Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 1239

Chapter 1239: Chapter 1239: Strength is Everything_1 Chapter 1239 -1239: Strength is Everything_1 Wesley Gordon looked at the bottle of red wine on the cooking station: “Indeed the red wine is excellent, there’s no doubt about that.

But all it does is to not degrade the original flavor of the sauce.

Used poorly, red wine can actually diminish the taste of the sauce.

Yet, the taste of the wine is not drowned by the sauce, that’s quite peculiar.”

“The beef tongue was separately marinated with red wine.” Samson Zhekova said.

Wesley Gordon turned to Cindy Clarke.

Cindy nodded, “Yes, indeed.”

Wesley Gordon admired Samson Zhekova with respect.

What a genius chef, indeed impressive.

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Samson Zhekova looked wise beyond his years: “I just noticed.”

Everyone: “…”

And to think that you were enlightened, knowing all of this.

“Actually, the red wine has already permeated into the flesh of the beef tongue.

Even with the sauce, it won’t obscure the aroma of the red wine,” Cindy explained.

Wesley Gordon nodded, “The beef tongue is tender to the point of melting in the mouth.

It’s notoriously hard to achieve such a texture with beef tongue.

But it is almost there now.”

“Very good,” Hunter Clarke said, “And as the Headmaster just pointed out about the control of timing.

Judging from the flavor of this dish, you did it right on time.”

“It’s been 15 minutes since we started tasting, and this dish is still within its optimal consumption time frame.

Any later, it might not be,” Hunter Clarke said, “This illustrates the importance of timing in cuisine.”

“Cindy Clarke was in the Middle of the line, there are still competitors waiting for us to taste their dishes.

The later it becomes, the more challenging it gets for the subsequent competitors,” Hunter Clarke addressed the previous competitors, “So I urge you all to pay attention to the timing of your cooking.”

“Judge, may I taste Cindy’s dish?” Quentin Woodridge asked, “Just now the Headmaster also agreed that if anyone disagrees, they can come and taste it directly.”

“Of course.” Without waiting for Samson Zhekova’s response, Wesley Gordon made the decision right away.

After all, everyone had just agreed on this.

And Cindy’s cuisine was certainly not afraid of their tasting.

“If anyone else wants to have a taste, you can line up,” Wesley Gordon said outright, “Not much left, first come first served.”

“You can have the other piece if you don’t mind, it doesn’t affect the flavor, it just hasn’t been plated.”

Cindy had cut the beef tongue in half during her preparation.

She used only half of it for plating.

The other half is still available, and there is still plenty of sauce left.

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All it needs is a drizzle of sauce.

Upon hearing this, the competitors who were originally hesitant, apprehensive of there not being enough, all lined up.

Parker Honi and his group were in a sorry state as they still hadn’t had their dishes evaluated by the judges, so they had to wait on the spot.

The other competitors from Pingla Academy were all upperclassmen.

From the third or fourth year.

They had not come in contact with Cindy before.

They had heard good things about Cindy’s cuisine but had not personally tasted it.

Now, given such a good opportunity, those who had already been evaluated by the judges were lined up.

Quentin Woodridge was the first in line.

He stood in front of Cindy, looking dubious.

He was always skeptical about Cindy’s abilities.

The judges’ previous praise made it seem as if there were no flaws.

This made him even more rebellious.

These two judges were probably saying nice things because Samson Zhekova was here.

Did they have to reserve a spot for a competitor with connections like Cindy?

What a waste!

“Please,” Cindy said confidently, even gesticulating towards the dish.

Quentin embarked doubtful but after putting a small piece into his mouth, he was completely silent.

He was lost for words, chewing awkwardly.

It was unusually delicious.

Just as the judges had described, there was no exaggeration.

He was even inclined to hasten his refusal, but he thought that would be face-losing.

As if he had no worldly experience.

So, he could only maintain his slow chewing speed, even though he was extremely eager to speed it up.

However, this self-inflicted predicament became a torment for him.

The people behind him were also orderly in tasting.

Quentin Woodridge said nothing but others were not stingy in their praises.

A few competitors who had similar thoughts as Quentin Woodridge but didn’t voice out, also conceded by this point.

They hadn’t expressed their thoughts ahead of time like Quentin Woodridge.

So now even as they lavished praises, they didn’t feel embarrassed.

Some were even relieved, glad that they had held back earlier.

They left themselves an out.

After everyone was finished, Samson Zhekova then maliciously asked Quentin Woodridge, “How is it?”

Samson Zhekova didn’t intend to save Quentin Woodridge’s face, he had to concede his defeat.

“It is utterly delicious,” Quentin Woodridge admitted, “I admit it.

Cindy’s cuisine is exceptional, her cooking level is also remarkable.

I acknowledge her.”

Samson Zhekova thought how strong Cindy was, it didn’t really require Quentin’s approval.

However, at least on one account, Samson Zhekova was quite satisfied with Quentin.

His honesty.

If it’s genuinely good, he admits it.

He wouldn’t lie just for the sake of his pride.

It wasn’t just Samson Zhekova, but Wesley Gordon and Hunter Clarke also improved their impressions on Quentin.

“He is fairly straightforward and upright after all.” Gladys Joy said.

Parker Honi and others nodded their agreement.

Because of Quentin Woodridge’s straightforwardness and integrity, the other competitors’ impressions of him also changed.

Samson Zhekova and others continued to taste the dishes from the rest, pointing out their shortcomings.

“That’s enough for today,” Samson Zhekova said, “We will discuss the team allocations.

We will announce the results tomorrow, if anyone is dissatisfied, like if you are assigned to the Defensive Team, but you want to go to the offensive team or vice versa, objections can be raised.”

“We will seriously consider it, after all, if you don’t want to stay in this team, it can affect your mood, which also means you cannot fully exert your abilities, which is not beneficial for the competition and lowers the team’s strengths.

We don’t want to see this scenario happen, and we will avoid this as much as possible.”

“Of course, this is based on the premise that you are strong and you perform well.

If you’re slightly weak in a team.

Well, I’m sorry, then you should just comply with the allocation,” Samson Zhekova said.

“In Pingla Academy, strength is everything.

Everything speaks with strength, with strength, you have a say.

Only the strong survive, it’s cruel, but as long as you are in Pingla Academy, you have to abide by our rules.

You will get used to it after some time.”

The last statement left everyone speechless.

These words of his sounded rather cruel.

“All right, everyone can disperse now.

Starting tomorrow, based on each of your assigned teams, we will officially enter the practice period!” After finishing, Samson Zhekova left first.

Leaving Wesley Gordon and Hunter Clarke to handle the rest.

“Since you all have come to Pingla Academy, we will do our utmost to provide convenience for all of you,” Hunter Clarke said.

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