"It seems you have recognized it."

Qian Chen smiled.

Hoffman glared at him.

"I have tasted the famous Beijing roast duck, but I didn't expect to eat it again after returning to France."

Qian Chen said with a smile.

“So I think it’s time to uncover the answer.

From the beginning, in order to ensure the quality of the dishes, I only made two dishes, namely the Beijing roast duck and the next main course. However, I divided a Beijing roast duck into four dishes.

They crushed the duck meat into duck antlers, made into Russian potato salad, used duck bones to make soup, and made into sliced ​​duck skin. Finally, they made the duck breast into another dish..."

Hoffman suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! What a chief of the first foreigner from Joan of Arc Academy!

Although the process is a bit tricky, the three unique dishes you present are indeed! The remaining duck breast dishes and your main course also make us look forward to it.

A dish of 'Eat the Beijing Roast Duck Four', congratulations! It successfully broke the defect of the number of people!"

Hoffman's words reached the scene with the microphone and were all the audience in front of the TV.

'I see!'

Such thoughts arose in everyone's minds.

"Awesome! I am worthy of being the chief of the academy!"

"One dish can actually be divided into four dishes! And it's four completely different dishes!"

"The most important thing is that the Prime Minister also approves!"

"Magic cooking skills! Magical Chinese people!"

Compared to the screams of ordinary audiences, the nobles were much quieter in the stands. They were like eggplants beaten by frost, and they were all in vain.

"Everyone, don't worry. He just used tricks to smooth out the disadvantages in numbers, but this does not mean that he can win the final victory."

"That's right! We should have confidence in Berkoli! We should have confidence in Dean Albert! We should have confidence in the entire Kings Branch! They are three consecutive dominances! It is impossible to lose!"

But this time, the shouts of a few nobles did not arouse the consent of others, and even they seemed a little lacking in confidence when they spoke.

Of course, the most shocking thing is the people who participated on the stage.

Especially the area of ​​the King's Branch was in a panic. As long as you are not blind, you can see that the Prime Minister is very fond of Qian Chen's cooking.

This is not a good sign.

"What, what should I do? His Excellency Berkully, he actually overcomes the shortcomings of the number of people.

I, we won’t really lose!”

Rubeck said stammeringly, panicked.

Influenced by him, the other team members also showed extremely nervous expressions on their faces, and they could no longer see the ease and confidence at the beginning.

"What a panic! We haven't lost yet! The final result has not come out yet. Besides, we have also received praise from the Prime Minister. There is no reason to lose to Qian Chen!"

Belculy said furiously.

But his words seemed a little pale, and more like a refusal to accept reality.

His words were obviously not working. Rubeck hugged his head with both hands and muttered to himself in a somewhat collapsed state.

"I don't want to kneel in front of so many people! If the name of "Emerson" is shamed, my father will definitely kill me!

That's right! Just like my elder brother! I was exempted from inheritance and threw it into a small Nordic country to let me fend for myself!

No! I don’t accept exile without returning!"

"Rubeck! Shut up!"

Rubeck's words obviously touched Berkully's sensitive nerves. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he subconsciously thought that he had lost.

The prophecy Rubeck said was also the ending he was worried about.

After all, in addition to having a lot of family property, aristocrats also have many children, and the competition between heirs is far more cruel than the outside world imagines.

On one side is heaven and on the other side is hell.

If he wins, he has a high probability of inheriting the throne of dukes. If he loses, what awaits him is an exile that will never return.

Once it fails, there will be no chance again. This is the cruel aristocratic world of France.

While Belcoli was worried about gains and losses, the on-stage review continued.

The fourth dish, fish.

"Pretty fried deep-sea cod fillet, please try it."

A piece of cod meat with a fried surface is slightly golden, and mashed potatoes and cod meat are placed on the plate.

Hoffmann slashed lightly with a dining knife, accompanied by some gravy, revealing the white and snow-like fish inside.

He inserted the fish into his mouth.

"Well! It's quite tender! The heat is very good! The prepared mashed potatoes also have a strong taste!"

It can be seen that Hoffman is still very satisfied.

With his evaluation, a purple-haired girl clenched her fists in the team of Queen's Branch below the stage.

But this is just an appetizer, and the next step is the top priority, and it is also the essence of a French banquet!

The fifth dish, main course!

The sound at the scene couldn't help but quiet, and countless pairs of eyes stared at the covered iron plate that Qian Chen was holding on the big screen.

Strangely, after Qian Chen put down the plate, he actually opened the lid directly, but did not introduce it as usual.

However, Hoffman's attention was completely attracted by the dish in front of him.

The moment Qian Chen uncovered the lid, a dazzling golden light burst out from it.

Hoffman was shocked. When he looked carefully, there was nothing.

‘Is this an illusion? Or is it a reflection of the light?’

Just when he was shocked and suspicious, a strange fragrance drifted into his nostrils.

It was produced by mixing countless spices and roasting beef, which created the aroma that belongs to the dish itself.

I saw a rectangular steak with bones placed on the plate. It was a straight rib that looked like a student ruler, and a piece of cut into a rectangle on the ribs, showing a dark brown steak. On it, you could vaguely see spice powder, which was releasing endless fragrance.

Hoffmann had never tasted this shape of bone-shaped steak, and his irresistible fragrance and intense curiosity drove him to pick up the knife and fork.

However, just as he was about to start.

"Let's do it slowly!"

A voice stopped him.

Hoffman immediately raised his head with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

“This dish hasn’t been completed.”

Qian Chen said, picked up the crystal cup next to him and poured the transparent liquid inside on the steak.

Louis and Octavia, who were on the side, also made the same move to deal with the steak in front of the other two judges.

A strong aroma of wine came, and Hoffman subconsciously sniffed and said in surprise.
Chapter completed!