Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!-Chapter 1258

Chapter 1258: Chapter 1258: How Cunning are the People of Hearth Nation_1 Chapter 1258 -1258: How Cunning are the People of Hearth Nation_1 The Indian Triad’s competitors noticed it too.

Indeed, they were trying to pass secret messages to the judges earlier.

“All right, if there are any objections, feel free to choose a different team to challenge and avoid competing against us,” Hunter Clarke said.

Indian Triad competitor: “…”

Isn’t this completely unreasonable?

How could they possibly switch teams now!

Hunter Clarke, smiling, pointed to the big screen in front: “Now, the association’s supervisors are watching.

If anything is against the rules, they will voice their objections.”

Hunter Clarke directly questioned the association’s officials.

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Does Pingla’s competition rules violate any regulations?

“Not at all,” the supervisor from the association said, “You can choose not to compete.

In that case, this competition will be considered a loss for you.”

Indian Triad competitor: “…”

They were beyond frustrated.

This was incredibly unfair!

“You have three minutes to think it over.

If there are no objections within three minutes, the competition will officially begin.” The supervisor was visibly annoyed by the repeated challenges from the Indian Triad competitors.

Without their coach, the competitors from the Indian Triad had to discuss among themselves.

After the discussion, their leader said with frustration: “We have no objections.”

“All right then.

Let me explain today’s rules and the theme,” said Hunter Clarke.

After stating the rules and the theme, Hunter Clarke checked the time: “The cooking duration is one hour.

Before that, you have 15 minutes to pick your ingredients from the food storage room next door.”

“I’ll count down ten seconds.” Hunter Clarke began his countdown, “10 ! 3, 2, 1!”

The competitors from the Indian Triad were the first to rush out.

Cindy Clarke and her teammates didn’t show any courtesy to the Indian Triad competitors.

They knew the layout well and knew what they needed, thus eliminating the need for a chaotic rush.

Once the Indian Triad competitors went out the door, their leader started scheming again.

He was looking for an opportunity to contact his coach.

But to his surprise, Pingla was fully prepared.

A row of Pingla officials formed a human wall at the door.

They kept a close watch on the competitors from the Indian Triad, ensuring that they could only go towards the food storage room.

The officials from Pingla left only one way to the food storage room.

As the leader of the Indian Triad competitors tried to look the other way, a staff member from Pingla, pretending not to notice his intentions, said: “The food storage room is over there.”

Leader: “…”

He did not dare to delay because the competition was extremely important.

If they failed this time and didn’t perform well, there was no guarantee that they would get another chance in the future.

With thoughts gathered, the leader quickly headed to the food storage room to choose ingredients.

Pingla’s students had already arrived at the food storage room.

They went straight to the area with the ingredients they needed, making their selection quickly.

Watching this, the contestants from the Indian Triad felt even more aggrieved.

They already knew the topic beforehand.

This was an unfair competition!

But they could not contest it.

Those were the rules.

Pingla did not violate any rules.

In fact, this was the purpose of the tiring ordeal.

Both the attacking and defending parties had certain advantages.

The key was to fully utilize one’s resources to defend or acquire badges.

The contestants from the Indian Triad only saw Pingla’s advantage in this competition, forgetting that their team was also defending in the Indian Triad.

The advantages they created for themselves were much more excessive.

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Being in the defence, naturally, one must make every effort to safeguard the badges.

Upon making their selection, Cindy Clarke and her teammates returned.

The contestants from the Indian Triad seized every opportunity, even if it meant returning a minute earlier.

Eventually, they rushed back to their cooking station just in time.

Hunter Clarke again started the timer: “Start cooking!”

Cindy Clarke first deboned the chicken leg, used the removed bones along with dried bonito bones, wrapped them in cheesecloth, and put them into water for simmering.

In her soup, she only added a bit of salt for flavor.

The fresh taste of the rest of the ingredients was already sufficient.

Japanese cuisine emphasizes the original flavor of the ingredients.

The soup was being slowly stewed on low heat on the side.

Cindy Clarke ground the deboned chicken thigh, then stirred it continuously, creating a thick and sticky texture.

Then she blanched the chicken skin to remove excess fat and rinsed it repeatedly with cool water.

The oil on the chicken skin was completely washed off, and it became extra chewy.

After that, she chopped the chicken skin into tiny pieces and added them to the chicken paste.

She also mixed minced green onion, starch, miso, egg, and mirin into the chicken paste.

After mixing everything evenly, she shaped it into meatballs.

Afterwards, she put the meatballs aside and began to peel and cut the radish into three pieces, each about seven to eight centimeters thick.

She placed the radish pieces into the simmering soup.

She also added matsutake and beech mushroom to the soup.

The unique fresh taste of the matsutake and beech mushroom slowly infused into the soup during stewing.

The fresh taste merged together from the chicken bones and dried bonito simmering, further penetrating into the mushrooms.

And it slowly seeped into the radish.

Radish gets easily softened during stewing, absorbing the flavor of the soup like a sponge.

Finally, Cindy Clarke removed the package with the chicken and fish bones from the soup and added the chicken meatballs into the pot.

While simmering, she gently scraped off the foam from the surface of the soup.

The radish in the soup had turned into a light brown color through stewing.

The advantage of soup is that you can keep stewing it and it will become tastier over time.

There was no need to worry about it being overcooked and losing its taste.

Or that it was prematurely made and had lost its optimal eating time.

Cindy let the soup simmer, timing it to ladle the soup into bowls in the last three minutes.

Three judges, three bowls of soup.

In each bowl, she added two chicken meatballs, a piece of radish, two slices of matsutake, and a cluster of beech mushrooms.

“Time’s up!” As Hunter Clarke’s call came out, all the competitors stopped cooking.

Cindy had just finished garnishing her soup perfectly.

At the same time, the wall-mounted large screen transitioned into a picture-in-picture mode.

The supervisor’s image was reduced to the top-right corner.

The main screen displayed the judge’s room.

The dishes prepared by all competitors were brought to the judges’ table by the Pingla staff.

In front of each judge, two bowls were placed, one white and one black.

“Judges will taste and compare in pairs, without assigning scores.

They will only vote for either the black bowl or the white bowl,” Wesley Gordon said.

Luke Shaw first picked up the white bowl in front of him and discreetly touched the bottom of the bowl.

Wesley Gordon laughed: “The reason we chose to differentiate with colors this time was to avoid labeling the bottom of the bowl.

This prevented you from accidentally touching and seeing the contestant’s name on the label.”

Luke Shaw: “…”

These people from the Hearth Nation, why are they so cunning!

Feeling the smooth bottom of the bowl, indeed there was no label.

He had to give up on the idea.

In each round of tasting, the results were given immediately after completion.

In the end, with six votes for the white bowl and three for the black, the white bowls won the day.

Luke Shaw and his fellow judges nervously eyed Wesley Gordon.

So whose side had they chosen?

“Don’t look at me.

I don’t know either.

I was in this room with you guys,” Wesley Gordon shrugged.

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