Chapter 1141: Mai boss, come back to another bowl!

"This must be the pinnacle of Tang Yu, the peak that can't be surpassed." Fei Peter praised, holding a small bowl and carefully drinking the soup, for fear of sprinkling a little.
"Mr. Philippe, who is famous for his poisonous tongue, even gave such an evaluation. It is really incredible." Everyone heard a strange look, and people who are familiar with the style of Philippe's food criticism are even more incredible.
"I saw it, I said that Mai boss can definitely win. Last night, I personally tasted the delicious taste of the Buddha jumping wall. That taste... Hey, it’s really endless." Harrison looked smug and the river next to him. The soup frenzy said, his face was full of pride.
I was proud of a burst of fanaticism, and I was obviously guilty. "Oh, there are three people. Who wins is not necessarily true."
"It seems that Mr. McGonagall's new product has made outstanding innovations." Robert's eyes are also bright.
Since this time, there have been many ways to imitate and learn the cooking style of the Mimi restaurant and develop new dishes and food.
The city of chaos that has been stagnant for years with little progress and innovation has begun to enter an era of blossoms.
Although there are no amazing and phenomenal foods yet, this phenomenon is very good. For the diners, it is full of surprises and can find more and more new dishes on the menu.
One person dances alone and leads the trend of food. This has never appeared in the history of the city of chaos, even in the history of the Nolan continent. Mr. McGonagall may become a man who has been included in history because of food.
He picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of soup and fed it into his mouth. His eyes became brighter, the soup was delicious, the fragrance was full, but it was not greasy. The distinct layering was amazing. I wanted to analyze the taste one by one. There are so many in number, and there are even many that he has never met before.
Insulting the Buddha's wall, Robert smiled and said: "It seems that the next food list will indeed have to change."
Avis also took a sip of soup, and the taste of the Buddha's wall jumped in the mouth, with a strong impact, so that he could not help but be surprised.
"After the awesome." Avis looked at Meg, and he sighed in his heart. At the beginning of the meat list, he also ranked the Mai Mi restaurant in the first place, whether it was braised pork or Beijing roast duck. Great shock.
McGonagall's culinary skills and distinctive culinary thinking are far beyond the chefs of this era, including the old guys who have been immersed in the kitchen for decades.
"If this soup appeared at the palace of the King of Los Angeles, it must be elected as the best dish for the palace feast. Mr. McGonagall admired the understanding and innovation of cooking." Avis looked at McGonagall, sincerely Exclaimed.
"The old man won the prize." McGonagall humbled.
"The president means that the boss of Mai’s Buddha will climb to the top?

"Avis's father just evaluated the river fresh soup is a good future, but now it is best to evaluate the Buddha's Buddha jump wall is the best on the spot! This gap is too obvious?"
"Although the final vote has not yet taken place, it seems that the situation has completely reversed?"
"Haha, the strength of Mai Bo is not blowing."
The onlookers have been talking about it.
Sith holds a small bowl in his hand and his face is pale.
"Old... boss, we, we won't lose?" The bald-headed man looked anxious and looked at Sith whispering, completely ignorant and confident before.
"Unexpectedly high evaluation, and it is interesting that the same bowl of soup, the ingredients in each judge's bowl are different, then according to the rules, I will first taste the meat in this soup. "How about the taste." Randy put the previously peeled river prawn back into the river fresh soup, picked up a spoon and fished a piece of meat from the bowl. "It seems that this is a piece of chicken. There is indeed a strong soup. The taste of chicken soup is just that I don’t know what it tastes like after the chicken has been boiled for a long time."
Randy said to feed the cut chicken into his mouth.
The cooking of meat, the most important thing is the control of the fire, the time is too long, the meat is easy to change the wood, or because of the softness and the loss of the chew and taste of the meat itself.
As an exquisite carnivorist, Randy's requirements for meat are almost high to metamorphosis. In order to find a satisfying meat, he used his backpack to travel almost all over the Nolan continent, which is where he can The reason for becoming the youngest columnist of carnivorism in just one year.
The reader often said that his words are soulful, a real carnivorist.
According to his experience, meat that has been cooked for a long time has lost its flavour and texture.
He bitten the chicken in one bite, and did not expect the taste of the rotten wood, but it was just the right softness and softness, and even more incredible is the taste of the rich musk.
Not only the taste of chicken, wine, seafood, fungi, but also the musk of various meats have been blended together, perfectly soaked in chicken, tasted in taste, chewy and rotten, not endless.
Randy felt that his scalp had begun to numb, which had completely subverted his perception of meat. He had never seen such food.
The taste buds are crazy, greet this wonderful carnival, and almost chew their tongue.
A piece of chicken swallowed, full of meaning.

I can't find a word to describe this feeling. Even if it is compared with the meat that I have tasted in the past, this piece of meat can rank in the top 3. It is even more incredible that I was actually in a bowl of soup. I met it, the world is crazy!
Randy sighed and looked at McGonagall and said:
I think, I already know what to write this month’s column, Mr. McGonagall, it’s really supposed to be Thank you."
"Polite." McGonagall nodded slightly. He was the most incomprehensible of these so-called food critics. I wish you all become a chef in your next life.
Randy regained his gaze and picked up a transparent shark's fin with a spoon. He looked at it for a while and tried to feed it into his mouth.
The smooth and tender shark's fins slide into the mouth almost as soon as it slips. The shark's fin soaked in the soup has a very wonderful taste and wonderful taste, bringing a completely different experience from the chicken.
The five judges were sipping a small bowl of Buddha jumping wall, and the river fresh soup on the side of the bowl was completely ignored.
"Hey." Philippe's spoon first touched the bottom, raised his head and put up a small bowl and poured the last few drops of soup into his mouth. He put down the bowl and looked at McGonagall: "Mae boss, come back again!"