Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 1238

Chapter 1238: Chapter 1238: How Could It Be So Perfect?_1 Chapter 1238 -1238: How Could It Be So Perfect?_1 “The longer the time waits, the more the flavor of the cuisine is affected,” Samson Zhekova said.

“But you can’t dictate the order in which the judges taste, and you can’t ask them to taste yours first.”

“So what you can do is, within your ability, try to maintain the freshness of the dishes and ensure they are still within their best tasting period when being tasted.”

“Your ability is to try to time it as closely as possible to the end of a round of cooking, preferably until the very last second.”

“What you’ll face is not social experience, but competition experience.

You may have a lot of social experience, but when it comes to competition experience, you are far behind Pingla’s students.”

“They experience such a competition every month, so they understand how crucial the control of cooking time is.”

Samson Zhekova casually tossed his cutlery aside, with no intention of tasting Quentin Woodridge’s dish any further.

“In other respects, they may still have much to learn.

However, when it comes to competition, you definitely have a lot to learn from them.”

Samson Zhekova then tasted dishes from a few other contestants from outside the school.

Some were really good, but the majority had problems with timing.

“Next, you must not only study foreign cuisines but also practice controlling your cooking time.

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You can’t end up with incomplete dishes at the end of a round, neither should you finish too early while there is still a lot of time left.”

“If you’re just standing there with nothing to do, the judges won’t taste your dish earlier just because you finished sooner.

You can only watch your dish get cold second by second, losing the taste it should have had.”

“So, you have to practice timing your dishes.

Even if it’s a dish that can be completed within half an hour, you should just finish cooking it right before the end,” Samson Zhekova said.

“Don’t think this sounds easy or that you can do it right away.

Assuming you’re an experienced chef with strong time-management skills, if you refuse to accept this, why not try to time it yourself and see if it’s really that easy.”

“If you don’t control it well and finish early, it’s still okay.

The worst-case scenario is not having your dish ready when it should have been, which would mean your points would be even lower than a completed but cold dish.”

“In the time ahead, there’s lot you need to do and learn.

There’s no time for you to scheme against each other.

If there is any sign of disunity in the team, I will eliminate the cause,” Samson Zhekova scanned the crowd, “Understood?”

Having said that, Samson Zhekova walked up to Cindy Clarke.

He had, of course, tasted Cindy’s cooking in their family mansion.

But Cindy’s dishes were home-cooked meals.

To taste Cindy’s cuisine in a competition setting like this was something new.

He had contributed some topics to the previous Pingla Competition, but he didn’t make it on stage as a judge.

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Now seeing Cindy’s dishes, Samson Zhekova was particularly intrigued.

“So…” Samson Zhekova said, “everyone knows Cindy is my sister-in-law, so I won’t comment.

I will only taste, not comment.”

“Teacher Gordon, Teacher Clarke, would you please do the evaluation?” Just as Samson Zhekova finished his words.

Wesley Gordon was already eager to come over, almost pushing Samson Zhekova away.

“Please don’t push,” Samson Zhekova hurriedly said, “Though I won’t share my opinions, I still want to eat.”

Samson Zhekova was already being squeezed aside by Wesley Gordon.

At this point, Hunter Clarke squeezed in as well, pushing Samson Zhekova even further to the side.

Samson Zhekova stumbled a little.

Hunter Clarke said, “You and Cindy are family, you must have eaten her dishes frequently.”

“Look at what you’re implying,” Samson Zhekova hurriedly explained, “My brother cherishes my sister-in-law so much to not let her cook for us.”

“Well, then, double standard!”

Samson Zhekova glanced at Cindy and didn’t have the heart to say it out loud, afraid that Cindy would tell Adrian Zhekova.

Instead, Samson Zhekova used a more euphemistic phrase: “It’s just that my sister-in-law can cook for him, but not for others.”

Still a double standard.

Samson Zhekova looked earnestly at Wesley Gordon and Hunter Clarke, hoping they could summarize these words into three profound and accurate words.

Double standard dog.

It’s unknown whether Wesley Gordon and Hunter Clarke concluded this in their minds or not.

However, their apparent understanding expressions gave away nothing.

Samson Zhekova hoped that they share this understanding.

While the contestants were cooking, Samson Zhekova and the others had been observing.

Naturally, they knew that Cindy had chosen beef tongue as her ingredient.

But now the beef tongue was wrapped in a thick sauce.

It looked more like a chunk of chocolate cake.

The scent resembled curry, but not as overpowering.

Wesley Gordon cut a piece first.

The beef tongue was stewed until it was soft and tender, the knife went right through it.

He speared a piece with his fork, Wesley Gordon carefully observed the cut surface: “The texture of the beef tongue is smooth.

Looking at it from the cut surface, there are hardly any meat fibers, just a fine surface.”

Hunter Clarke also observed: “The surface is similar to foie gras, but it doesn’t look gritty like liver.”

“Exactly, the texture of beef tongue itself is also tender and smooth, unlike regular meat texture.

Eating it doesn’t give you the fibrous feeling of meat, but it is delicate and firm.” Samson Zhekova somehow had also cut a piece for himself, and gave a rating before even tasting it.

Wesley Gordon was not at all courteous: “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t comment?”

“I said I wouldn’t score,” Samson Zhekova explained immediately, “but I can’t help commenting.”

Anyway, Cindy had decided to stay on the Defensive Team and didn’t need scoring anymore.

Even if none of the judges scored her, it wouldn’t affect anything.

What mattered was the judges’ evaluation, as long as it was good.

Once it was good, it would convince others.

Those who were not convinced could taste it themselves and then they would be.

Hunter Clarke didn’t bother talking with them, and took a bite first.

She closed her eyes, chewing slowly.

“There’s a faint scent of red wine in the sauce.

The taste of red wine and other ingredients in the sauce do not overshadow one another, fighting for presence.

Instead, they blend well, the taste of red wine is not abrupt, and the taste of the sauce ingredients is not sharp,” Hunter Clarke nodded and said, “Everything is mild and just right, not too overpowering for the taste buds.”

“Even after eating this main course, the next dish won’t be hijacked by the taste of this one,” Hunter Clarke said.

“How could it be just right?” Wesley Gordon wondered.

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