The ten judges were like ten fire-breathing dragon beasts, panting with open mouths and searching the venue for water to drink, making the audience widen their eyes.
Was Mapo Tofu really this spicy?
Spicy!
Super spicy!
Not only spicy to the mouth, but spicy to the heart!
Of course, it was also undeniable that the tofu’s texture was very smooth, very elastic, and brought enormous shock to the judges!
So when the numbing spicy flavor on their mouths gradually dissipated, the ten judges all generously gave a ten-point evaluation!
Huang Jinduan announced, “Liu Wanshi’s Mapo Tofu also receives a perfect score!”
“Another perfect score!”
Everyone’s eyes were full of surprise.
The God of Cooking Competition had been held for so many sessions, and perfect score works were already rare. Two perfect scores appearing in the first round was truly unbelievable!
“Girl.”
The old man who loved spicy food wiped tears from his eyes and said, “Your dish is the spiciest and most special this old man has ever eaten!”
“Being able to make tofu to this degree is truly astonishing!” The elderly man with an immortal bearing evaluated.
Hearing the judges praise endlessly, many people realized that the dish Liu Wanshi made was undoubtedly more excellent, because her material was merely tofu, while the God of Cooking’s disciple used beef!
Meat dishes often have the most taste impact, and many contestants also liked to use meat as the main ingredient.
Using tofu to make a dish was inherently a step behind. To still get a perfect score from the picky judges’ hands—without real ability, it would be absolutely difficult.
“Thank you.”
Liu Wanshi smiled brilliantly.
From the start of the competition, she had been constantly tensing her nerves, worried about not getting good results. As the scores were revealed, she finally relaxed completely.
The God of Cooking’s direct disciple didn’t seem so scary after all.
…
“The first round has ended. All contestants who have advanced, please rest for fifteen minutes then return to your stoves for the… Due to the number of people, the rules are changed. We’ll proceed directly to the finals. Rankings will be determined by scores.” Huang Jinduan announced loudly.
“As expected.”
Jun Changxiao collapsed inwardly, “Finals!”
Over a hundred contestants proceeding from the second round straight to the finals—the pace was simply too fast!
“I wonder what kind of cuisine the ten contestants can bring next!”
“Sigh, we can only watch but not eat. Really makes my mouth water!”
The audience could only drool at the ten advancing works displayed on the projection formation’s light screen.
“Miss Liu.”
Qian Song Bao, sitting on the sidelines resting, said seriously, “The next round determines who wins the championship. I will definitely work hard!”
A dish made with tofu that could get the same perfect score as his—he absolutely recognized this girl’s culinary skills, but it also ignited his competitive spirit.
Not to avoid going home to inherit the family business, not to defend his master’s honor, just because he didn’t want to lose!
Liu Wanshi didn’t pay attention to him, closing her eyes to rest.
Jun Changxiao sitting in the spectator stands also became solemn.
The finals would determine the rankings. If his disciple couldn’t get in the top three, the mission would be equivalent to failure.
“Girl.”
Jun Changxiao transmitted, “The chef’s uniform you’re wearing represents the honor of Ancestor Yi Yin. You must not let down his spirit in heaven!”
To ensure nothing went wrong, he could only use words to motivate his disciple.
The effect was good.
Liu Wanshi opened her eyes, her gaze resolute as she said, “This disciple will not dishonor our ancestor, and even more will not dishonor the sect!”
…
Fifteen minutes later, the finals began.
Only ten stoves remained on the arena, and contestants successively chose one.
Liu Wanshi similarly chose the most edge corner. Although it seemed very low-key, when she walked up, the camera automatically gave her a close-up.
When they first met in Qingyang City, the little girl was only twelve years old. Now over three years had passed. Not only had she grown taller, but she had also blossomed into someone increasingly fresh and beautiful.
“Such a cute girl!”
“Beautiful and able to cook superbly—whoever can marry her in the future will have great fortune!”
Everyone discussed in whispers.
Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair, thinking, “Could make the girl debut at center position.”
Ye Xingchen was one of the Myriad Manifestations Sect’s star cards. Having a few more shouldn’t be a problem.
“The finals rules are similarly to have contestants freestyle. The highest score will win the championship, with second and third place as runner-up and third place.” Huang Jinduan said.
Because this was the final round, the contestants looked solemn, treating it as a life-or-death battle!
“The Fiftieth God of Cooking Competition finals now begin—” Huang Jinduan loudly announced.
“Whoosh!”
As his voice fell, contestants all summoned their flames. From their serious eyes, they had clearly entered the strongest cooking state.
Qian Song Bao, who had been listless all along, rarely frowned and began carefully selecting materials, picking a chicken and a fish.
A judge exclaimed, “This kid is going to make Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious!”
“Not only will we have a feast for our mouths, we’ll also get to witness a heaven-born auspicious omen!” someone laughed.
Contestants who were selecting ingredients, seeing the materials Qian Song Bao chose, all showed collapsed expressions on their faces.
