhou who was walking forward steadily with an ambiguous expression and then went back to their own business without saying anything.
As for mocking him in front of the 30000 people present, they were all people with status and fame. Only a fool would do that.
There was no one present who would lower the IQ of the crowd.
However, everyoneâs thoughts were definitely not known to others.
There were also people who were more vigilant, such as Butler and Julian. They knew a little about Yuan Zhouâs capability. When they saw Yuan Zhouâs unhurried manner, they definitely wouldnât think that Yuan Zhou had given up the competition. He should have been very confident.
âIâm already under so much pressure even before the competition starts. It seems that I have to give my all. Otherwise, if I get eliminated in the first round, the teacher will definitely not be happy with me.â Steele muttered to himself.
His teacher, Anthony, was sitting on the judging panel, but Steele didnât have any thoughts of taking advantage of him.
Putting aside the fact that Anthony usually paid the most attention to the rules, just the rules of the competition alone removed the highest and lowest points. Only the average points were taken, which put an end to the judges âstrong individualism.
âMy cooking skills are also very good. Thereâs no problem for me to perform as usual.â Julian also made up her mind.
Yuan Zhou didnât know that he had aroused so many conjectures just by following his usual pace step by step. Of course, even if he knew, he would still do so.
They didnât walk too far before entering The Food Warehouse. It really lived up to its reputation. As soon as they walked in, they saw all kinds of ingredients, all kinds of France local ingredients, such as the famous sausages of Lyon, the seafood and fruits of Normandy, as well as some ingredients from other countries and regions. Of course, the most complete variety was a variety of spices and alcohol.
French cuisine was a type of meal that used alcohol the most. Therefore, Yuan Zhou noticed that there were all kinds of wines on the shelves along the wall. The variety of red wine was complete. It could be seen that the organizing committee had spent a lot of effort on this.
Rows of different breeds of bris chicken were arranged neatly on a big table at the entrance, not letting down its position as the protagonist of the night at all. It was originally full, like a small mountain, but now there were many empty spots. Obviously, they had been picked by other chefs.
âHead chef August and the organizing committee have really put in a lot of effort to prepare these ingredients.â Yuan Zhou noticed that there were quite a few ingredients that were unique to China in a corner.
Sichuan cuisineâs unique spicy millet, wild pepper, and some other mountain delicacies were also unique to Huaxia. They couldnât be found anywhere else. He felt a burst of warmth in his heart.
No Asian chef had ever participated in this event before. Naturally, it was only because he was here this year that they had prepared for it.
Yuan Zhou picked a eunuch and a fat chicken. After carefully checking the nameplate of the chicken and finding no problem, he continued to pick the remaining side dishes. He had already known what dish he wanted to cook.
âTa ta taâ
It didnât take Yuan Zhou Long to select the ingredients. When he came out, there were still several head chefs who hadnât come out yet.
âSi laâ
After removing the special cloth seal of the bris chicken, Yuan Zhou began to wash the chicken and prepared to cook.
Bris chicken had such a noble status in France. Every chicken had their own identity certificate and so on. It was not only because it had three colors, which was equivalent to wearing the national flag on its body, but also because of its unique raising method. As the first and only legal-level chicken produced in France, it was naturally extraordinary.
âThe system is still more awesome.â Yuan Zhou thought of the feeding method of the melt-in-the-mouth clawed chicken.
He felt that even a bris chicken would cry in the toilet if it knew. This was the treatment that it didnât have as a National chicken.
âShua shua shuaâ
The first dish Yuan Zhou prepared was the chicken breast. Therefore, after he controlled the water in the chicken, he raised the knife and cut it. With just a few flashes of silver light, the whole chicken was separated from its bones.
The clean chicken bones were placed to the side, with a pile of chicken skin and a pile of meat. They were clearly arranged without any extra mess.
This knife skill âŠ
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