Chapter 561 - Is He Revolutionizing Roast Meats?
Chapter 561 Is He Revolutionizing Roast Meats?
The Black Skipping Mountain Goat had been cleaned, and was placed into a roasting area that was obscured by wooden boards. All of the employees from Ricky’s Rotisserie had retreated off to the side. This was a contest between the two chefs. From the smoke rising from behind the wooden boards, everyone could see that Ricky had already begun roasting
Everyone then turned to look at Mag. He hadn’t covered up his roasting rack, but he wasn’t using it, either. Instead, he set the cubes of beef aside after rubbing them with a bunch of unidentifiable condiments. At present, he was stirring together a bunch of condiments with a serious expression as if he were creating some type of sauce.
“What’s the owner of Mamy Restaurant doing? Why hasn’t he started roasting meat yet?”
“I know, right? He looks to be mixing something, but as far as I know, roasting meat doesn’t require all that many condiments. Is it really a wise choice to spend so much time on this?”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Boss Mag is a genius, and he lives to revolutionize cooking. All seemingly unreasonable occurrences make sense when applied to him. Otherwise, how else do you think he created so many delicious dishes? I can tell from his focused expression that this step must be very important.”
As time passed, the aroma of roast meat was already wafting through the air from Ricky’s oven. However, Mag was still busy mixing condiments together, striking everyone with a sense of confusion. However, most of Mamy Restaurant’s regular customers were still full of confidence. They had an almost blind trust in Mag’s cooking skills.
“He seems to be mixing some type of sauce, but isn’t the texture what’s important in roast meat? Condiments can only work as secondary instruments, and they should be as light as possible. Only then can the original flavor of the roast meat be fully captured.” Shire was very perplexed as he looked at Mag. As a chef who had owned a rotisserie for over 20 years, he thought that he had quite an extensive understanding of roast meats. As such, he was unable to comprehend what Mag was doing. In his opinion, it was clearly not very smart to waste so much time on such a trivial procedure in such an important contest.
During cooking contests, most chefs would strive to finish their dishes first in order to prevent the judges from forming preconceptions after tasting the opponent’s dish before theirs.
Mag had sliced his beef into cubes so they should cook more easily than Ricky’s whole goat. However, he hadn’t even started the fire yet, and was instead wasting a lot of time on condiments. That was very foolish in a cooking contest like this.
I hope this guy won’t waste a high-class ingredient like Ironhide Bull beef. Otherwise, I’m going to leave him a scathing review! Febid thought to himself.
“Takes the board away.” Half an hour later, Ricky’s voice sounded from within the makeshift capsules created by the wooden boards. The employees of Ricky’s Rotisserie immediately rushed forward to remove the wooden boards, thereby revealing the large black oven within.
Ricky was standing in front of the oven with sweat pouring down his face, slowly rotating the goat over the flames. The goat was already golden brown in color, and a rich, fragrant aroma wafted through the air following the removal of the boards.
“It smells so good! I feel like I’d be able to eat that entire thing!”
The spectators’ eyes lit up as they were all attracted by the aroma of the roast meat.
That fatso’s cooking skills seem to have improved, and that oven is also quite interesting. To think that it can cook a whole goat to such a degree in just half an hour; the whole thing should be ready in less than another half an hour. Febid was slightly surprised as he looked at Ricky. He then looked at Mag, who still appeared to be wasting time, and he couldn’t help but shake his head. Had he already given up?
A smug smile appeared on Ricky’s face as he heard the chatter around him. He wiped at the sweat on his forehead with a cloth and turned to check on Mag. His expression faltered slightly at the sight of what Mag was doing, but a mocking smile then appeared on his face. It appeared that Mag had just been bluffing after all. He clearly didn’t have a clue how to roast meat, so the contest was already decided.
After putting down the third bowl of sauce, a smile also appeared on Mag’s face. Even though this was a contest, he already had a blueprint that he was going to abide by in his heart. He was going to take this opportunity to promote his new dish and advertise all three flavors at once.
He looked at the smug smile on Ricky’s face and his maladroit oven, and raised his eyebrows slightly. He had wasted a lot of time mixing together the sauces, so it appeared that he had to make haste.
He picked up a bamboo skewer that was about 30 centimeters long from the basket beside him, and began to skewer the cubes of meat. Each skewer carried three cubes of beef, each of which were separated by about two centimeters. Soon, an entire plate had been filled with a stack of kebabs.
“What’s Boss Mag doing? Why is he skewering the beef? Is he revolutionizing roast meats?”
“He must be! This is the first time I’ve seen roast meat kebabs; will it taste good?”
“There are only three cubes of meat per kebab; that’s not a lot. I prefer the roast goat in comparison. It smells so good; I’m going to visit Ricky’s Rotisserie to taste it for myself tomorrow.”
“There’s not much time left for Boss Mag; can he finish at around the same time as Boss Ricky? It’ll be detrimental to him if he finishes too late.”
Everyone began to appraise Mag with curiosity. His method of roasting meat was completely different from the traditional one, and some people were already growing quite concerned.
“Father will win for sure!” Amy sat on her little stool with a confident expression as she held Ugly Duckling in her arms.
“Please, Boss, you have to win.” Yabemiya had her fists clenched with a nervous look on her face.
“Amy, toss a little fireball over here to ignite these coals.” Mag waved his hand toward Amy as he finished skewering his kebabs. Starting a fire was a very time-consuming procedure, so he decided to take a shortcut. After all, it would be bad if he ended up being too slow and all of the judges were already full.
“Alright.” Amy nodded as she tossed a small fireball into the roasting oven. The black coals immediately turned red-hot as a result.
“That’s enough.” Mag snapped his fingers, and Amy immediately cut off her flame output. The coals in the oven had been incinerated to just the right extent, and there was a faint aroma of pinewood wafting through the air.
“Nice party trick! I’m already finished, yet you’re only just starting! Let me see how you’re going to compete with me!” Ricky applied a layer of oil to his goat and rotated it a few more cycles again. He then slowly pulled out the roasting rack, revealing a whole roast goat with golden crispy skin.