"Cry..."

Singer interpreted the story of He Wei burst into tears.

Especially, I chewed a bite of lamb leg meat until it was so thin that I swallowed it into the esophagus when my throat moved. An indescribable heat flowed through my head, and the eyes were hot and swelling, and the tear glands were completely out of control, so the tears broke through.

"It's incredible!"

Jintianshu, Tulip surrounded Xia Yu's workbench and saw Xia Yu clamping the second big lamb leg on the dining plate. Tulip's hand was quick to Jintianshu and gently tapped his fingertips on the lamb leg.

Now, it seemed as if it had touched the mechanism, and another golden and charming flower of flesh slowly bloomed on the bones and white ceramic plate.

What followed was the surging heat mist and strong fragrance. Tulips were the doorkeeper, but the breath hit her pretty face. She was so unexpected that she instantly oozed out of her nose and wings. Her cheeks were dyed with red glow, and her eyes were even more blurred and dripping.

Once again witnessing the beautiful food scenery, the old hunters around were sucking in the air conditioner.

"This is completely roasted and thoroughly baked!"

"Flame, deep into the bone marrow!!"

Mongolian woman Wurina couldn't help but comment: "It's obvious that she roasted it on fierce high fire, seeking quick results and pursuing efficiency, but why does roasted lamb legs look like they are roasted on low heat for two or three days? The color is too even, even..." At this point, she paused, looking for a suitable adjective in her mind, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and said: "Yes, it's uniform!"

"The legs of lamb are irregular, with multiple sides, mixed into 'one', and all the heat is contained in this number!"

A uniform heat!

With his back to everyone, Xia Yu's eyes showed a slight surprise.

Speaking such professional terms of "uniformity" can be enough to show that this woman is not simple.

Yes, this is the uniformity of the heat.

In "China One", the Asian magazine of the Burning Flame Chef roasted greenfish on the Yangtze River, showing a similar state of heat. In the past, the roasted greenfish needed to use the "Tianxiong Fire Flame Wheel" cooking skill, but the roasted lamb legs are not large large greenfish, so there is no need to use chains, and there is no such preparation and condition.

But no matter what, Xia Yu easily demonstrated the "uniformity" level, which was amazing enough. He could say in public that I was not weaker than the former Asian magazines. Even when the Burning Flame Kitchen Skill takes a critical step towards the source of the legend, he will surpass the monsters a hundred years ago!

The vivid interpretation of the fire shocked the hunters, and the yard was silent for a moment.

“It’s not just the heat…”

A trembling voice broke the silence. The female chef Maria was attracted from her workbench and stood in front of Xia Yu's workbench, staring at the two plates of unmoved roast lamb legs on the table.

"The heat is one of the things that provides energy for the blooming of the flower of meat, but if the fruit acid is lacking in the solution to the hard properties of the ingredients and the meticulous knife skills, the lamb leg will not be like a petal, one petal will spread out!"

Maria said confidently that she was watching the legs of the lamb in the plate, and her eyes were full of shock.

"That's right, the heat, knife skills and pickling treatment are indispensable!" Singer looked up, and only a chewed lamb leg bone was left in his hand.

"How many knife did you cut the leg of lamb?"

Singer took a deep breath, tried to control his appetite and restore his sanity, and asked: "I can eat it. You use a method similar to pounding steak to break the tendons, and is trying to make the legs of the rocky alpaca soft."

"But, this is not a pounding after all, and it is perfection just by relying on knife skills. That's right, it's perfection. You cut the fine tendons of the flesh and cut off all the fine tendons. At the same time, every time you cut the knife, you try to avoid causing other damage to the meat..." Singer's expression collapsed, "This kind of knife skill that deeply changes the ingredients but silently... is simply perverted! You kid is a monster!"

To sum up, Singer is nothing more than saying that the rock lamb legs roasted by Xia Yu are original.

Original flavor?

The chef of the food tycoon is particularly sensitive to the flavor of the ingredients. Even if there is a slight loss, he can taste it with his tongue. What Singer eats in Xia Yu's roasted lamb leg is a shocking and magnificent perfect flavor!

The heat is perfect!

The knife skills are perfect!

"And the fruit acid..." The female chef Maria bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with mist. This was not a sign of tears, but a strong fragrance coming from close range, trying her best to resist the impact of her appetite and maintain the minimum rationality.

"Strange, miracle fruit?"

Maria stared at Xia Yu.

When Xia Yu smiled very gentlemanly at her, the silent answer caused the female chef's shoulder to collapse and his face to lower his face. "No wonder the fruity sourness of fruit wine can break the hard shell of rock alpaca meat in a short time. If it is a high concentration of Miracle Wine, my Wang Vinegar will lose completely."

Then, the female chef swallowed and looked at the legs of lamb on the plate, "Can I try it?"

"please"

He took a fork and sent a piece of meat that had been separated from the sheep's bones into his mouth. Maria's eyes suddenly magnified, and her demented pupils were stained with a beautiful seven-color color.

She leaned back, and Xia Yu immediately stretched out his hand to support her shaking body.

When his right hand was holding the tulip that had already flowed through tears, his left hand suddenly became soft, and Xia Yu could sense the two delicate bodies he was holding, trembling and twitching.

What.

Xia Yu turned around and looked at the scene that did not exist, showing a self-conceived innocent look. It was not my wish for drugging and poisoning.

Wait, what about the next scene of the script?

...

"ah!"

Soon, the outcome of this competition has been announced.

Maria returned to her workbench and looked at the roasted lamb chops on the grilled net. She sighed and shook her head, "I lost."

There is not much loneliness or frustration in the expression.

"Are you really still Lin Chu?" Singer gestured to Xia Yu with an exaggerated look, "I'm sure it's not a dragon?"

"I am Lin Chu."

Xia Yu was funny, "I also hope I am Long Chu, but I am still missing something very critical, I just barely hold a key."

"Key, key."

Singer murmured and repeated a few times, then became excited and said, "Good boy, you won. With your cooking skills, it's okay to challenge the top spot on the Linlist. I'm convinced by the loss!"

"I'll forward the information to you now, where's the email?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Tianshu and Tulip looked at each other, with a happy look in their eyes.

Getting information will not be a waste of time.

About a quarter of an hour later, a jeep increased its accelerator and rushed out towards the wilderness outside Ulaanbaatar.

In the yard, the old hunters were scattered, and everyone went back to the tavern lobby and must have a big discussion on this short but exciting competition.

Singer and his squad stayed.

"How?" Singer patted Maria's shoulder. Seeing her cheeks were red, a layer of tempting water still floating in her eyes, she smiled badly, "What, it turns out that she has been conquered. It's a pity that Maria, if they stayed in Ulaanbaatar tonight for the night, you might have the chance to climb onto his bed..."

"Pooh!"

The female chef Lin shook her legs and suddenly became fierce.

The other two of the team were also whispering, "It seems that the rumors of Lei Zhe's defeat are true!"

"Sure enough, I said Lei Zhe returned to North America in shame and had been silent for the past six months. It turned out that he was afraid of being beaten, and the chef's heart was probably covered with cracks!"

"When it comes to Lei Zhe..."

Singh pressed his chin and the smile on his face became even more elusive, "They will definitely conflict with the food when they go."

"He has a high level of cooking, but where is his fist?"
Chapter completed!