The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 555 Fierce Competition
Qin Lang had been watching the female diner's expression closely, and when he saw her freeze in place, his heart sank.

Was it a success or a failure?

Just as he was still worried, the female diner suddenly increased her eating speed. She scooped up the tofu from the tofu and fish soup and ate it in big bites. Then she picked up the fish and kept putting it into her mouth. Finally, she drank the fish soup in the bowl in one gulp.

Qin Lang's heart slowly calmed down.

If it hadn't gone well, this diner probably wouldn't have eaten so quickly.

So... this is a success?

He tried to judge by the diners' expressions, but the female diner who had finished her soup in one gulp remained in the position of holding up the bowl to drink the soup. Her delicate face was completely covered by the soup bowl. After a long time, she slowly put down the soup bowl, her eyes already red.

"I'm sorry... I lost my composure," the female diner said softly, then stared intently at the empty soup bowl. "Like..."

"They look so alike."

"This fish soup tastes just like the one my mother made for me."

"While drinking the fish soup, I felt as if my mother's nagging advice was still in my ears." As she spoke, a smile bloomed on the female diner's face, a smile of relief. "If my mother were still here, she would definitely want me to live a happy life."

"Yes, it definitely will." Qin Lang said softly, but couldn't help but recall his past life's experiences, and his eyes reddened slightly.

"Thank you, little brother," the female diner said softly, then stood up.

"This is the most satisfying dish I've ever eaten."

After saying that, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"It's finally done."

Qin Lang let out a soft sigh and couldn't help but laugh.

Yesterday's failure was like a stone weighing on his heart, making him feel uncomfortable whenever he thought about it. But after successfully satisfying the female customer's request, the stone finally disappeared.

Next, we'll continue to welcome new diners...

"Qin Lang, I want a plate of fried rice with eggs! I want premium eggs and premium rice!"

"Okay~" Qin Lang responded subconsciously, then paused, looking at the figure at the ordering area with a strange expression, "Zhao Qian, what brings you here?"

According to the rules of the food marathon, participants are not allowed to leave the cooking area during the cooking process, even if they are preparing their own meals.

How did Zhao Qian end up here?
"Don't even mention it!" Zhao Qian sighed deeply. "I was eliminated."

"So fast?!" Qin Lang exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Qian turned down more than 20 customers yesterday, and before the cooking was even finished today, she had already turned down a total of 100 customers?
"Don't even mention it," Zhao Qian said with a mournful face. "Yesterday, only a few diners had very demanding requests, but today, every single one of them is asking very difficult questions."

"I just took a walk around after I was eliminated, and half of the people were eliminated!"

"This..." Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Refusing a customer means no cooking is needed, and new customers can be welcomed immediately, but what if the new customers have equally demanding requests…

So, repeated rejections will cause the number of rejections to increase rapidly.

"Stop talking! I desperately need a plate of fried rice made with the finest ingredients to soothe my wounded soul," Zhao Qian said, clutching her chest in anguish. "I'm a customer now, so you have to fulfill my request!"

"The organizers won't be providing any rare ingredients," Qin Lang retorted with a wry smile, but then casually pulled out a portion of eggs and rice from the Traveler's Book.

With practiced steps, a plate of exquisite egg fried rice was served to Zhao Qian.

"Aww!" Zhao Qian scooped up a large spoonful and put it in her mouth, a satisfied expression quickly appearing on her face. "My mood improved instantly." "Excuse me." Another diner standing behind Zhao Qian impatiently stepped forward. "You're finished, isn't it my turn?"

"What's the hurry!"

Zhao Qian rolled her eyes, but still stepped aside and made room for him.

"Hello, what do you need?" Qin Lang asked with a smile.

"I want her dish!" the diner said without hesitation.

He had never smelled such an enticing aroma in his entire life!
He absolutely had to try this delicious food!

Qin Lang: “…”

"Sir, I'm sorry," Qin Lang said helplessly, "the ingredients used in this dish are ones I brought myself, not the type of ingredients provided by the organizers."

"According to the rules of the food marathon, cooking requests that are not in the organizer's ingredient inventory can be refused unconditionally."

"This..." The diner paused for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "I see the ingredients are just eggs and rice, how could they not be in the ingredient inventory?"

"The quality is different..."

"Then let's use the quality of the ingredients available in the ingredient warehouse!" the diner said without hesitation, then adopted an unreasonable attitude.

"If you don't agree to this either, then you're rejecting my request!"

"That's right!" xN
Where does that sound come from?
Qin Lang was stunned for a moment. He looked around and realized that the area around him was now full of diners. They were staring intently at the fried rice in Zhao Qian's hand, their mouths watering at the aroma of the fried rice wafting through the air.

Realizing that the aroma of the premium fried rice was so enticing that it had caused all this, Qin Lang glared at Zhao Qian with annoyance, then sighed.

"Okay, then let's make fried rice with eggs."
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"So, is the female customer satisfied?"

As soon as the food marathon ended on the second day, Du Ziyan and Dai Lan found Qin Lang and brought up the question that had been on their minds all day.

"Satisfied." Qin Lang nodded. "Her mother made tofu and fish soup with sour tea, but without any spice. So, in the end, the tofu and fish soup I adjusted successfully met her requirements."

"Oh, it's not for me after all." Dylan sighed, slightly disappointed. She had originally thought her approach had a higher chance of success.

"Since the diners are satisfied, why are you still not very happy?" Du Ziyan raised an eyebrow, looking at Qin Lang's expression. "Is there a new problem?"

"No, not at all." Qin Lang shook his head. "It's just..."

"If you were like me, spending half a day cooking the same simple dish, you wouldn't feel happy either."

Yesterday's failure ignited Qin Lang's fighting spirit. He was originally looking forward to whether the diners could come up with some challenging questions, but after Zhao Qian asked for private meals, things took a strange turn.

Subsequent diners all became interested in fried rice because of that exquisite egg fried rice, so after that, all the dishes he made were egg fried rice.

And it was all at the request of the diners.

With a sigh, Qin Lang took out the seven "rejection cards" he had received that day.

"Sorry, I might be about to kill the game."

Du Ziyan: "..."

Dylan: "..."

(End of this chapter)