At this moment, not just Luo Chao, even Chef Boris and the aristocratic offspring watching below are utterly baffled by Miao Shiyun's unexpected move.

"Oh my, what's Miao Shiyun doing? She clearly enjoyed eating the mapo tofu just now, but she's actually voting for Boris!"

"Exactly, women's hearts are needles at the bottom of the sea, we really can't understand them!"

"You don't know shit, my goddess Miao Shiyun surely has her reasons for doing this!"

"Stop with the goddess talk, don't forget our bet, if Luo Chao won this round, we'd win money, but now, it's dragging onto the third round!"

Everyone below is discussing, with each person expressing they don't understand what Miao Shiyun is up to.

Boris, who originally felt he was doomed to lose, suddenly regained his spirit when he saw Miao Shiyun vote for him.

He hurriedly stepped towards Miao Shiyun, then surprisingly knelt on one knee, grasped Miao Shiyun's soft, delicate hand, and seemed to want to kiss it.

But at that moment, Miao Shiyun withdrew her fair hand.

Then, she unexpectedly said a sentence in French to Chef Boris!

After hearing that sentence, Boris's face immediately turned gray, and his expression reverted to one of despair.

He got up, staggered back to his cooking station, and began preparing his third dish.

"Hey, granddaughter, what did you say to Boris?" On the side, Zhou Delong, who didn't understand French, saw that Miao Shiyun, with just one sentence, hit the previously arrogant Boris into such a state, couldn't help but ask curiously.

Miao Shiyun didn't answer, but simply flashed a charming smile at Luo Chao in the distance, making Luo Chao feel as if his bones were turning to jelly.

He thought, the allure of this mature lady far surpasses that of a young, lively girl!

Seeing that Miao Shiyun didn't reply, Lin Yun, sitting on Zhou Delong's other side, burst out laughing. She had understood that French sentence Miao Shiyun spoke.

So, she laughed as she explained to Zhou Delong, "Haha, Elder Zhou, Miao just told Boris she voted for him not because he won, but because Luo Chao's dish was so delicious she wants to eat another one!"

"So that's how it is!" Zhou Delong slapped his thigh, revealing a knowing smile, "Hahaha, my granddaughter is really sharp! Actually, I also want to eat one more of Luo Chao's dishes. Now it's great, the competition has dragged into the third round, and we get to enjoy another meal!"

The three of them chatted and laughed, with no trace of the pressure from the competition on their faces.

Because of the distance, although Luo Chao saw this scene, he still didn't know what they were laughing about.

He only knew that he was now bearing the dignity and honor of Huaxia cuisine and must not lose to the arrogant Boris in front of him.

Thus, Luo Chao looked at Miao Shiyun who was smiling like a blossoming peach, secretly deciding in his heart that for the next dish, he must create a peak delicacy that would leave everyone convinced!

Luo Chao returned to his cooking station, grabbed a pot of raw rice, added clear water, rinsed the rice and placed it into the rice cooker to steam.

Meanwhile, at the other cooking station, Boris focused all his energy into the dish he was preparing.

The taunting words from Miao Shiyun earlier still echoed in his ears.

He vowed to use this third dish to slap Miao Shiyun's face! Slap Zhou Delong's face! Slap Luo Chao's face! More importantly, to slap the face of Huaxia cuisine! To glorify French cuisine!

Boris took out three pieces of top-grade foie gras flown in from France from his small fridge.

These three pieces of foie gras were taken from premium French geese reared on his farm in France.

The French geese raised by Chef Boris were fed with hazelnuts as they grew so that the foie gras would have the aroma of hazelnut cream.

Such premium foie gras Chef Boris usually treasures, only using when entertaining the mighty European noble class.

Ordinary people, even if you have money, may not get to taste it!

Today, Boris was willing to bring them out without hesitation; it was certainly a grand gesture.

He did it to fight for this breath, determined to have a decisive strike in this final round, and turn defeat into victory!

Boris placed the three pieces of premium foie gras into the pan but did not add oil.

Instead, he added his secret sauce made from French sweet wine, along with dried figs for frying.

This way, the aroma of the foie gras could blend with the flavor of figs, offering a unique taste.

When both sides of the foie gras were fried to a golden brown, Chef Boris placed them on a plate with a base of fragrant pear and honey.

Three exceptionally delicious pan-fried foie gras were ready!

Then, Boris sliced three pieces of French crisp bread and took out a bottle of his cherished 1787 Lafite red wine.

He carefully placed the slices of crisp bread on the freshly fried foie gras and poured half a glass of red wine for each of the three judges.

Thus, Boris's grand French pan-fried foie gras meal was officially completed!

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