At the Culinary Competition, this God of Cooking’s disciple had made Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious, triggering a heaven and earth phenomenon that was still widely spread to this day. Now preparing to make it again would definitely make everyone feel tremendous pressure!
“No.”
Qian Song Bao raised his head and smiled at the judges, “The dish I’m about to make is called Dragon Flies Phoenix Dances. Although the main ingredients are also chicken and fish, the method and taste are different from Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious.”
“Dragon Flies Phoenix Dances?”
The ten judges hadn’t heard of this dish name, but it didn’t prevent them from anticipating it.
Liu Wanshi in the furthest corner also made her decision, selecting a piece of meat, then using a cleaver to cut it into one-centimeter squares.
“Red braised pork?” Jun Changxiao said.
As one of China’s ten famous dishes, red braised pork could be called the most common popular dish.
However, Liu Wanshi made improvements to the method, with the main ingredient also replaced with more chewy fierce beast meat.
“Whoosh!”
Stove Lord Fire rose again. Because it was properly controlled, it didn’t burst out with pressure to intimidate other contestants’ flames.
…
The finals were proceeding tensely and excitingly.
All contestants were cooking seriously. Even Qian Song Bao didn’t dare be the slightest bit careless.
Most flamboyant was this:
This guy set up two stoves, one stewing chicken, one steaming fish. Standing in the middle area with both palms spread, Purple Hidden Fire continuously poured in, sometimes high heat, sometimes gentle heat.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Blade light flashed, pieces of auxiliary ingredients fell into the pot.
“This kid’s blade work is also quite good.” Jun Changxiao thought.
Other contestants didn’t pay attention to Qian Song Bao, but wholeheartedly cooked their own food.
Time slowly passed…
Several dish aromas transmitted from the arena, drifting to the spectator stands, immediately stimulating the taste buds and saliva of martial artists on site.
“Swish!”
Just then, Qian Song Bao waved both hands. The pot on the right flew up on its own, Purple Hidden Fire erupted out, burning suspended in air, its fire so vigorous like a divine dragon’s breath.
“Swish!”
The pot stewing fish on the left also flew up, circling around the other pot continuously, with flames following behind, like a phoenix dancing.
Jun Changxiao took out his cigar and said, “Fancy and showy.”
“Swish! Swish!”
After about several minutes, the two pots floated down onto the table. Although they had lids pressed on them, you could clearly see hot air seeping out through the gaps.
“Look at the sky!” someone exclaimed.
Jun Changxiao, who was preparing to light his smoke, raised his head and saw golden and red auspicious clouds appearing in the firmament, then gathering together, ultimately forming a dragon flying phoenix dancing shape.
Holy crap!
Cooking really could create a heaven-born phenomenon!
The dragon-like phoenix-like scene appearing in his vision shocked Jun Changxiao so much his mouth fell open, and he didn’t even notice his cigar dropping to the ground.
The ten judges saw this and stood up even more excitedly.
This kind of heaven-born phenomenon triggered by cooking—no matter how many times they’d seen it, it still commanded respect!
Seeing the judges’ excited eyes, Jun Changxiao was rather pessimistic, “For the girl to win this session’s God of Cooking Competition championship will probably be very difficult!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Just then, the eastern firmament suddenly had winds rise and clouds surge, gradually gathering together, in opposition to the dragon and phoenix flying and dancing!
“This…”
Jun Changxiao widened his eyes, then looked toward directly below the clouds and mist. He saw Liu Wanshi releasing Stove Lord Fire, wrapping the pot together. Hot air rolled out, continuously extending upward.
“My heavens!”
“That girl’s dish also raised a phenomenon!”
“It’s changing, it’s changing!”
Jun Changxiao quickly raised his head, just in time to see the rolling clouds and mist begin to gradually transform shape, finally fixing into a line of text with the content: Myriad Manifestations Strongest Sect!
Inside the sect engraved with the ‘Myriad Manifestations Strongest Sect’ plaque, all disciples cheered loudly for the heaven-born phenomenon Liu Wanshi triggered.
“Ah ah!”
“Ah ah ah ah—”
Li Fei and Tian Qi even excitedly shouted loudly, their faces turning red from shouting!
Su Xiaomo, who was at the Taixuan Holy Sect’s back mountain, saw the text displayed on the inner courtyard light screen. Between her brows rose a trace of barely perceptible pride.
Jun Changxiao sat down, picked up the cigar from the ground and put it in his mouth, then lowered his head to light it, took a deep drag and exhaled smoke rings, smiling, “Girl, you’ve put in the effort.”
A heaven-born phenomenon condensing Myriad Manifestations Strongest Sect was definitely stronger than fancy advertisements, because martial artists across the entire continent were watching the light screen, were watching those five characters floating in the sky!
City Lord Han said from his heart, “I’m impressed!”
A disciple using culinary skills to trigger a phenomenon while not forgetting to advertise for the sect—this operation made his scalp tingle with how flashy it was!