"So who is the winner of this turkey dish?" Winston clapped his hands, took the card sent by the staff, touched his chin, and didn't say a word for a few seconds.
This made everyone on the scene full of curiosity.
"Don't sell out Winston! Let's reveal the results!"
"Be careful everyone hits you with a plate!"
Winston coughed and said slowly: "To be honest, the votes for this turkey dish are very disparate! I'm not sure if the party behind will have a chance to catch up. The judges who chose the turkey dish as the main course have a total of Twenty-two. Thirteen of them voted for the same dish, which is Jiang Qianfan and Lin Kesong's cornmeal turkey burrito!"
There was a round of applause.
Lin Kesong blinked and looked at Jiang Qianfan: "We got fifteen votes? Did I hear it right?"
"You heard right."
As soon as Jiang Qianfan finished speaking, Lin Kesong jumped up and put his arms around his neck: "That's great! That's great! I knew everyone would like it!"
Jiang Qianfan opened his arms and let Lin Kesong hug him tightly. After a few seconds, he closed his arms and patted her on the back: "This is not the final result. Don't forget, We also have three desserts."
His expression was still as calm as water, and there was no sign of great sadness or joy.
Lin Kesong's mood also balanced with him.
"Yes, there are three desserts... and winning and losing are always temporary! Happiness is now!"
The nervousness before participating in the pk seemed to melt away, and what remained was the satisfaction in my heart.
Regardless of whether she and Jiang Qianfan can get more votes than Jessica and Elise in the end, she will not easily label herself a failure.
But Jessica frowned, clasped the edge of the countertop, and gritted her teeth: "This is impossible... How is this possible? This dish of ours is absolutely perfect in terms of heat, seasoning and matching! How could it be so easy? Lost? Is there any black box operation here? These judges must have been arranged in advance by Jiang Qianfan! Continuing this competition will only bring our own humiliation! We…”
"Are we going to retire?" Elise methodically sent the dessert plate to the dining car, she seemed very calm at the moment compared to her previous impetuousness, "and then let everyone laugh at our Quentin family for not being able to lose. Mum, don't forget, the sixty reviewers were selected by Winston and other well-known people in the industry. If the reviewers are arranged by Jiang Qianfan, it does not mean that the whole industry is with us What did the Quentins do right? What if the judges didn't judge us well? Even if we lose, we have to lose with grace."
Jessica exhaled: "Okay. If this game is really fair, instead of Jiang Qianfan using you and me as a show, then the gap of six votes, we still have a good chance to return with the Matcha Opera Cake. There's a blueberry pie coming back!"
At this time, Winston reminded everyone that the time was up. The dessert was pushed out of the back kitchen by the staff and sent to each judge.
Elise lowered her head to the loudspeaker, looked at Winston and said, "Mr. Winston, this pk has entered the final round. I have a small request."
"Oh, what's the request?" Winston looked interested.
Elise seemed serious and serious: "From the start of the competition to the main course, special commentators or judges have always been invited to comment on our works, so that our competitors' understanding of the opponent's works comes from other People. It's not good for communication and learning between the chefs on both sides. If the editor-in-chief Winston doesn't mind, I hope the final round will allow us to critique each other's work."
Jessica was very satisfied with her daughter's proposal. It's much better to judge each other's work professionally based on their taste as chefs, and find out the flaws of each other, than to hand over the results of the competition to these judges who have little understanding of the art of cooking. Even if they lose, as long as their opinions are unique, winning or losing can only represent the taste and aesthetics of these judges, not the professional level.
"Yeah! I like this proposal!" Winston looked at Jiang Qianfan and Lin Kesong and said, "What do you guys think of this proposal?"
Lin Kesong showed a big smile, which was exactly what she wanted.
Just how delicious Jessica Quentin's matcha opera cake is, before Jiang Qianfan can speak, she has already nodded.
Winston couldn't help laughing, and he said to Jiang Qianfan, "I believe you will not refuse this opportunity for Ke Song to learn and grow."
"certainly."
So the four of them left the back kitchen, came to the dining table, and sat with many judges.
Opposite Lin Kesong sat Elise. Elise's eyes were still cold.
Jessica's sitting posture looks very elegant, and her whole body exudes a general demeanor. Compared with Lin Kesong's novel appearance, she looks mature and stable.
