People are eating halberds, I am a chef in the dark cooking world!

Under the gaze of Nakiri Senzaemon.

Malkanta slowly put down the iron ball in his hand.

The iron ball, which was reddened by friction and constantly emitting hot air, was placed directly on the stove by Malkanta.

Although Malkanta had gloves on his hands, how could gloves be able to block the extremely high temperature of the iron ball?

Under such a high temperature, Markanta's face did not show any pain, and even smiled.

"call……"

Malkanta breathed a sigh of relief, then put his hands directly on the iron ball, and gently pushed it upwards.

The upper part of the iron ball was picked up by Markanta, revealing the beef in the iron ball.

The beef that was still bright red just now has turned brown.

obviously.

Under the roasting of iron balls and centrifugal force, the raw beef has now become cooked beef.

"Not bad……"

Looking at the beef in the iron pan, Malkanta said with a smile.

Then he picked up the tongs and gently clamped the beef in the iron pan.

Because this piece of beef is extremely smooth and tender, Malkanta just exerted a little force, and the juice exuding the fragrance of beef flowed out of the beef.

Looking at the beef in his hand, Malkanta lightly tossed it on the prepared plate.

This extremely tender piece of beef is not like other beef that can't get up when it falls on the plate.

I saw this piece of beef from Malkanta, after falling on the plate, it bounced up again.

And it didn't just flick once, it took three full flicks before it stopped on the plate.

"Such bouncy beef..."

"Is this really beef? Why do I feel like jelly!"

Looking at the piece of beef on the plate, the late-night cook upstairs couldn't help saying aloud.

"Beef, of course."

"Didn't he show us what he did just now?"

"only……"

"I didn't expect the beef he cooked to bounce so well!"

Another late-night cook heard the words and said slowly.

"Who would have thought that such bouncy beef could be made with that iron ball!"

"And his iron ball, if I were to use it, I wouldn't know how to use it either!"

Another late-night cook looked at the beef on the plate and said with a bitter expression.

I don't know if I don't compare.

With this comparison, they immediately saw the gap between themselves and Malkanta.

Some of them had teased Malkanta for being a clown before because of the makeup on his face.

But now it seems.

Clowns are completely themselves!

"really……"

The other late-night cooks nodded their heads quickly and echoed.

Under the gaze of everyone, Marcanta put the beef on the warm plate, then picked up a piece of cheese, cut it into powder and evenly sprinkled it on the steak.

But it's not over yet.

After spreading the cheese, Marcanta heated up a pot of hot oil and poured it lightly on the steak.

When the hot oil touched the cheese, there was a sizzling sound.

The extremely high temperature of the hot oil easily blends the cheese thoroughly.

At this time, the cheese is like a shell, covering the beef.

But it's not over yet.

I saw Marcanta lightly sprinkle some black pepper and sea salt on the steak.

this moment.

The aroma of cheese, the peppery aroma of black pepper, the salty aroma of sea salt, and the meaty aroma of steak all come out at the same time.

This scent spread to the surroundings at a very fast speed.

It can be said that this recipe of Malkanta has directly affected other late-night cooks who have not yet finished cooking.

"My circus cuisine..."

"finished!"

Putting the lid on the plate, Malkanta narrated his situation loudly.

Hearing Malkanta's voice, the man in the suit beside him couldn't help shaking his palms.

He never imagined that Malkanta could be completed so quickly.

He thought that he would finish the cooking very quickly.

But he never expected that his cooking was only four-fifths of the way, and Marcanta was already finished.

This……

Why did he finish it so fast!

The man in the suit roared in his heart, and hastened the movements in his hands.

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[-] words, the extra [-] I have not added more during this period of time to compensate everyone,

There are already a lot of drafts I have accumulated these days, and I will officially add updates tomorrow!

144 Throw in Tokyo Bay!

144 Throw in Tokyo Bay!

"Isn't it done yet?"

Seeing the sudden acceleration of the man in the suit, Malkanta narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hahahahaha!"

Immediately afterwards, Malkanta laughed out loud.

"Since you haven't done it yet, I'm sorry..."

After Markanta finished speaking, he picked up the tray and walked towards Nakiri Senzaemon.

Obviously, he didn't intend to let Nakiri Senzaemon taste it after the man in the suit finished cooking.

Through the rules of the competition that Ace said before, he has figured out one thing.

That is, the sooner Nakiri Senzaemon can taste his own cuisine, the better.

To know.

This competition was conducted by twenty chefs at the same time.

Although Nakiri Senzaemon is a master of cooking, he has extremely high cooking skills.

But no matter how powerful Nakiri Senzaemon is, if he eats seven or eight dishes in a row, it will more or less affect his judgment.

therefore.

In Markanta's thinking, it is to let Nakiri Senzaemon taste his own dishes first, and let Nakiri Senzaemon make the most fair judgment.

As for whether his cooking can be recognized by Nakiri Senzaemon?

Malkanta hadn't thought about it at all.

In Malkanta's eyes, in this venue, only those late-night cooking companions who came with him had a slight chance of winning him.

As for the remaining late-night cooks?

In his eyes, it's just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, so there's no need to worry about it!

"This guy……"

Hearing the mocking sound of Malkanta in his ears, the man in the suit couldn't help clenching his fists, and accelerated the movement of his hands again.

He knew very well why Marcanta said such words in his own ear.

Because Malkanta wants to use this method to speed up his movements again, thereby increasing the probability of making mistakes.

Although the man in the suit saw through Malkanta's tricks.

But in order to let Nakiri Senzaemon taste his food faster, he sped up his movements again.

Under the gaze of everyone, Markanta came directly to Takayama Fumi and Nakiri Senzaemon with a plate.

"Master Gaoshan."

"Master Nakiri..."

"Please use."

As Marcanta spoke, he lifted the lid.

The moment the lid is lifted.

A smell of cheese comes out from the lid.

"Cheese, black pepper, sea salt..."

Smelling the smell in the air, Nakiri Senzaemon said with a smile.

Look around.

I saw crystal clear soup hanging on the russet steak, and puffs of hot air continued to evaporate from the steak.

Looking at the steak on the plate, Nakiri Senzaemon nodded in satisfaction.

The color, aroma, and taste of this Malkanta dish have reached a very high level.

Although Nakiri Senzaemon has not yet tasted the steak of Malkanta.

But judging from the excellent two, this steak will definitely not be unpalatable!

"Mr. Gao Shan."

"Are you sure you don't want to eat?"

Nakiri Senzaemon turned his head and glanced at Fumi Takayama beside him, and asked.

Markanta, who was standing in front of the two of them, immediately looked at Gao Shanwen expectantly.

obviously,

He really wanted Gao Shanwen to taste his own cooking and comment on it.

And the reason why he has this idea.

It was entirely because he tasted Gao Shanwen's bowl of soup and knew that Gao Shanwen's cooking skills were far above his own.

because of this.

Only then would he want Gao Shanwen to comment on his cooking.

Maybe he can learn some insights from Gao Shanwen's comments.

Listening to Nakiri Senzaemon's question, Takayama Wen didn't answer, but shook his head.

Seeing Takayama Fumi's actions, Nakiri Senzaemon knew that no matter how much he persuaded him, Takayama Fumi would not touch the steak on the plate.