Almighty in the city

The expressions of this group of foreign chefs made it hard to see the extreme in an instant.

"Young man, don't deceive people too much!" the Italian-speaking foreigner chef said bitterly. "The chefs with the best cooking skills may not be able to become famous in the cook world, but they will not A chef who is a'human', but definitely can't get in the cook world."

"Oh, are you threatening me?" Bai Yifan smiled, "I'm sorry, although it may be a bit pretending to say it, but I really haven't put the so-called chef world in my eyes, let alone You weak chickens."

"Do you know who we are!" The Spanish chef in the Kick Hall Party was angry. He spoke coldly with a mouthful of English that didn't know which Spanish dialect it was. "We—"

Bai Yifan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, so he interrupted with a scornful smile: "Don't be so anxious to introduce yourself, anyway, we'll know all about it after a while--"

After a pause, he chuckled and said, "After today, all the guests who come to the Grey Whale Restaurant for dinner should also know you. How great, I also helped you promote it for free in China."

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Jiang Lai also smiled and added: "I will contact the TV station and advertising company tomorrow. I don't want to waste such a good publicity opportunity."

There was a burst of laughter again, and the laughter was full of teasing at these foreign chefs.

The expressions of several foreign chefs suddenly became more ugly, only Yi Xiaodao, who had been desperate since just losing the knife skills test, seemed to be still wandering around the world at the moment, and had no response to all this.

The foreigner chef who had been speaking German before kicking the party seemed to be agitated at this moment. He stared at Bai Yifan and said, "Bibibi! I don't believe it anymore, a chef of your age. It won't be possible to go to heaven!"

As soon as these words came out, the few foreign chefs saved all looked at each other and exchanged glances.

The Italian chef frowned, and whispered: "Hans, it's not—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the chef of the will: "Don't worry about this matter! I really don't believe it—"

He raised his head and looked at Bai Yifan and said, "Boy, since you are aggressive, don't blame me for bullying the small!"

Bai Yifan laughed and said, "Bullying the big with the small, you have to be'big' to get up. I'm not a cook, and even if it's a seniority, you can't get ahead of me."

The Willing Chef did not quarrel with him, and said directly: "Let's try an authentic Will cooking, and then let all the guests present to taste it. If there are more people who like to eat, it will win. Is there a problem?"

"No." Bai Yifan shrugged, "You can choose the ingredients."

"Since it's our volitional cuisine, the first recommendation is naturally sausages -" the volitional chef said coldly. "With sausages as the only ingredient, we will each cook a volitional cuisine in twenty minutes, no problem. "

"Of course." Bai Yifan said, turning his head to look at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan nodded and told Xiao Cai: "Go and take two of the German sausages prepared by the kitchen."

Xiao Cai left.

After a while, he directly pushed a dining car back.

There are seven plates on the dining car. The plates are densely packed with sausages, large and small, long and short, and in different colors, but most of them are red and white.

Sausage, an ingredient, occupies an undisputed dominance in the diet of the will, not only in the dining room, but also the protagonist of the street food stalls.

There are many kinds of will sausages, and almost every region has its own representative sausages, and they are different in size, color, and salty taste.According to statistics, there are more than 1,500 kinds of ham and sausages, of which more than 780 kinds are boiled small sausages.

In Will, every native of Will is a genius of making ham and sausage.

Obviously, the volitional chef of the Kick Hall Party wanted to use his best German sausage dishes to fight Bai Yifan.

A faint, imperceptible worry flashed across Lu Yuan's face.

Before he passed the Michelin three-star chef certification test, he had met his colleagues' volitional chefs in the Mijian Western Restaurant where he was cooking, and his nearly talented cooking skills in cooking sausages.

When the two of them were chatting in English once, this colleague of Will told him that in his hometown, every family has an ancestral secret book for cooking sausages, and his method of cooking sausages is not A cook school from the will, but given to him by his grandmother.

When it comes to sausage cooking, it is said that the will-man is the world's first, I am afraid that any knowledgeable chef will not come out to refute.

But this was not what left Lu Yuan the most bottomless.

What really worries him is that sausage cooking has far lower requirements for knife skills than other western cuisines.

Obviously, this will chef is not the kind of person who will jump into thunder and ignore it when he is stimulated by a few words. He proposed to test the will sausage cooking, which can be said to the greatest extent, block Bai Yifan’s knife skills An absolute advantage.

The victory or defeat of this dish depends on the chef's understanding of sausage cooking.

Use the most suitable cooking to maximize the taste and texture of sausages. This is the real secret of Will sausage cooking.

However, things in this world have always been easy to understand.

At present, there is no chef in any country in the world who can compare with the volitional chef in sausage cooking.

"Hans, come on!" Seeing his companion of will, they picked sausage dishes. The eyes of the foreign chefs also lit up slightly. Obviously, they all thought of the problems and key points that Lu Yuan thought of. At this time, one after another cheered the chef of the will-

"As long as we can win one game, we can regain the right to speak!" the Gaul chef said expectantly. ,, ..