NABC Chapter 955 Tang Niu is the True God of Cookery (Second Update Yesterday)
Chapter 955 Tang Niu is the True God of Cookery (Second Update Yesterday)
Chapter 955 Tang Niu is the True God of Cookery (Second Update Yesterday)
[Special Notice from the Chef Competition Organizing Committee]
To all culinary masters and contestants: His Excellency the Rancher has recently decided to participate in the organization of this competition and will personally taste the dishes of each contestant. Therefore, all regional managers are hereby notified to prepare for the selection and advancement process.
Looking at the competition zone adjustment information on his phone, and then glancing at the culinary competition mentioned by "Rancher of the Heavens" in the chat group, Huai Shi felt an overwhelming sense of unease that almost overwhelmed him.
Hell's Kitchen Contest
Heavenly Chef Competition
Why were these two competitions held at the same time and with the same invited judge?
Why did the organizing committee of the Chef's Contest place such importance on the 'rancher' in its statements, and then change the competition format according to the other party's arrangements?
Filled with deep confusion, Huai Shi received heartfelt condolences from the organizing committee of the Culinary Demon Competition late at night.
The first thing the other party did was to inquire about Huai Shi's health and highly praise Huai Shi's willingness to go to great lengths to enjoy the dishes. Finally, the person in charge expressed their gratitude to Huai Shi on behalf of all the chefs.
"Thank me for what?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
"Thank you so much for curing that food-crazed madman! You're a miracle worker, doctor!" The organizing committee leader exclaimed excitedly, as if he had won the lottery jackpot.
"After that committee member returned from the present realm, the news that his dish had been recognized by the rancher spread throughout the entire Hellish Culinary World. The legendary chef, who had been away from cooking for many years, resigned from his position on the organizing committee and decided to present an even better work to the rancher as a contestant. Oh, and now it's His Majesty God."
Even among culinary masters, there is a competitive spirit. The rancher's evaluation of "the best" completely surpasses all previous culinary masters.
Is it that exaggerated?
This is a good question.
Imagine this: a rancher comes to the ceremony hoping to get a free meal, but some arrogant culinary fanatic, with unrealistic expectations, wants to get some kind of evaluation from this food connoisseur. In the end, the dish he painstakingly prepared is served, only to be found to be on par with the instant noodles sold in hellish convenience stores. How would that feel?
Whether it's garbage or delicious food, I'm going to eat it all!
I wasn't full, the portion wasn't enough, so I decided to eat the chef too, slurping away.
Now, when someone's cooking impresses the rancher and earns him high praise, the title of 'Strongest Chef in the Abyss' naturally falls upon the chef's head.
In no time, not only colleagues from the organizing committee, but also various veterans from all walks of life came to challenge them to a soul-searching culinary competition.
The shadowy figure from before, seeing this, knew it was no joke.
He confessed in less than three seconds, saying it was all thanks to the rancher Huai Shi's son. He claimed that ever since the rancher came ashore, not only did his back and legs stop hurting, but even his sense of taste returned to normal. Furthermore, the rancher was going to participate in the upcoming "Cooking Demon" competition, and he was just lucky to be the first to try it.
Once this statement spread, wow, all the chefs in Hell and the present world whose confidence had been eroded by the ranchers were now filled with renewed fighting spirit.
Even a large number of the original senior members of the organizing committee have retired. Several big names, including Hannibal and the Butcher of Paradise, are preparing to personally participate in the competition. They have already entered various ecological hells to search for ingredients, determined to present the most calamity, the most hellish, and the darkest culinary creations to that God to taste!
"If it weren't for Mr. Huai Shi, I'd still be on the organizing committee watching the water dispensers. How could I possibly be in charge of this event?" The person in charge was extremely grateful and invited Huai Shi to visit hell sometime.
"Rest assured, we guarantee that this competition will be conducted in accordance with the requirements put forward by Your Excellency the Rancher."
beep--
Huai Shi was completely dazed. The sound didn't seem like the static from a phone call being disconnected; it sounded more like a heart rate reading turning into a flat line, a life-saving signal.
This is the most prestigious cooking competition ever?!
Hannibal Lecter and the Butcher of Paradise have both returned and met their end?!
Hey bro, you're not going to follow that example from the City of All Heavens and start lecturing people, are you?!
No.
That's not the key point. The key point is whether you want to see who the new list of judges is.
Huai Shi glanced at the food competition that was being discussed enthusiastically in the group chat, then at the Chef Demon popularity ranking on the dark web forum, and finally glanced at the Universal Knowledge Symbol.
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Imagine what it would be like if Shi Hao were the judge in the preliminary rounds, and you served him a plate of maggots and excrement.
Is the current crisis not long over, and it's already going to be obliterated along with the Great Dao?
Huai Shi had long since forgotten about the escape the crow had mentioned. If these living ancestors in the group came here and found out it was a culinary disaster, they would be furious and enraged.
