169: Chapter 169: Flas on the Stear!
169: Chapter 169: Flas on the Stear!
“Judges aren’t scoring?”
“Didn’t you see the flyer?
This Food Battle is based on voting…”
“Why do I feel like this graduate from Orlando International College is going to win by a landslide!”
Below the Food Battle Stage, discussion about the outco was rampant.
“Yu!”
Hearing this, An Yilun’s encouraging cheers beca even louder as he continuously waved his flags.
“Only 10 minutes left until the end of the Food Battle!”
A staff mber at the edge of the arena reminded.
Xia Yu was simply standing with his arms crossed in front of the cooking station, eyes gently closed, imrsed in his own quiet world.
In reality, though, he was constantly using the “Bursting Fla” culinary technique, monitoring the stove’s heat and the temperature inside the steam baskets.
That being said, after maxing out his “Bursting Fla” culinary technique, Xia Yu’s fla sense had finally taken shape.
When employing the “Bursting Fla” technique during cooking, his entire skin felt like it was filled with countless subtle and precise temperature sensors, from charcoal to the flas before him.
Regardless of the type of fla, they were all captured by his fla sense and controlled by his central nervous system.
However, he was no martial arts master and didn’t possess the deep “Inner Strength” like the Blast Fla Chef Ya Kan, he could only use flas advantageously, rather than using “Inner Strength” to invoke and manipulate them.
Xia Yu was quite content, feeling that having such an effect after maxing out “Bursting Fla” was already a pleasant surprise.
This thod of using flas, if spread to other chefs, would surely shock and awe.
Of course, training in the “Bursting Fla” skill and allocating Talent Points to it afforded a chance to comprehend the divine talent “Super Touch.”
The ‘fla sense’ was just the tip of the iceberg of “Super Touch.”
A perfected “Super Touch” could grasp everything from the heat of cooking to the subtle changes in temperature and humidity in the environnt, bordering on a terrifying superpower.
Regrettably, Xia Yu was destined to have an African heritage, and even maxing out “Bursting Fla” did not reveal a hint of “Super Touch.”
“Ti’s up!”
Just then, as a loud gong sounded, Xia Yu awoke.
“Chef Xia Yu, please cease cooking and present your dish!” a staff urged.
The whole venue was watching him, Xia Yu could sense those pairs of eyes—so encouraging, so worried, so cold.
Yet, his heart remained undisturbed, surprisingly calm, with a steady heartbeat.
Strangely, the bigger the stage, the calr he beca.
Click.
He turned off the valve and stopped the fire.
The steam basket, resting on a large boiling pot, still emanated large quantities of steam, assaulting him with waves of heat.
Xia Yu moved swiftly, without any hesitation, and imdiately lifted the lid of the steam basket.
In an instant, more steam billowed out, enveloping him completely.
Then, a dazzling light pierced through the mist!
“This kind of light—!” Shinohara Shigetaro suddenly stood up and his pupils constricted.
“It’s done!”
Aoki Motota, who had experienced Xia Yu’s cooking before, disregarded his deanor and slamd the judges’ table sharply.
Liangzi Lina also smiled, her eyes curving up, lips breaking into a natural smile.
For the glowing dish, the three from IGO had an almost blind confidence.
After a few minutes of silence, the old shopping district finally erupted into chaos.
Lancelot’s gaze was slightly dark, he firmly fixed his eyes on the figure in the mist, his mind turbulent, “What is that light about?
Is it so sort of special technique, why is it so glaring…”
No one answered Lancelot.
Until Xia Yu lifted the lid of the stear, his confidence had been unbreakable, but at this mont, he suddenly wavered.
“No!
This Food Battle, for , has no option of defeat!” Lancelot murmured to himself, unnoticed by the audience, who were all captivated by Xia Yu.
The spotlight, which should have been his, had been stolen, causing great annoyance in Lancelot’s heart.
Just then a strange fragrance, hidden in the air, was caught by Lancelot’s nose
He couldn’t help but sniff.
What sll?
So intense!
Lancelot took another breath and felt as if his nose had touched a burning fla; he could not help but stagger back a few steps, staying still for a few seconds before realizing and reaching out to wipe his nose.
Except for being slightly warm, where was there any fla?
“Can that kind of fish maw really defeat the ‘Golden Silk Fish Fin’?” Tiqie Helinai muttered to herself.
Honestly, Lancelot’s cooking, with its exquisite and lavish style, really suited her taste.
Xia Yu’s cooking, on the other hand, was the complete opposite—from the “spread wings” ingredients to the barbecue techniques used in the cooking, everything was infused with a commoner’s air.
If this had been before, Tiqie Helinai would have definitely voted for Lancelot without hesitation.
But now, the Divine Tongue, slling the magic-laden fragrance, was unable to determine the outco of this Food Battle!
Finally, the steam from the stear cleared.
What, what?!
The audience, staring intently at the stear, suddenly let out an earth-shaking gasp.
The bright red fish maw, lying quietly in the stear, with strands of spice scent that seed substantial yet appeared as flas, surrounding the fish maw.
At first glance, it looked as if flas were bursting from the stear, the top layer a dazzling firework!
Tiqie Helinai instinctively stood up, and the other guests around her did nearly the sa, as if controlled by soone, all of them simultaneously stood up, stretching their necks and widening their eyes.
“No way!
There’s no fla!” Chiyoda Aichi, who was near Xia Yu’s cooking station, observed closely and discovered it was just a visual illusion created by the cooking and smoke, and her tensed body suddenly relaxed.
The stage’s broadcast screen and the television caras both focused on the top layer of the stear for a long ti.
“My goodness!”
“…Is that the fish maw we ate a few days ago?”
In the Polar Star Dormitory kitchen, the group was equally shocked.
In the stear, each fish maw, the color of the casing, seed like a fla coating, no wonder they had just mistaken it for a fire in the stear.
This technique was like that of an artist skilled in mixing colors, strictly adhering to the hues of fla, painted on with pignt, looking nothing like the perfect color that culinary techniques could render!
“Why!” Tiqie Helinai bit her thumb, her white teeth continuously grinding her nails, her delicate face almost contorted.
Xia Yu’s cooking, ti after ti, shocked her, challenging her culinary philosophy.
Not only was it delicious, but its form was as always… exquisite!
However, what conferred this “exquisiteness” was not the high-class culinary skills she had imagined but ordinary spice-mixing techniques combined with a commoner’s barbecue.
“Simplicity within the… not simple!” Tiqie Helinai suddenly rembered this phrase; it had crossed her mind when she first tasted Xia Yu’s ‘Transford raw egg rice bowl,’ and now, this phrase ford a deep imprint striking the core of her heart!
Deliberately, Xia Yu, with a calm expression, plucked each specialty fish maw from the several layers of stears.
No need for any fancy plating decorations, the fish maws themselves were exquisite works of art, piled on a white plate, creating a powerful visual impact.
“Try this!”
“This is the specialty dish I developed for this Food Battle!”
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