Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 218 - 218: 218: Creativity

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“You are the only one who made a cold dessert, it’s really good. Among all these meat dishes, your refreshing cold dessert has a palate-cleansing effect.

Moreover. vou added hawthorn which shows vour thoughtful consideration.” When it was Iris Doone’s turn, she made meatballs.

“I made tricolor balls, the brownish one is a beef meatball, the white one is a fish meatball, the green one is a chicken meatball made with spinach juice. The soup base is chicken soup,” Iris Doone explained.

Michael Greene nodded, spooned up a beef meatball accompanied by some soup.

He took a sip of the soup before biting into the beef meatball.

The moment he bit into it, soup oozed out from within.

But this taste was decidedly familiar.

“What did you add within this beef meatball?” Michael Greene asked.

“I added squid meat paste and aspic made from chicken skin,” Iris Doone replied.

Michael Greene, raising his eyebrows, remarked, “I find this flavor kind of familiar.”

Then he said to the four other judges, Wesley, Hunter, Rosaline and Charles, “You should try some, too.”

Iris Doone suddenly had a bad premonition.

After trying it, Wesley said, “This was what Cindy Clarke made during the auditions, the dumplings, just without the dumpling skins.”

“Right, the texture and taste are quite similar,” Hunter agreed.

“The only difference is that in the meat filling, the shrimp and crab paste was replaced with squid paste and the aspic made from chicken feet was replaced with pigskin jelly,” Rosaline put her bowl down, not wanting to try anymore.

Wesley added, “Although some changes were made, the essence of the original idea is from Cindy Clarke.”

“I didn’t…” Iris Doone denied, her face pale. How could she admit it now?

Charles shook his head, “During the auditions, your date crust was unforgettable. But this time, without your own originality, I’m disappointed.”

“I didn’t,” Iris Doone said defiantly, “Are you saying that I’m copying Cindy Clarke? That’s a big accusation! The soup bursting out, isn’t that because of what I added? Does that mean only Cindy can do it?”

“While the bursting soup is a common technique, the application of texture layers and seasoning proportions from different chefs will always be unique,” Wesley responded coolly, “Do you think that we, as judges, can’t even tell that? Although we may not be able to pinpoint the exact proportions of the seasonings you added, we can generally distinguish what’s been added.” Iris Doone bit her lip, wishing she hadn’t made the beef meatballs.

When she was making it, she had indeed been inspired by the tutorial Cindy Clarke posted online and decided to use the same idea.

After trying the chicken and fish meatballs, Michael said, “These two are good, especially the fish ball, the chicken soup seeped into it adding a sweetness to it. If it weren’t for that beef meatball, I would have approved of your dish.”

After tasting, Hunter also nodded, ‘You are quite capable, you shouldn’t deviate from your own path.”

With that, the five of them left.

Leaving Iris with a burning face, despite lowering her head, she could feel stares from all directions.

Even without looking up, she felt as if she could see the scornful looks of the crowd.

Iris looked towards Cindy Clarke.

Cindy was obliquely across from her.

Coincidentally, Cindy was also looking at her.

Cindy didn’t feel anything strange about it, after all, she published the recipe and taught it to her fans, so they could learn to make it..