Chaos struck unexpectedly.
Tang Shan, the figure in red, Lei Zhe, Yan Mo, Desani, Xue Feichen, Lan Chuhai...
And Zhu Qing, who ca running with a tray.
Eventually, these influential figures of the Lin Giant converged in front of the judges’ bench, a scene that epitomized a key aspect of today’s competition. After all, the generally favored giants of the Lin clan were all here, whereas others, like Adams, either gave up early, abandoning their special chef partners to cook alone, or were still struggling ntally at the cooking station.
The venue fell completely silent.
Chiyoda Aichi, seeing the Lin giants suddenly gathered, opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a complete sentence for a long while.
It was too soon!
The grand battle was starting an hour early!
In his confusion, Chiyoda Aichi aligned with the spectators outside the arena, feeling a genuine excitent—more chaos in the tasting and judging phase made for greater spectacle. What they wanted to see was a chaotic slaughter!
"In total, eight pairs presented their ’spirit’ dishes..."
Kogawa Shinyiro glanced over at each influential figure lined up before the judges, surprise hidden in his eyes. He quickly introduced the eight Lin giants in a rapid speech, saying no more than needed, then shifted to a somber tone, "Now, we enter the judging phase, with no set order; whoever wishes to start may do so at will!"
"Then, please, the first to step forward!"
However, the eight giants remained motionless.
The cara panned to show the state of the giants, similar to that of the special chefs in the first phase—looking left and right, no one dared make a rash move.
Without needing a closer look, their eyes and faces betrayed apprehension and gravity.
The Lin giants likely hadn’t anticipated such chaos either.
Still, a unique character was detected; the cara zood in to see Zhu Qing, who had just hustled onto the platform. She supported the tray with one hand and waved broadly at the cara with the other, causing the audience to sweat for her as they saw the glasses and cocktail shaker on her right-hand tray. Lady, could you be a bit more modest?
"Hey, take it easy!"
Xia Yu was sweating bullets below.
"Is she really your aunt... an elder?" Tang Yuqiong asked in a surprised tone, moving stealthily closer to station number 8. Xia Yu, knowing why she asked, nodded gloomily, "Genuine article!"
"She belongs in our Dark World!"
Another chirpy, tender voice.
Little Fairy Wu Yingying bounced over, her eyes on her ntor, the female Lin giant in red.
Li Quan, Li Han and their nephews, along with Lin Miao and Elizabeth, all ca over.
Up on the stage, the Lin giants were gathering.
At station number 8 below, top special chefs were congregating.
The cara finally moved away from the judges, the big screen giving seven or eight seconds of footage to station number 8. People were surprised to see these top chefs gathering around a young man at the center, but all doubts vanished when the cara zood in on the youth—
His presence explained why the special chefs were gathered around him.
"Interesting! Conflict on stage, and conflict off stage, two battlefields!"
Witnessing this, Dojima Yin, Jintan Shun, Tulip, and other celebrities found it amusing and sat up straighter, their anticipation heightened.
The deadlock in front of the judges was soon broken by a voice:
"Are all of you just going to stand there?" Seeing no one moving, Zhu Qing chuckled softly and stepped forward, then her wooden tray landed on the table with a bang.
"I’ll go first then—"
Zhu Qing jumped up like a little girl.
Thud!
Another tray ca down, and Lin Giant Lei Zhe grinned at the cara, a hint of threatening fierceness in his eyes, "Sorry, Miss Zhu, but you’ll have to take the second spot!"
"What do you an?" Zhu Qing raised her eyebrows, then her lips curled into a scornful smile, "So after I serve, you imdiately follow with your dish? Are we issuing challenges as if this were a martial contest?"
"If that’s the case... then welco!"
Zhu Qing took a step back.
Lei Zhe also released his hand and stepped back, and his view was filled with two side-by-side trays.
The cara zood in on the two trays, which surprisingly coincided with each other, each holding 5 glass cups and 1 cocktail bottle with no extra plate decorations, very plain.
Moreover, the glasses were all delicate cocktail glasses.
Thud!
A third tray was placed down, and Lan Chuhai said indifferently, "Zhu Qing, don’t forget about !"
"Lan Chuhai!" Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow, a look of eager challenge in her eyes, "This ti, you’re definitely going to lose, hmm, how many tis have you lost to ? It seems like 89 tis, no wait, including this ti it would be the 90th, a nice round number..."
Lan Chuhai, true to her na, was a very flavorful beauty.
Her attire was distinct from Western chef uniforms: the upper half was an apricot-colored short-sleeved shirt with a cross collar and no buttons, a style many Japanese would find familiar with kimonos, but it was actually a modified Han outfit, much like the kind the old man from Xia’s shop usually wore while cooking.
The lower half was ivory-colored loose pants, and her feet were clad in cloth shoes embroidered with plum blossoms.
It was worth ntioning that she wore a brown apron around her waist with pockets, and on the side waist, there was also an embroidered plum blossom branch crawling up along her slender waist.
She was like a lady in plum blossom, her temperant and flavor just so.
"90th ti?"
With a hint of mockery in her eyes, Lan Chuhai spoke with a competitive tone utterly different from her usual temperant, "In the past twenty-so years of our matchups, totaling 178 tis, we each have 89 victories. Therefore, throwing back your sa words, if I win this ti, I will reach 90 wins!"
Zhu Qing gritted her teeth.
Xia Yu was sweating profusely down below.
"Uncle Quan, you and these two ladies are from the sa generation, right... What’s going on?" Li Han nudged his clan uncle, his eyes alight with burning gossip.
Zhu Qing and Lan Chuhai were undoubtedly the prodigies of the previous generation in the Chinese Cuisine World, and both being single won was enough to spark many gossip topics.
"Cough!"
Li Quan reluctantly tore his gaze away, with an indiscernible admiration in his eyes, not knowing whether it was directed at one or both of the ladies. He coughed and also secretly wiped his sweat, "The rivalry between the Zhu Family and the Lan Family has been long-standing, almost persisting for a hundred years. These two have been competing since they were children, 178 tis is actually rather few. As a contemporary, I have personally observed so of their matches representing the Li Family..."
"So, Uncle Quan, why are you still a special chef while others have beco Lin Chefs and reached the top of the pyramid?" Li Han widened his eyes.
Li Quan broke into a sweat and hurriedly gestured, "Shh, don’t talk!"
"I need so peace!"
Seeing his clan uncle’s face turning dark and about to explode in anger, Li Han wisely shut his mouth.
At the sa ti, Li Han beca curious about the previous generation.
Zhu Qing and Lan Chuhai were outstanding representatives of the previous generation.
Besides the Zhu Family and the Lan Family, the Chinese Cuisine World still had many long-standing culinary families, like the Shanghai Tang Family, the Guangzhou Longquan Restaurant, and on a larger scale, the Dark World’s Yan Family, Ya Family, among others, and the likes of Tianji Star Wu Family were also nurous... What about the prodigies from the previous generation? Li Han suddenly realized the road ahead was full of challenges.
"Hmph!"
Lei Zhe let out a cold snort.
Zhu Qing and Lan Chuhai ignored him and continued their verbal spar, causing this titan to feel a naless rage.
"Try this—" Flashing a grin, Lei Zhe decided to seize the initiative, imdiately grabbing the cocktail bottle and with a click, twisted the cap off. A unique fragrance of alcohol instantly swept across the venue, uncontrollably causing many in their seats to lift their faces high, necks elongating as if transforming into a soaring dragon in the sky.
I am a dragon!
Those who slled the scent had the sa thought.
Open mouth, breathe out!
"Ao—"
Voices overlapped, forming a torrent.
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