He mentally replaced the expressions of his group members with those of someone who had just eaten braised pork intestines sashimi, and then shuddered.
"No, I need to clarify something."
"Do you accept this ending?"
A calm voice sounded behind Huai Shi.
Huai Shi's neck stiffened, and after a moment of stunned silence, he turned around and found Su Lin sitting at his dining table with his fingers interlaced, supporting his chin in a classic commander's face.
"Among the top ten prizes in the Culinary Demon Competition, there's a speaker that can play background music anytime." Su Lin pushed a sphere made of runes onto the table. "Is it really a good thing that the competition is canceled like this?"
Guru
Huai Shi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he felt a sudden dryness in his mouth and tongue.
Is that really true?
His gaze was completely drawn in, caught in the painful struggle between morality and sin.
"I didn't intend to hide it from everyone. After all, I'd rather see everyone participate voluntarily than force them," Su Lin said calmly.
Can you do it? That's the Culinary Master Competition!
“Of course it can. After all, calamity is essentially a form of power. The only difference between it and alchemical potions is that it tastes a little worse.” Su Lin paused for a moment. “Of course, there are also delicious ones. As a master chef, you know that better than anyone, don’t you?”
If you're saying it's sweeter than milk wine and honey, it's actually a poison from the abyss that can pulverize your soul.
That can definitely make it delicious.
Whatever calamity can be created, a corresponding miracle can be produced. In the end, the culinary demon's dishes are not merely unpalatable; their essence lies in the malicious shaping that is no different from alchemy.
But even the most potent venom can be coated with a sweet, candied sugar coating, or transformed into an unprecedentedly delicious dish, until the very last moment when its true nature as an equal poison is revealed.
If one can endure it, all the malice will become an aid on one's own path of pursuit. This is the opposite of all that is beautiful in the world, known as the darkest moment one faces on the road of life.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Su Lin raised her arms and asked softly, "Would I, Gege, lie to you?"
"Yes."
Tong Ji transformed into a crow and landed on Huai Shi's shoulder, whispering in the same voice, "Would I, your sister, ever harm you?"
Huai Shi submitted his poem directly.
If it were just one bird, he might struggle and fight back, but his past bloody history told him that if both of these creatures were targeting him at the same time, he might as well just lie down and start enjoying the torment of life.
'After all, choosing your own prize is really appealing.'
Let's just pretend we don't know anything about this.
When Chef Emiya sent him his inquiry about participating in the competition, Huai Shi confirmed without hesitation.
As for how the God of Cooking Competition turned into the God of Cooking Competition, it was probably just a beginner competition from the very beginning.
Inside an ordinary, unremarkable school.
"It's home economics class again." Gabriel stood in front of the cutting board, staring blankly, with dark circles under her eyes.
"You've been too lazy lately, haven't you?" Winette placed a basket of vegetables on the table and asked suspiciously, "You haven't been going to the restaurant where you work much, have you been eating properly, and haven't you taken out the trash at home in ages?"
"Are you my mom?" Gabriel yawned. "I've given away all the trash, and as for working, I don't need to do any part-time jobs for now."
"Giving it away? You've given up on spending money on the game?" Vinette was somewhat delighted. The living expenses provided by the Heavenly Realm were more than enough, but Gabriel had become addicted to online games, which was why she went to do part-time work.
"No, I recently found a great boss, and now someone's supporting me." Gabriel said with a satisfied look, "Snacks, games, living expenses, and so on, that's basically enough for me."
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Vinette's mind went blank for several minutes until Satania put the devil mushroom, a specialty of hell, into the broth, at which point the devil mushroom let out a desperate and piercing wail.
"Just add some mints, and the refreshing sweet soup is ready," Satania confidently presented her creative dish.
Om-!
The trident slashed through the air, and the abyss-colored dishes and the plate broken in two fell to the ground.
"Where is that person?!" Winette shouted indignantly.
"Eh?"
Gabriel blinked blankly.
"It's a crime! That's a crime! And you've actually let money corrupt your last shred of decency?!"
This is no longer at the level of laziness, but at the level of the collapse of rites and music.
Seeing Vignette on the verge of collapse and madness, Gabriel realized that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something.
But by then, the other side was completely deaf to reason.
"Turn back! It's not too late to turn back now. You can't keep making this mistake! Call the police and let the law deal with that scumbag!"
"This is a school! What are you talking about?!"
The students around her were whispering among themselves. Realizing that this might lead to some strange rumors, Gabriel quickly pulled the tearful Winette aside to explain that she had found a job similar to a mascot, and that as long as she stayed in Heaven as an angel, she could receive benefits.
“Intimate Paradise, Angel Cosplay Service,” Winette murmured, staring at the search results on her phone.
"What kind of hellhole is that?! I'm talking about the real paradise!" Gabriel exclaimed in a frenzy.
"My cooking... how are you going to compensate me?" Satania cried from the side.
