Qian Chen counted it.

Onion, garlic, carrot, mouth mushroom, colored pepper, white wine, rosemary, black pepper crushed, sea salt, beef bone broth, butter, Bordeaux red wine...

Qian Chen first washed the lamb chops, removed the blood, then put them in a bowl, added white wine, black pepper, rosemary, minced garlic, shredded onion, sea salt, and grip well.

Next, put it in the refrigerator and start a long marinating process. This time will last at least two hours before it can taste.

Qian Chen definitely couldn't waste all his time on this.

Fortunately, he has a trick.

Qian Chen opened the system panel with his mind and smiled confidently at the kitchen skill "Wing Chun" who had reached level 20.

Bang!

The lamb chop was thrown on the chopping board, and then Qian Chen slowly rolled up his sleeves, then set off Wing Chun's starting position...

Bang bang bang bang!

The people in the entire examination room immediately looked at Qian Chen with shock.

There is also such an operation!?

Qian Chen made a move as fast as lightning, and his fists turned into continuous fist shadows and hit the lamb chops.

"This is the legendary Celestial Kung Fu!?"

"This is the first time I've seen it!"

Many nobles were amazed.

Of course, there are also people who don’t like it.

"What are you doing? It's simply unsightly and elegant!"

“It’s so rude!”

Especially Albert, who was sitting in the examiner's position, wanted to kick Qian Chen out.

‘This bastard is simply defiling the sacred French cuisine! Damn savage!’

But he is the examiner and blames him and cannot act rashly.

However, Qian Chen had already labeled the old gentleman: rude, barbaric, defilement and elegance.

In the face of the discussions of everyone, Qian Chen turned a deaf ear and only focused on tapping the lamb chops in front of him.

In less than ten minutes, the lamb chops completely grew, and the meat became softer. The seasonings were absorbed into the lamb under Qian Chen's continuous tapping.

Qian Chen sliced ​​the onion, pepper, carrot and mushrooms into the lamb chops, and then used the pickled lamb chops juice to grab the auxiliary ingredients and lamb chops evenly.

Line the baking tray with tin foil, then spread the lamb chops and auxiliary ingredients evenly on the baking tray.

Then put the baking tray in the preheated oven for 20 minutes.

Without caring about the lamb chops in the oven, Qian Chen then began to prepare homemade black pepper sauce.

Use a pan to melt the top French presidential butter, add chopped onion, minced mushrooms and stir-fry, sprinkle with minced black pepper and salt.

Turn to low heat, pour in beef stock until the water in the pot evaporates a lot, and then add corn starch that has been mixed with water.

When the black pepper sauce turns into a paste again, drizzle it with Bordeaux red wine.

Along with a surging flame rising into the air, a thick stack of black pepper juice was ready.

At this time, 20 minutes were almost here. Qian Chen took out the lamb chops, brushed them with black pepper juice, and then put them in the oven again.

After 20 minutes, the oven turned on and a rich fragrance came to my face.

Qian Chen sniffed it, but his face was extremely solemn.

Cut off a piece of lamb chop with a knife and fork and put it in your mouth.

Among all kinds of spice flavors, the fishy smell of mutton is unique, without any weakening limit.

Obviously, this French grilled lamb chop failed.

Qian Chen completely underestimated the fishy smell contained in this special fantasy-grade mutton.

Seeing Qian Chen take a bite, he threw the lamb chop aside and did not serve it on the jury stand. All the noble audiences in the stands found that he had failed.

So the noble audience who had been observing for a long time suddenly took action.

In a private room, a short and fat nobleman with a huge beer belly and a wig on his head waved. Behind him was hidden in the darkness, and the servant with a full-covered mask immediately walked up to him.

"Press me the candidate No. 10, one million francs."

"Your will."

The attendant immediately started to operate on the computer beside him, and soon a crystal-like card was handed over to the noble man as a certificate.

"Press me the candidate No. 2, two million francs!"

"I'll press No. 8, five million!"

The same scene took turns to be performed in various private rooms.

Seeing the movement in the stands above, Albert's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't say anything.

Who made this the will of His Majesty the great emperor?

It can entertain the nobles and bring a large amount of taxes to the empire, so why not do it?

The one who got the most bet was the Knight of the Saint Laurent family. Her odds have reached an astonishing 1:1.3!

In other words, if she wins first place in the practical exam, the winner will only get 1.3 times the bet, which is better than nothing.

The one who got the second odds was actually Annastasia, an international student.

People put their attention on her perhaps because of her nationality.

Since this fantasy ingredient is produced in Tsarist Russia, she will not be unaware of it as the princess of Tsarist Russia, so she won at the starting line.

Some nobles had certain expectations for her.

Annastasia's odds are 1:1.5 slightly worse than Sofia.

Qian Chen was also a big hit in betting, but his first trial failed completely. Considering that he was a native of the Celestial Empire and perhaps he had not had any in-depth contact with French cuisine, some nobles who were originally watching him turn to other goals.

As a result, Qian Chen's odds soared, and now it has reached 1:10, which is almost similar to other candidates who are not optimistic about.

Only when you really want to bet on him will you bet on him.

For example, the charming noble lady who once fantasized about experiencing the Pure Land with Qian Chen so that she could complete her 'stamp collecting' habit was run by her female companion and bet on Qian Chen by two million francs.

Although she regretted it after betting. She just loves "stamp collection" and is not a fan of being a flower slut. She will also feel distressed if she throws away two million francs in vain.

Qian Chen didn't know that he and the candidates below had become the targets of gambling and fun for the nobles in the stands above.

He was racking his brains to think about how to suppress the fishy smell that was so rich that it was disgusting and improve the way to slag chops.

At this time, candidates failed the exam one after another, and they were labeled as losers by the nobles in the stands above, and almost no one bet on them.

As a candidate failed, the atmosphere in the examination room suddenly became tense.

Except for a small number of confident candidates, most of them began to sweat beads as big as beans on their foreheads.

At this time, Qian Chen had a flash of spirit.

"The test questions only say that French cuisine is used for cooking, but it is not said that spices are not allowed."

Qian Chen immediately became interested and picked up a piece of white paper and wrote and painted it on it.

Soon, he submitted an application for ingredients to the servant beside him again.

Anyway, in this exam, except lamb chops, any ingredients can be applied for unlimited use.
Chapter completed!