Meng Chuan was unhurriedly peeling the tomatoes.
"toot, go and deal with the prawns!”
As he dealt with it, he instructed toot beside him.
He seemed very relaxed.
On the judges 'seats, Consul Bu Lang looked at the leisurely Meng Chuan, wondering what he was up to.
However!
Since he was able to make the Golden Crescent Bread, he must have his own ideas.
At this time, Bajeru had already started cooking.
In one breath, he actually took out five frying pans.
"Oh, now we can see that Chef Bajeru actually prepared five frying pans!”
"What is he trying to do?”
The host asked repeatedly.
Bajeru smiled sinisterly.
He already knew the eating habits of these five judges like the back of his hand.
He would make appropriate adjustments to the dishes according to his personal tastes.
For example, Eric traveled around the world and especially liked thick spices such as curry.
Then, he would put a lot of spices in the fried rice to satisfy his strong taste.
Another example was that Consul Brown liked refreshing flavors.
Then he would make Consul Brown's plate lighter.
In this world, there was no such thing as an all-purpose taste.
There were five people, so there were five different tastes.
Satisfying the needs of these five different flavors was the spirit of cooking.
This was what a chef should do.
That brat, can you do it?
I'm the top chef.
As Bajeru cooked, he glanced sideways at Meng Chuan.
At this moment!
Meng Chuan was still slowly processing the ingredients.
The foreigners just now could not stand it anymore.
They all began to point out the situation.
"That little brat knows how to make fried rice!”
"Yeah! I think the bread just now was just a coincidence!”
"How can this guy compare to Chef Bajeru?”
"My son knows how to process ingredients slowly like this!”
Meng Chuan smiled at these taunts.
He could only hope that these guys would still be so calm when they slapped their faces later.
toot was also very anxious.
However, Meng Chuan remained the same.
At this moment, Bajeru was frying five frying pans.
He was constantly wandering around.
His fat body was like a balloon.
All kinds of ingredients emitted an alluring fragrance in the flames.
It was almost time.
Bajeru waved his wrist.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The fried rice in the pot jumped into the plate.
Pa!
The five plates were placed in a row.
The judges were stunned.
"It's done!"
The host also noticed the situation.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Bajeru's Bluff Mixed Fried Rice has been completed!”
Bajeru raised his head slightly.
He had a proud expression on his face.
He was too familiar with this fried rice.
Even with his eyes closed, he could still stir it up.
So this time, not only did he use a short time.
And every step was impeccable.
These five plates of fried rice represented the peak of his culinary skills.
On the other side!
Meng Chuan was still making preparations.
He was carefully boiling the peeled tomatoes in the pot.
It made people anxious!
The crowd outside the railing could not help but complain.
"Damn it! Meng Chuan really made people anxious!”
"That foreign chef has already finished cooking!”
"Yeah, his materials are all raw!”
At that moment, the leisurely Meng Chuan's expression finally changed.
He was no longer as lazy as before.
His aura had returned to its peak state.
The preparations were all completed.
However, there was not much time left.
Bajru sneered in his heart when he saw this.
Little ghosts were little ghosts after all!
There were less than seven minutes left.
In such a short time, if he could turn the tables, he would go eat shit.
In short!
He had already secured victory in this game.
He laughed wildly in his heart.
As for Meng Chuan, his eyes were filled with determination.
"Then, please enjoy the Chinese magic I brought!”
"Our Chinese dishes only show their true colors in the last 10% of the time!”
Meng Chuan picked up the prepared materials with both hands.
He poured it into the pot crazily.
"Ha!"
That aura was simply burning to the extreme!
"Contestant Meng Chuan finally made his move at the last moment!”
The host hurriedly shouted.
Everyone's gazes gathered on Meng Chuan.
"Humph! Idiot, how can we make it in time if we only start now!”
Bajeru shook his index finger and said contemptuously.
At that moment, Meng Chuan turned a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.
He picked up three eggs and threw them into the air.
Then, he picked up the spoon used for cooking and broke them into pieces.
In the blink of an eye.
The egg white and egg yolk fell into the bowl.
With a wave of the spoon, the extra eggshell fell into the trash can.
The entire process only took a mere three seconds.
"What fast movements!"
Consul Brown exclaimed after reading it.
This was the so-called Chinese magic!
"Fancy!"
Bajeru snorted coldly.
"Let's start the fried rice now!"
Meng Chuan placed the beaten eggs into the oil pan.
Then, he added the rice.
Boom!
Flames exploded.
Meng Chuan quickly stir-fried it.
The rice was like a wave, rising and falling.
After a series of operations.
Every grain of rice was evenly wrapped by the egg liquid.
Its entire body was shining with a golden luster, making people dazzled.
This was the Golden Fried Rice!
Just this dish alone was enough to conquer the judges 'stomachs.
However, Meng Chuan had prepared for so long.
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