Doom Knight System

"I look forward to Master Lancelot's theory being as high as his cooking skills. I am willing to bet on the title of Michelin three-star chef and my reputation." Ramsey said loudly.He knew that if he didn't suppress Lancelot today, he would have no reputation at all after tomorrow.

It was the first time that a master chef challenged a master inventor. Everyone thought that Lancelot would refuse.

Lancelow shook his head, looked at Monica dotingly, stood up and said, "Then I will present a dish to this beautiful lady beside me to express my admiration for her."

Due to the mistakes made by rudeness before, Lancelow intends to make up for it. After all, it is the first time for Monica, and he is still a little reluctant to let go.

"What does your own winning or losing have to do with me...me?" Monica blushed and smiled embarrassingly, but she felt a little sweet in her heart.

The guests in the restaurant stopped eating again, watching Lancelot and Ramsay walk into the back kitchen excitedly and curiously. Monica didn't expect Lancelot to actually start cooking, and couldn't help but Also stood up and followed the kitchen.

Her movements seemed to be a signal. The guests, including Faraday, crowded into the kitchen. After receiving the news, the reporters outside were jumping anxiously, but they were stopped by the guarding knights and couldn't get in at all.

Lancelot walked into the kitchen, nodded and said, "It's a good sanitary environment." Then he came to the chopping board and began to check the knives.

"I have all the ingredients here, all of which are A5 grade ingredients." Seeing Lancelow's professional inspection action, Ramsay restrained his contempt and said slowly.

"Pork." Lancelot said two words lightly. In his memory, he was at the pinnacle of eating, and the three-star chef with more than ten years of experience was no match at all.

Ramsay's scalp suddenly went numb, and he suddenly felt an indescribable breath, as if he was not facing a person, but a high god, looking down at him with indifferent eyes, which gave him a bad feeling So, he gritted his teeth and said, "No problem."

After finishing speaking, someone fished out a transparent plastic bag from a treasure in a metal container, which contained a piece of fresh pork.

The magic of treasures is used to keep the pork in the freshest state, which is only available in Michelin family restaurants.

"Without radiation, the a5 wild pork that grows freely in the virgin forest is characterized by fresh and tender meat, rich nutrition, and good palatability. However, after cooking at a low temperature of 57 degrees, although it ensures its freshness, it will affect its taste. Just give me a piece of ordinary pork." Lancelow threw the plastic bag back in front of Ramsay without looking at it.

Ramsay said coldly: "Do you think you can use ordinary pork to win against A5 wild boar? Master Lancelot is so conceited. Let's use the same ingredients. I don't want you to blame it after losing on the food."

The manager frightened and took out a piece of A3 grade pork. Although it is also high-grade pork, it is much worse than A5 grade pork. Fortunately, it is very fresh.

Lancelot's gaze suddenly sharpened like a long sword, and his palms moved over various ingredients. Everyone present immediately felt a kind of pressure, almost making hair stand on end. Under this pressure, Ramsay couldn't help but Turning his head to the side, only the sound of heavy breathing remained in the entire kitchen.

"Fresh onions, strong white wine, black pepper, salt..." Lancelow began to read what he needed, and after listening to Ramsay, he was completely relieved.

"No matter how you do it, it's just the most common pork chop." Ramsay mocked.

Lancelot said lightly: "As I said just now, an excellent chef must know how to respect the ingredients and restore the most essential taste of the food."

"Okay, let's start, I'm already hungry." Monica smiled, she couldn't help but want to eat Lancelot's food.

Women's psychology is very special, they obviously hate it to death, but once the relationship is established, even if Lancelot makes a mess, she is willing to eat it, and the taste will definitely be better than anyone in the world.

There is a saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.As long as Monica likes it, who can judge that Lancelot has lost?On this point, Ramsey has not seen through from beginning to end.

Lancelot picked up a long onion, raised the kitchen knife in his hand, twisted his wrist, and hung upside down in a strange posture, as if performing a strange ritual.

Suddenly, this extremely ordinary kitchen knife erupted with a dazzling cold light, clang!The long shallots were formed in three sections, and then quickly passed through the middle without a single pause in the middle, and it only took a second to slice the shallots, as if these shallots were originally in this state.

"The characteristics of oriental dishes are that the raw materials are mostly processed into blocks, slices, shreds, strips, etc. or made whole, and they are heated with high heat to quickly prepare dishes to maintain the taste characteristics of the raw materials." Lancelot said while adding Deep-fry the scallions in a frying pan at low temperature.

"Hiss!" This kind of knife skill really frightened people, including Ramsay, but the real skill depends on the seasoning afterwards.

However, no one dared to say that Lancelot could not cook.

One of the chefs didn't quite understand Lancelot's method, so he asked in a low voice, "Why is the scallion fried in white? What kind of dish are you going to make?"

"Frying at low temperature can maximize the aroma of shallots. This is the technique of oriental cuisine. Look carefully, this Lord Earl should also be a master of cooking!" Ramsay said solemnly.

Lancelot took a piece of pork tendon from the pork, and patted the meat lightly with his right hand. It seemed that he didn't use much force, but in fact the fascia inside had been broken up by the spiral force.

Then, pressing the beef with his left hand, the kitchen knife in his right hand began to spin rapidly, and the whole piece of boar meat was instantly covered by the blade.

The chilly knife light seemed to grow in Lancelot's hand. In the blink of an eye, the knife light disappeared, and the wild boar was still the same piece of wild boar, without any change on the surface.

"Hmph... what is this fancy..." A chef couldn't help but start to scream, but before he could finish speaking, someone screamed.

The whole piece of boar meat was just under everyone's eyelids, and it turned into squares as thick as fingers.

At this moment, everyone started to applaud. There are not many people in the world who can do this, let alone witness it with their own eyes.

And Lancelot relies entirely on the instinctive knight swordsmanship of the body. The so-called one-handedness, Wandatong, is the truth.

Ramsay frowned, didn't express his opinion, and didn't applaud. In his eyes, these were nothing. He could do exactly the same thing, but the time would be slower.