The fragrance, like the essence, constantly emanates from the basin of the kitchen counter.

The white smell, like a dense spider web, spreading from the top of the young chef's head, quickly covering the entire venue.

The audience cooperated very well and lost their souls one by one.

From Bernard's perspective, this is simply a large-scale charm spell, incredible.

"Um?!"

A trace of fragrance happened to pass through the nose. Bernard accidentally sniffed and was stunned. He murmured in a trembling voice: "Why is the smell of blood sausage so strange?"

I couldn't help but take a breath, my body became a few taels lighter.

This top student at the French cuisine institute lowered his head and his shoulders trembled, obviously suppressing something.

The guest seat was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

“What a familiar spice combination!”

Yu Hong, the leader of the Yangquan Restaurant competition group, had left his chair and stood up.

Just by smelling the smell, Chef Lin vaguely felt a door loosening, rumbling, and trembling sounds kept coming from the ancient copper door. This sound echoed in his heart, attracting Yu Hong, and giving him a long-lost desire to explore.

"Master Yu, Master Yu..."

The call from the disciple next to him made Chef Lin come back to his senses. He laughed, shook his head and sat down, and whispered regretfully: "If I were a judge, I would have a good taste. What a pity!"

“There are the last 20 minutes to end!”

Chiyo Aichi's reminder finally broke the weird atmosphere on the scene.

Time is tight.

Xia Yu's hands were washed, he touched the blood sausage, tried the temperature, and sucked away the remaining moisture with kitchen paper. Then he turned on the fire, put on a pan, applied oil, and fryed it simply and then put it on the plate.

First place a fried blood sausage, then cut the other unfried blood sausage into neat slices, and then cross the plate.

Finally, mix a plate of garlic sauce.

Just peel and chop the garlic, add some vinegar and soy sauce to the meal.

“Cooking is finished!”

The moment Xia Yu put the lid on and prepared to serve the dishes, the system suddenly popped up a prompt:

“Cooking completion rate is 95%.

"New recipes have been recorded, please name them."

He has no time to take care of the system now, and when he wins, he has time. When Xia Yu was on the plate, he glanced at the opposite side of the stage and was immediately surprised.

Click.

Bernard had no expression on his face, turned on the oven and took out a plate of 5 baked apples from it.

Put five apples on different plates, so Bernard's cooking was completed. The two of them met through the stage, and they could clearly see the expressions in each other's eyes.

"clang--"

The golden gong rang, and the last second happened to pass away.

The review table also placed two different 'black blood sausages'. One plate was served by Bernard, with the newly baked roasted apples. The fruit flavor was scattered and the slight aroma of wine was tempting.

The other plate is made of Xia Yu, without roasted apples, only blood sausages, but one is fried and the other is boiled and sliced.

The camera gives the dishes a long close-up.

Bernard's face looked ugly.

I was afraid of comparison in everything. His platter was already exquisite. The sauce was poured on the fried blood sausage and roasted apples, and the color was bright. The camera seemed to be aimed at a carefully renovated food picture, and the audience was amazed.

But the next moment, the camera moved to the plate next to it, Xia Yu smiled slightly and opened the lid!

"Wow—"

Dead silence.

The sudden burst of strong light should not be looked directly at, and the five judges in the light were stunned.

After two seconds, the light dissipated, and the blood sausage on the plate, just like the "Blood of the Cow, Pig, Bird" at the beginning, shone with a mysterious luster, red, like a strong fragrance that had not been cooked, which told the judges and the audience that the dish had been completed.

Bernard's placings, compared with the "color" of such visually impactful food, immediately fell to the mortal world.

"The shape and color are completely exploded!"

This is the audience's voice.

Erina Nakirina put down her overlapping legs, sat upright, and didn't bit her nails, looking irritated. Her eyes were blurred and stared at the screen above the venue, with her eyes clearly written:

"His food is still so beautiful!" Erina whispered, her mood suddenly calmed down. Since she met her father, her uneasy heart took root inexplicably after seeing the familiar cooking style.

Maybe, he can really defeat his father.

Erina actually wanted to completely clear the shadows her father had put on her, but she couldn't do it herself.

"cough!"

The staff handed over the microphone, Xia Yu coughed at the microphone, glanced at the dazed Bernard, and said, "Just start with my dishes, no problem?"

Bernard gritted his teeth and forced himself to say, "Okay, come first!"

Xia Yu turned his head and met the eyes of the five judges.

"People, please use—"

He said.

The second-to-last female judge with long flax color wavy hair looked at him with bad eyes and said word by word: "Staff Xia Yu, I don't agree with your dishes! I don't agree with your cooking skills!"

She had a personal nameplate in front of her: the famous gourmet, Melissa.

Fry the venue.

The audience did not expect that the first sentence of the judge would be so merciless.

Behind, Bernard clenched his fists and his eyes were excited: "I haven't lost yet!"

Xia Yu just frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because, you don't have your own things!" Melissa showed her disdain on her face, and she ruthlessly mocked her words, "I heard that you are the youngest and most talented chef in Neon, but why don't you come up with your own recipe? Imitation? Haha, on the stage of such an international event, you are really bold. No judges will agree with the imitation work. Now the more serious situation is that I deeply doubt how you passed the special assessment..."

Melissa successfully started the rhythm, and the scene suddenly echoed.

"Yes, imitation is essentially wrong! The legendary kitchenware competition is not allowed to do such a disqualified chef!"

"Get down!"

Angry shout.

Xia Yu put away his smile and glanced at the place with the loudest voice, and saw that it was the waiting area of ​​the French Academy.

However, it was not the members of the participating team that were clamoring, but a group of students who were accompanying the team, probably came to observe, study and travel, and they were all filled with righteous indignation.

"I said, don't talk nonsense, you are the judge, try it first!" Xia Yu said to the sharp-tongued female judge.

“Try it?”

"Oh!"

Melissa leaned back with her arms, leaned against the back of the chair, raised her face coldly and pointed her nose at him, "I, no, eat!"

Blue veins on the forehead swelled.

It's sun!
Chapter completed!