"Qianfan, I think you understand that conquering your opponent is much more difficult than conquering the sixty jury."
"Of course. Your ability to capture taste is much higher than ordinary people. So I am also looking forward to Chef Quentin's important suggestions."
Lin Kesong didn't hear a word of what the two said. Her eyes were fixed on the plate in the waiter's hand.
The Matcha Opera Cake was brought to the table. The oblong cake, along the diagonal, reflects the green of matcha on one side and the rich, deep chocolate black on the other. Thick and even crumbs shaved from the surface of the chocolate curled onto the cake, and a crystal clear vanilla plum brittle gently rested on the cake. Lin Kesong instantly thought of the image of a young girl leaning on the opera house and bathing in sunlight.
"Eat." Jiang Qianfan turned his face in Lin Kesong's direction.
It's as if they're not tasting their opponent's work, but sipping their afternoon tea at a leisurely pace in some cafe.
"Yeah!" Lin Kesong raised his small fork and gently scooped a corner of the cake.
"Tell me how you feel." Jiang Qianfan turned sideways and held his face. Although he couldn't see it, his eyes fell on Lin Kesong's pursed lips.
He is elegant and calm. For him, everything is leisurely, and it really has nothing to do with winning or losing.
"The matcha cake layer is really good! Especially the cake layer... To achieve such a soft yet elastic effect, the ratio of eggs, egg whites, flour and butter must be very fine! Just a little imbalance will lose this effect. The pleasant feeling of being massaged by the teeth! Although matcha powder is also added to this cake, the tea powder is very fine and naturally combined with the flour, without a bit of astringency! The chocolate is also well prepared! I am in the market I have never tasted such delicious chocolate! It is soft and smooth but retains the texture of chocolate, the slight bitterness and the fragrance of matcha blend together, it is impeccable!”
Before he knew it, Lin Kesong had eaten a whole piece of cake.
The corners of Jessica's lips were slightly raised. She had long known that her cake was perfect, and it was impossible for Lin Kesong to find any flaws.
"Chef Jiang Qianfan, I'm also looking forward to your suggestions."
Jiang Qianfan picked up the fork and stroked the edge of the plate with his fingers. Because of the placement of the plate, he could not determine where the cake was.
Lin Ke Song covered the back of his hand, moved his fork with him, came to the edge of the matcha cake, and cut it gently.
Jiang Qianfan put the cake between his lips, and he only took a bite before putting down his fork.
"The perfect ratio, whether it is the amount of vanilla seeds or the degree of sweetness, I believe that even guests who are extremely averse to sweets can't refuse such a cake, just like the melodious singing from the opera house in the warmth of winter The sun reverberates. Food critics certainly live up to their reputation as Chef Quentin's signature dessert matcha opera cake."
"I believe that Chef Jiang Qianfan's Matcha Opera Cake must also be perfect. After all, you have an absolute sense of taste, and today is not the first time you have tasted this cake I made, so I believe you will copy it. It's easy."
Although she said so, Jessica didn't think her cake could be perfectly reproduced by the other party. After all, this is not the work of Jiang Qianfan alone, and Lin Kesong is also there. Jiang Qianfan's eyes are inconvenient, including the production of cream, the process of melting chocolate, etc. Lin Kesong needs to judge by himself. Lin Ke Song is the variable of this dessert.
Jessica picked up the utensils and looked at the matcha cake in front of her, from the top to the bottom, which allowed her to see the layers of the cake more clearly.
When the fork cut through the chocolate, squeezed into the cake embryo, and brushed the matcha cream frosting, it was very soft to the touch, and she hardly exerted any strength, but the cake did not deform because of it. The most important thing is that the layers are clear, even the cream frosting. And the thickness and consistency of the chocolate ganache is just right. Even before it was in her mouth, Jessica knew it tasted perfect. The rest is the difference in taste.
However, with Jiang Qianfan's grasp and precision of seasoning, Jessica knew that it would be very difficult to pick out any flaws in the taste.
And Elise next to her has already spoken: "I want to know how this vanilla syrup is made. The smell of vanilla is very strong and pure, and the amount of vanilla should not be too small. But if the amount of vanilla is too much, Cooking for too long leaves residue in the syrup and ruins the original flavor.”