Chapter 727
Chapter 727:
Ashton replied without turning his head, “There’s no time to think about that now. We’re racing against the clock. So, instead of worrying about whether we’re being targeted by the organizers, let’s just start cooking and finish our task on time.”
As he spoke, Ashton had already finished selecting the ingredients he needed.
Malcom’s eyes quickly scanned the ingredients laid out around Ashton’s stove, and he froze when he saw seven types of meat carefully arranged on the counter. His gaze sharpened as he instantly realized what dish Ashton intended to cook this time.
He continued, “Do you want to make Meat Eater Casserole? But each type of meat here weighs at least ten pounds. There’s only the two of us. By the time we finish marinating the meat, the others will have already served their dishes. Why don’t we just cook something simpler?”
Ashton shook his head and said firmly, “It is absolutely impossible for an ordinary dish to win the approval of one hundred people. If you want to be recognized by them, we must prepare something impressive, a dish that will entice their taste buds. As for the time, don’t worry about it. I can handle it all by myself.”
After saying this, Ashton started wielding his knife before Malcom could react.
Skinning, deboning, slicing, Ashton moved with the precision of a seasoned expert. His knife skills were so proficient that Malcom found it incredible.
In the blink of an eye, he had finished processing ten pounds of meat.
Almost seventy pounds of various kinds of meat piled up, all processed by Ashton alone in less than ten minutes. The efficiency and precision with which he worked were nothing short of astonishing.
It was only then that Malcom realized Ashton’s culinary skills far exceeded his imagination. Watching Ashton move seamlessly from task to task, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and disbelief. It turned out that Ashton could effortlessly prepare dishes for one hundred people. No wonder Ashton had said before the second round that he couldn’t keep up with his instructions.
At that time, Malcom had felt a bit indignant. But now that he had witnessed Ashton’s knife skills, he realized Ashton hadn’t been bragging at all.
𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗀⍺𝗅☼𝗇𝗈☼ν𝖊☼𝗅𝘀☼ⅽ𝗈☼𝗆
Half an hour later, the ninety-seven members of the audience began to take their seats. Ashton, whose team had the smallest number, had already completed the dish. Despite the limited manpower, he and Malcom had managed to work seamlessly together, now serving the dish to them.
At this moment, Morris also raised his hand, signaling that he had finished his dish. With a nod from the judges, he began distributing his creation with the help of his team members.
Everyone fell silent in stunned surprise when they realized that the dish Morris served was exactly the same as Ashton’s. They both made a dish called Meat Eater Casserole.
Morris paused briefly, his expression shifting to one of mild surprise as his gaze fell upon Ashton’s dish. A moment later, he smiled faintly, his eyes glinting with intrigue.
“I had intended to challenge you with your own restaurant’s signature dish,” Morris remarked with enthusiasm, “but I never imagined we’d both present the exact same creation. Now, I am even more eager to see the outcome.”
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