Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant

Chapter 1478 - Senior, Is Everything Really Going To Be Fine?

Chapter 1478: Senior, Is Everything Really Going To Be Fine?

The rich braised meat aroma spread out as if a delicious bomb had suddenly exploded in the crowd.

“Smells so good!”

The audience, who were initially watching Harris like he was painting, began to look toward Mag and gulped subconsciously.

Abraham took in a deep breath, and murmured in wonder, “What’s this smell? It smells like that la zhi meat in the roujiamo, yet there is a very big difference.” He got up on his tiptoes to look at the steaming pot, but it was so full of steam that he couldn’t see what was inside.

Boss Mag’s new product indeed doesn’t disappoint. Vanessa also tried to stretch up to look toward Mag. Because she was standing much closer, the rich aroma was even more intense. She already couldn’t help but salivate.

This aroma... is so special. Seems like a lot of spices are used, but it’s done in a manner that is not messy at all despite the great variety. It made the beef’s aroma even more outstanding. This great control of the spices is truly shocking. Chapman was also staring at Mag in shock. He could smell about half of the spices used, but there were still many spices that confused him.

In his own understanding and from his master’s teachings, too many spices couldn’t make the food tastier. Instead, they would make the food lose its own characteristics.

However, in this aroma, the beef’s scent always had a leading position. It even became more glaring after being set off by all kinds of scents. He could almost sense the satisfaction and anticipation that the mouthful of meat brought even before he tasted it.

The “black wok” comrades who were already relaxing and waiting for their master to win easily no longer showed their disdain. They became nervous and curious.

“Senior, is everything really going to be fine?”

“T-this is nothing. Master is still going to win.” That senior who had been digging his nose earlier had already lowered his hand, but he was still trying his best to reply calmly.

Hmm? This meat’s aroma is rather interesting. Harris couldn’t help but stop his actions, and looked at the pot in front of Mag in amazement.

Beef, tripe, ox heart, ox tongue, and ox scalp all stewing together in a mixture should have a very strong cowish smell, but the smell was intricately merged and combined by the spices to become the best support for the meat’s aroma.

It wasn’t suppressed by the spices, but was instead going along with it. The rich meaty flavor of the beef and beef offal was released by the spices completely. The aroma became much gentler, but still retained its invasiveness. It became extremely enticing.

This little friend is young, but his understanding of the spices can’t be underestimated. Harris looked up at Mag, and his expression became increasingly excited. He hadn’t met an opponent like this for quite some time.

Harris quickly retrieved his gaze, and doubled his focus on the “18-year-old maiden’s dress” in front of him. His strokes were still carefree and easy.

However, the audience’s curiosity had already been completely pulled away by Mag. The rich meaty aroma made it hard for the audience to calmly watch Harris cook again. They became more curious about the kind of dish that Mag was cooking.

The rich aroma instantly turned the balance of the victory over to its side. Everyone from Mamy Restaurant began to have a glowing expression too.

“However, isn’t Boss supposed to make a cold dish? It’s piping hot with steam. It doesn’t look like a cold dish at all,” Yabemiya puzzledly said.

“The hot dish will be a cold dish after we chill it. That shouldn’t be difficult, right?” Babla wasn’t worried at all. She gulped, and softly said, “Do we have the right to taste it?”

“We most probably can if there are leftovers,” Connie smilingly said.

The audience were also wondering about the same thing. They all wanted to know how Mag was going to turn this aromatic piping hot beef dish into a cold dish.

Mag didn’t care about the commotion around him. His attention was all focused on the braised meat in front of him. The braised meat’s aroma was perfect, and the gravy was an appetizingly glistening brown.

With a slotted ladle, he scooped the beef and beef offal from the pot. The braised beef and beef offal were brown as the gravy had seeped into them perfectly. Both the color and aroma were very enticing.

Mag placed the meat on a small sieve to drain the gravy before placing them into the freezer.

Rapid freezing would affect the meat’s texture, so Mag didn’t set the temperature too low. He wanted to ensure the braised meat’s texture wouldn’t be destroyed while the meat cooled down.

“Sliced beef and ox tongue in chili sauce” wasn’t usually made like this. The braising of the meat would usually take four hours with a low heat. It was to let the spices and marinate slowly seeped into the beef and beef offal so the texture and taste could reach their peak during this process.

However, Mag had to use a pressure cooker to save time. This pressure cooker could achieve 80% to 90% of the effect after the system modified it, but it still wasn’t the optimal.

The aroma was being locked in, so Mag stood at the side, and coolly watched Harris plate.

Harris should be doing a vegetarian platter. 18 kinds of vegetables were cut into all kinds of shapes and sizes, and then arranged into a colorful dress.

He coordinated the color ingeniously, and the complex stacking method made the dress look bright, colorful, and very beautiful.

Meanwhile, the process of watching the dress come into existence was even more artistic. It was just like watching a painter at work. It made people amazed with Harris’ superb skills.

“What a beautiful dress. I like that little dress,” a young maiden said with glowing eyes as she watched the dress take its shape.

Many maidens in the crowd had the same expression. Everyone would like to wear a beautiful dress like that when they were 18 years old.

During a break, Harris boiled a pot of water on the other stove, and added some weird-looking spices in. He then covered the pot, and continued to arrange the dress.

At about the 28th minute, Harris embedded the last strip of carrot into the dress, and then took two steps back. He heaved a breath of relief before looking at his work with satisfaction.

A colorful long dress had already appeared on the big white plate.

The fresh vegetables gave the dress the most vibrant colors. All the ingredients were joined together without any gaps, and they made the dress look perfect from every angle.

It was a summer dress, but it still made people’s eyes brighten up in the winter.

This could no longer be called a cold dish. It actually looked more like a piece of art that was delicately carved out by a master artist.

“This is the most beautiful dish I have ever seen. Its beauty is unparalleled.”

“I think it has already won if we simply judge by its appearance.”

“How are we going to eat that? It feels like an unforgivable destruction no matter where we start picking it up.”

The audience couldn’t stop heaping praises on it while expressing their concern on where they should commence eating it.

“Alright. My ’18-year-old maiden’s dress’ is already done. Can this young maiden please help me present it to the judges?” Harris smilingly said to Vanessa.

“Sure.” Vanessa nodded. She then picked up that huge plate nervously, and walked to the judges’ table gingerly.

A beautiful maiden holding a beautiful dress was indeed very pleasing to the eye.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mag had just removed the cooled-down braised meat from the freezer. He picked up the “Fat Head Fish”, and began to slice the meat.