"Tsk, that stuff is totally inedible, isn't it?" Gabriel glanced at the black fungus dish that made the entire home economics classroom feel like it was going to go haywire just from the smell, and said helplessly.
"Alright, I'll take you to Heaven later to eat something delicious, then you'll know I wasn't lying."
“Really heaven? We’re demons.” Winette hesitated.
"It doesn't matter, since God has already fallen anyway."
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"Old Ma, I'm only doing this for your own good."
The sound of kneading and pressing with finger bones was crackling.
thump!
Zhang Chulan immediately slid to his knees: "I really didn't forget to pick you up, I just wanted you to have more experience!"
"Is this my reason for having to stay in this other world even though I only get one day off a month on average?!" Ma Xianhong grabbed Zhang Chulan and said through gritted teeth:
"You're living the high life outside with my share of the profits, eating, drinking, having fun, and cultivating your skills without any problems. Ever since that other ox or horse went on their honeymoon, I've had to work 24 hours a day, you know that?!"
"Didn't we already have automated production lines?" Zhang Chulan asked, puzzled.
Do you think equipment doesn't need maintenance?
"Uh"
Knowing he was in the wrong, Zhang Chulan gave an awkward smile: "So, isn't that why I'm here to make it up to you?"
He pulled out an invitation.
"Let's go get something good to eat today, it's all buffet style, don't be shy with me."
It's not like you're the one treating!
Even though Ma Xianhong had anticipated the guy's thick skin, he still found it difficult to handle.
Zhang Chulan didn't care about any of that. He acted like a host and led Feng Baobao and Ma Xianhong toward the reserved path for the competition.
During this time, they also encountered Tony Stark and his three companions from the bushes.
Everyone else had anticipation on their faces, but Ge Xiaolun was sitting in a wheelchair being pushed around by the armored vehicle. Despite not being injured, he appeared listless and weak, giving off a lifeless and gloomy feeling.
"What's wrong with my brother Lun?" Zhang Chulan asked, puzzled.
"I don't know, he's been like this since we woke up a couple of days ago," Jarvan said.
"He's still lying in bed wrapped in a blanket in broad daylight. Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd broken up with his girlfriend." Zhao Xin shook his head and said, "Actually, he doesn't even have a girlfriend."
“Uh…” Tony Stark hesitated for a moment before saying, “I roughly know what’s going on.”
He patted Ge Xiaolun on the shoulder.
"I've prepared a pool party for you. Victoria's Secret Angels and those cover girls are all welcome to come and have a few drinks."
"I'm fine, Brother Tuo."
Ge Xiaolun forced a smile that seemed to burn out, and said, "As a god-king, I no longer have any worldly desires."
"You little brat, what are you pretending for?"
Jiawen and Zhao Xin nudged Ge Xiaolun's head, which looked like dorm bullying, but they actually wanted to cheer him up.
Ahead, a light flashed, as if they had just emerged from a tunnel into the outside world. After a brief moment of blinding light, a bustling square appeared before them.
People in all sorts of strange costumes and shapes were busy selling their wares at various sheds and stalls.
The air was filled with the clattering of pots and pans, and the chopping and slicing of cleavers on the cutting board, creating a rich and culinary atmosphere.
"We're here. Quickly get him something to perk him up," Tony Stark said, glancing around curiously.
These are all ingredients that are somewhat unfamiliar, but seem to have been seen somewhere before, such as fermented mung bean juice, premium houttuynia cordata, and live pearls.
As we were talking, a rich aroma of coffee wafted over.
A mature and very charming redhead is brewing coffee at the stall and handing it to the customers in line.
"God, can ordinary coffee beans produce this kind of effect?"
"The last time I had this kind of coffee was two hundred years ago when I found a mutated plant while exploring Hell. It was so strong and so invigorating."
"This is the result of focusing on skills and techniques. If this lady were in Yingzhou, she might be called the coffee fairy."
“It’s just like a thick soup. This coffee deserves a nomination. I’ll vote for this lady.”
Everywhere you look, there are sounds of people praising each other and enjoying sips of coffee.
Tony Stark, seeing this, was about to pay extra to buy a drink from someone else when he noticed the woman beckoning to him.
"Ms. Himeko?"
If she weren't already married, and if the other person weren't the elder of the kids in the group, she might have taken this opportunity to teach Ge Xiaolun, that big oaf, the art of flirting.
"Oh, it's Xing and Qiong's friends. No need to queue. I originally prepared coffee for them, Xiao Sanyue, and Danheng, but we couldn't find anyone anywhere, and I'm too busy here."
Himeko's face was flushed, and it was clear that she was in a very good mood.
After receiving a cup of coffee from someone who had shared it with him, Tony Stark distributed it to everyone and raised his cup, saying, "At least it's a good start, isn't it?"
suck-
puff!
Jarvis: [Sir, a burning sensation has been detected in your esophagus.]
(End of this chapter)