"He used an extremely sharpened knife to find the most suitable angle on the fish's body, then skillfully peeled the fish bones from the meat using a combination of cutting and prying.
However, this is the first time I've seen someone do it to this extent in one go. He's truly a remarkable man! This competition has become interesting!"
The one speaking was still the old man in his sixties. Although he was old, he still looked very energetic.
Especially after seeing Dylan's superb techniques, his face was full of admiration, and he looked at Dylan as if he were looking at a piece of high-quality uncut jade!
"Look quickly! That guy just put his hand on the fish, and the scales flew off by themselves! What's the principle behind that? It's so magical!"
"How is that possible? He actually used his hand to peel off the fish scales, which are so hard they can even dull a kitchen knife blade?"
"Is this a magic trick? Amazing!"
Suddenly, someone pointed in Dylan's direction, his eyes wide, his voice full of disbelief.
In the sky, the splashing fish scales caused a heated discussion to erupt on the scene. Everyone focused their attention on the cooking station where Dylan was, wanting to know how he did it.
"It's a steel wire."
Alice Nakiri, who had been observing Dylan's movements all along, murmured. With her excellent eyesight, she saw the steel wire in his hand at a glance, shining brightly under the sunlight at this moment.
"Steel wire?"
Some people around her heard her murmur and immediately narrowed their eyes to look at Dylan's hand, then noticed a silver-white object flashing.
And under the friction of this object, the originally hard-as-iron scales quickly separated from the sea bream's body, flying into the air and piling up into a small mountain on the table.
With this, the sea bream was processed!
"I see. If you use steel wire as a kitchen knife, any curve or angle is suitable. To actually think of this method to handle sea bream scales, what an interesting kid!"
The old man nodded with a face full of approval, a different kind of appreciation in his eyes as he looked at Dylan, and at the same time, he watched even more intently.
"Flashy nonsense! Cooking isn't your monkey show tricks!"
Seeing everyone's attention on Dylan, and everyone praising him, a sense of crisis inexplicably rose in Jessie's heart, and he immediately said sourly.
However, Dylan had already entered a cooking state at this moment, completely blocking out the outside sounds. He simply adjusted the flame to medium heat, then took out a small pot for stewing and added butter to it.
Since his opponent was a chef from England, he would use French cuisine to counter. This dish was created by the top-class chef Paul decades ago.
Potato Scale Sea Bream.
As the name suggests, the main ingredients were potatoes and sea bream. During the process of learning to cook, Dylan had further modified it.
He quickly diced a small portion of onion into the pot, added bay leaves, garlic, and white mushrooms, and sautéed them over medium heat until fragrant. Then he added fish bones and the trimmed fish meat (for the aesthetic appeal of the fish body) to make fish bone broth.
When the fish bone broth turned slightly white, he added white wine, brought it to a boil, then added water until it covered the fish bones, and simmered it over medium-low heat for fifteen minutes.
"Orange? What is that guy going to do?"
While the soup was simmering, Dylan walked into the fish shop and took out the leftover oranges that the fish shop owner and his family had been eating. He had seen them earlier when he was in the shop.
On the other side, Jessie was pan-frying the fish. There were also fruits on his cooking station, but unlike Dylan's oranges, he was using lemons.
"Both sides used fruit? The flavor of fruit can indeed effectively stimulate the flavor of the fish meat, making it more delicious, while also adding the fruit's own fragrance to the fish.
However, it's not easy to coordinate the ratio of flavor between the fruit and the fish meat."
The fish shop owner, Ang, watched the two who were operating with his arms crossed. One was the famous head chef of [Noyu], and the other was an unknown kid. Logically, the outcome was already very obvious, but for some reason, he felt that Dylan would win.
Regardless of the various superb techniques Dylan had displayed earlier, just looking at his eyes, Ang knew he was very powerful.
He had only seen this kind of gaze on the face of the chief examiner when he took the second-class chef exam, a gaze of extreme confidence in one's own strength.
People with such eyes were either extremely arrogant or extremely powerful. Combining the techniques Dylan had shown earlier, he was clearly the latter.
"I'm almost done. How will the winner of this competition be decided?"
"Then let the onlookers here evaluate. Each person will take two colored strips of paper, red and blue. Whoever thinks whose dish is more delicious will put the corresponding chef's strip into the box."
Seeing that Dylan was still focused on cooking, the fish shop owner thought for a moment in response to Jessie's question and turned his gaze to the watching crowd.
"Everyone, that's the situation. Is anyone willing to taste?"
"I'm willing!"
"I'm willing too, or rather, please let me!"
For a moment, the response on the scene was enthusiastic. Everyone's face was filled with excitement. For ordinary people like them, the opportunity to taste top-quality cuisine was rare!
"I have no problem with this evaluation method."
Jessie nodded and said, then began the final touches on his dish. At this moment, his expression was extremely serious, completely devoid of his initial frivolousness.
The speed of his hands also became faster and faster, his cooking techniques as dazzling as watching a performance, reattracting the attention of some of the audience.
Clearly, his reputation as a top-class chef was not unfounded, but something he had truly earned through hard work and dedication!
On the other side.
Dylan was working with potatoes. Outsiders only saw a flash of silver light in his hand, and then the potatoes were cut into small rectangular strips about one centimeter wide.
With a little trimming, the small rectangular strips became oval.
Stacking the oval strips together, he quickly sliced them into thin pieces. Driven by the kitchen knife, the thin slices flew off the cutting board and went into a glass bowl all at once. Then Dylan added melted butter and potato starch, mixing them evenly to give them stickiness.
Thus, the potato scales were completed.
He took the thickest piece of subcutaneous fat from the sea bream meat and layered the processed potato slices on top of the fish skin, one layer pressing onto the other, forming a texture similar to fish scales.
Then he placed it in the fish shop's refrigerator for rapid freezing, locking in the moisture of the meat while fixing its shape, preventing it from falling apart during the later frying process.
"Please enjoy, [Noyu] restaurant's spring signature dish, Sea Bream with Lemon Butter Sauce. I hope it will satisfy everyone."
To avenge Dylan's previous humiliation, Jessie put in 120% effort this time. This was also the first top-class dish he had researched and developed in his culinary career. After continuous modification and research over the years, he had already touched the edge of luminous cuisine!
Therefore, he had absolute confidence that he could defeat Dylan with this dish.
But then again, if he lost in his greatest area of expertise, lost to such a young kid, then he wouldn't have to continue in the culinary world!
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