Chapter 521: Chapter 520: I Surrender
“He’s gone in!”
French female judge lissa exclaid, mouth agape toward the cara.
The audience witnessed this, each with an odd expression on their face.
Previously, the cara had been fixed on the five judges, and the audience could be sure that lissa hadn’t chewed. She’d just swallowed the roast… and then…
Did the at just lt away?
“lt in the mouth” is an exaggerated description, generally referring to the texture of the at rather than it literally lting like snow on the tip of the tongue upon entering the mouth. That’s just unscientific.
But Fantasy Ingredients defy scientific explanation, not to ntion the even more wondrous Forbidden Ingredients.
Sensing the chill in the atmosphere, lissa thought the audience didn’t believe her. Huffing, she walked up to a nearby cara, opened her mouth even wider for the cara, her tongue all lit up, “Believe , it really went in!”
This female celebrity was quite bold and open, so the live feed switched to a close-up of her mouth.
“Wow—”
A stir went through the crowd.
Because lissa’s tongue seed to be coated with colorful stardust powder, the brilliant specks and fluorescent dots shimred against the pink background of her tongue.
The sight was stunning.
“What’s going on?”
lissa turned around to see Mars and Chiyoda Aichi’s strange looks; she was unaware of her mouth’s transformation and muttered, furrowing her brows while rubbing her chest, “Strange, my body feels warm…”
Thud!
Her heart gave a violent thump.
A heatwave surged from her stomach in waves; the food that had voluntarily slid into her stomach was clearly undergoing so sort of transformation.
“What’s happening!”
The other four judges each had their reaction.
The French chief judge clutched his neck, with an unhealthy flush spreading across his cheeks, “Hmm…”
North Arican cowboy judge Noisy had no mind for folk songs, half of his face hidden in the shadow of his cowboy hat, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, as if struggling with sothing.
“Colors…”
The Persian female judge untied her silk scarf, her long hair cascading down.
She too opened her mouth wide, ah.
But unlike lissa, the Persian judge resisted the urge to swallow, her mouth brimming with watery saliva, the sticky egg liquid and another colorful at juice entangling, the colorful patches increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, flashing.
Her entire tongue was numb as if her acupoints had been sealed.
After a while, the dazed expressions eased a little and their taste buds gradually regained sensation. Unexpectedly, a faint bitter taste clung to their nerves like maggots on bones.
It was the taste of egg liquid.
And then, the umami flavor of the egg liquid exploded.
Boom.
After the big explosion, lissa and the Persian female judge’s muddled minds suddenly beca clear: the slight bitterness of the egg liquid, in such clarity, prevented them from completely losing themselves.
Gates of Extres, heaven, none of it existed anymore.
If they had to describe it, it was similar to the sensory experience the Dragon Pot’s secret sauce had brought to the judges a few days prior: a sudden weightlessness, pushed by a raging tide to the edges of the universe.
However, this ti the judges could ascend and descend; the peculiar taste of the egg liquid ford an unbreakable rope in the dark.
This rope was coiled around the judges’ waists like the safety cord in bungee jumping.
“Ah—”
Heavenward, earthward.
The rope tightened and then retracted as lissa was catapulted into outer space, only to be yanked back like a teor descending through the atmosphere… She let out a shriek of surprise and fear, covering her head with her hands, uncontrollably crouching on the stage, shivering.
Chiyoda Aichi was startled and stepped forward to help lissa, only to find that another judge had started screaming nearby.
“Wow—”
“Thrilling!”
The North Arican Cowboy Judge Noisy suddenly let out a whistle, took off his hat, and stared excitedly at the ground; to him, the stage’s carpeted floor had transford into the cloud-covered atmosphere, and he found himself plumting from outer space, with the contours of the land quickly coming into focus.
The remaining three judges either leaned back uncontrollably or clutched their clothes tightly.
The Persian Female Judge, who was afraid of heights, simply flopped onto the floor with a thud.
For a mont.
As the egg mixture and the precious at juice tightly intertwined, and the temperature in their stomachs returned to normal, the five judges gradually ca to their senses.
Yet, for a long ti, no one spoke. Each judge maintained their previous posture, either seated or standing, their faces filled with intense aftertaste.
“That…”
Chiyoda Aichi tentatively broke the silence on stage, asking, “Would you like to continue tasting, or do you wish to provide feedback now?”
“Eat!”
The French Chief Judge took a large step forward, standing in front of the cooking station. He reached for his plate with chopsticks, picked up a piece of grilled at, dipped it into the egg mixture, and swallowed it, his face instantly glowing with satisfaction.
For a mont, the judges were preoccupied with eating.
Mars kept a stern face as he focused on that strange egg mixture. Taking advantage of the judges’ reflective mont, he grabbed a clean pair of chopsticks, dipped it into the egg mixture, and held it close to his eyes for observation, his pupils constricting slightly, “This is…”
The neglected egg mixture also contained a faint, elusive glimr.
In hesitation, Mars bit his lip and, as if testing for poison, lightly licked a bit of the egg mixture off the chopsticks. But no sooner had his tongue retracted back into his mouth did his baby face turn ashen purple, and he hastily dropped the chopsticks and retreated several steps.
“Chef Mars!” Chiyoda Aichi was bewildered, unsure of what had happened.
“Don’t co near!”
Mars raised his hand, bowing his head slightly.
Xia Yu’s eyes sharpened.
Traces of cold air invisible to the naked eye were emanating from the Vice Principal of Orlando, and soon, fine icy particles began to form on Mars’s skin. From Xia Yu’s side perspective, he could see a layer of frost climbing over Mars’s eyebrows and facial features.
Seeing this, Xia Yu almost shouted out loud, Holy guacamole!
“Gourt cells!”
“Ice?”
Recalling Mars’s two resonant Fantasy Ingredients—the pure white ‘Rose Mushroom’ and the ‘Golden Salmon Roe’ from the deep sea—Xia Yu imdiately understood. Mars’s cellular ability was related to ice; no wonder he could so effortlessly handle the Fla Horse at, a clear attribute counter!
Beyond that, Xia Yu was convinced that Mars had other abilities he had yet to reveal.
For example… using gourt cells to preserve food!
“Pah!”
Then, raising his hand in front of his mouth, Mars spat out the egg mixture, which solidified into tiny ice cubes in his palm. He casually crushed the ice cubes into powder and looked up, locking eyes with Xia Yu.
The caras focused on the judges, but the exchange between Mars and Xia Yu was noticed only by a few observant individuals in the venue.
He moved his lips silently, sending a ssage in lip-read to Xia Yu:
“The second Forbidden Ingredient… You’ve won!”
“Pure luck!”
“Hey, pure luck?”
Mars shook his head, glanced at the bewildered Chiyoda Aichi, easily took the microphone from her hand, and addressed the packed arena with seriousness:
“I concede!”
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