Chapter 1473: A golden dragon?

The duel project is set, McGonagall is willing to give Kazakhstan a set, and synchronize with the system tasks, success or failure in this move.
Lost, anyway, according to the system punishment, it is also called the other master, he is fearless.
"This little guy, is it because I want to put in my black pot to help me, when my apprentice, learn to cook with me?" Ha Switzerland looked at McGonagall thoughtfully, and began to wonder if McGonagall was playing him.
With the help of Mia, McGonagall also took out all the kitchen utensils and ingredients that were needed, as opposed to the Swiss kitchen utensils, and separated the judges on both sides.
"Please let one let." At ten o'clock, Chebman's voice rang from the outside, and the oxcart slowly came and stopped.
Chebman’s apprentices quickly stepped forward to help unload the goods, and there were not many ingredients. They barely loaded two baskets, which were very common dishes.
Waiting for the ingredients to be placed opposite, Meg raised his hand and glanced at the watch, calmly saying: "10 o'clock."
"Well, then let us compare the first one - the knife." Ha Switzerland does not drag, the basket took two potatoes, one on their own hand, the other directly toward McGonagall The direction was thrown away, and then said: "The knife is the basic skill of a chef, the seven-point knife, the three-point fire this sentence fully illustrates the importance of the knife. This is two potatoes, you and me, the rules are very simple, In three minutes, show the most exquisite knife you can show on this potato, and then the judges vote for a potato they think is better."
"Good." McGonagall's catching also carries a few muddy potatoes. There is no doubt about the simple and rude rules of Switzerland. The knife is fine, each chef is different, put together, That is to see who is going to be done.
The scene has gradually quieted down. Everyone looked at the two potatoes that were held in the hands of McGonagall and Haz, and they all held their breath subconsciously. They all wanted to know that the two ordinary potatoes would become in their hands. What looks like.
McGonagall threw the potato up and grabbed the fat fish in his right hand. He saw the knife flashing, the potato seemed to dance on the tip of the knife, and the sand with the muddy potato skin slid down. In a twinkling of an eye, one went. The skinned potatoes slowly rotate above the tip of the knife.
And the potato skins all fell on a dish below, a thin layer of skin, almost no sticky potatoes, extremely complete.
"A great knife!"
The audience couldn't help but admire that this wave of operation, even though it was just a skin, has shown a technical barrier that cannot be imitated.
"It's a bit interesting." Haha looked at McGonagall, and the laughter on his face had been put away. His expression was sincere and solemn. He grabbed the saury and put the kitchen knife on the potato. The finger gently touched the potato and the potato. Rotated on the cutting board.
Starting from the end of the potato, a complete and slender potato skin began to grow rapidly. In the twinkling of an eye, a peeled whole potato appeared on the vegetable pier, next to a whole potato about one centimeter wide. skin.
"This is probably the so-called eye can learn, but definitely can't do it."
The audience looked at this scene and it was a bit snarky.
Both sides have shown their magical powers, and it is amazing to give potatoes a skin.
McGonagall didn't care about the movements and the voices of the audience in Switzerland. He held a kitchen knife in his hand and only had the potatoes in front of him. Although it was a complete potato on the surface, it was deconstructed in his eyes. Countless times, then I decided on one of the most dazzling solutions.
The knife and the knife fell, and the seemingly cumbersome and wide kitchen knife was as fine as an embroidery needle in the hands of McGonagall. It was fast, slow, or cut, or cut, just like a master carving the most beautiful artwork. It looks so moving and unbearable.
"Serious man, it looks a bit fascinating." Hill looked at Meg with great interest, and seemed to be able to imagine that when he was drawing those precise drawings, it was probably the same. Otherwise, such a huge project, he is How to complete it all by one person.
"It's no wonder that Mr. McGonagall's growth rate is so fast, such concentration is too rare for a chef." Robert also looked at McGonagall with amazement.
Jeffrey also looked at McGonagall with a slight frown. Some news he got showed that the relationship between the owner of the wheat and Gloria was somewhat unusual. Perhaps it was the costume designer hidden behind the indigo.
Indigo is able to stand out from the crowd. In just a few months, the leader of the fashion world is in the chaos, relying on the unique style of clothes. Breaking the traditional and full of design sense, the old tailors who have solidified their minds in the city of chaos have smashed more than three streets.
As a businessman who started from cloth, he can see through the core of Indigo's rapid growth and high profitability. The hidden designer is equal to the soul of Indigo.
And this soul, now with a kitchen knife, is carefully cutting potatoes here.
There have been some recent rumors that the Mai boss and Hill are also very close.
The name of the Mai Mi restaurant, even he has heard, but he does not want to descend his identity to line up for dinner, so I have not tried it myself.
Such a young man with multiple identities did arouse some of his interest, and McGonagall also made a statement to subvert the Aden Chamber of Commerce, which made him more interesting.
"Please, the boss must win." Yabei Mia has some nervous clenched fists. She does not think that McGonagall can easily win over Switzerland.
The expressions of the women in the restaurant are a bit nervous, but this is a battle against the honor of the Mai Mi restaurant.
Three minutes of time is fleeting.
With a clanging sound on the referee's seat, McGonagall and Kazakhstan stopped the knife in their hands almost simultaneously.
"What is that? A golden dragon?"
The people looked at the potatoes that McGonaga had placed on the plate, and they were carved into a dragon that was flying wings, and could not help but marvel.
The close guests can clearly see the dragon scales on the dragon wings, and even the eyes seem to have a vitality, lifelike, let people have it to fly away from the plate at any time.
The most amazing thing is that McGonagall used a kitchen knife like a brick. It took only three minutes to complete such a work like art.
On the other hand, in Switzerland, the potatoes are divided into many different shapes. They are placed in an open large dish, which seems to be a little scattered, like a child’s hands-on, and Meg’s lifelike giant. Compared with dragons, it is more like a world apart.
"Has the Swiss master to give up the first game directly?"
Everyone can't help but think in my heart.