Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 180 Abandoning the senses for ultimate deliciousness! Good heavens, Sui Wubai vomits! (First update of 4K)
The sharp taste reaches the nasal cavity before reaching the mouth.

Unlike chili peppers, the spiciness of mustard is often complex.

Sui Wubai's nasal cavity was originally filled with a foul smell, but the wasabi instantly cleared it away.

The sudden movement straightened his body.
But this state only lasted for two or three seconds, after which his body quickly relaxed again.

"Goodness, that was a good job!"

Sensing the aroma in his nasal cavity, Sui Wubai stopped chewing and began to analyze the layers of the wasabi sauce in his mind.

"This mustard sauce is probably mixed in with the meat sauce inside the sausage. There isn't much of it, and it tastes like vinegar and red grapes."

"The specific flavor profile is similar to 'French wasabi'—it's intense at first, then fades quickly, and is extremely memorable."

"It should be an intermediate layer used to distinguish between the preceding and following layers."

After thinking it over, he continued chewing.

Beneath the wasabi flavor, there was a mild spiciness, resembling the style of chopped chili peppers from Hunan, but without the texture of chili flakes.

This flavor blends with the previous sauce, further amplifying the original savory and salty taste.

Sui Wubai felt his entire nasal cavity being filled by wasabi, instantly overwhelmed by its salty, savory, and spicy flavor.

The aroma overwhelmed the original stench, immersing him completely in the presentation of the dish itself.
Tan Zhifeng, who was standing nearby, felt the same way.

However, his tongue wasn't as sensitive as Sui Wubai's, so he focused more on the contrast of layers.

At this moment, having experienced the contrast of two sauces and three flavors, Tan Zhifeng finally began to touch the minced meat.

With just a light touch of his tongue, he could sense the difference between it and "Italian meat sauce" or "French meat sauce".

"The Italian meat sauce is thick yet fluid, with the tomatoes, meat, and sauce deeply integrated."

"French meat sauce is mostly served with bread, emphasizing the smooth texture of the shredded meat and the preservation of its overall flavor (especially the porky taste)."

"Xia Ming's is different from both of them; it's probably a 'mixed sauce' that combines the flavors of wasabi and chopped chili."

"You can still taste the soybean paste inside, and the minced meat is just the right amount of fat and lean, with distinct grains. You can taste a hint of oiliness as it slowly spreads in your mouth. This feeling is strangely familiar."

But while Tan Zhifeng was still analyzing the meat sauce, the most crucial part, the intestine, was beginning to emerge in his mouth.

Beneath the rich, salty, and spicy meat sauce, the aroma of pork offal wafts out, carrying a hint of French-style pungent odor, along with the unique fragrance of offal that comes from being braised and then grilled again, pushing Tan Zhifeng's taste buds to a climax.

A sudden chill ran down Tan Zhifeng's spine, and he felt his basic sense of taste suddenly falter.

The strong, fermented flavor gave him the illusion that his large intestine hadn't been properly cleaned.

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the fishy smell did not originate from animal fat, but rather from a unique, sour, and rotten odor characteristic of plants.

This flavor blends with the small intestine wrapped inside the large intestine, masking some of the organ odors while surprisingly revealing a pungent, mushroom-like smell.

"This should be a fermented amaranth stem!"

"It pairs perfectly with small intestines, mimicking the basic flavor profile of Troyes sausage while incorporating the fermented flavor."

"It also reveals a unique ingenuity characteristic of Chinese cuisine."

Tan Zhifeng felt that the surrounding stench was dispelled in a short time by this dish.

His entire body felt like it had been overwhelmed and mushy from the intense flavors of the food.

It's like lying in a bathtub with a slightly meaty smell, and your body gradually feels hot as the water temperature rises.

The sudden, intense smell made him feel like he was about to be disintegrated.

But paralyzed, he had no choice. The warm, salty smell and the stimulating sensation were all washed into the deepest part of his body by the water.

At first, the body resisted slightly, but as the warmth intensified, the nasal cavity and sense of taste seemed to have lost their function at this moment.

Only the unique scorching and chewy texture of the internal organs in the mouth remains, along with the continuous stimulating sensation from the meat sauce.
The deepest, most primal desire within Tan Zhifeng was calling him to continue enjoying the present moment.

Even though his soul was tainted by this aura, he still managed to shed his slight displeasure and embrace his most authentic instincts.

"In front of the judges' panel"

Xia Ming smiled as he looked at the seven judges, whose bodies were somewhat limp.

He knew that his dish contained that wondrous flavor that emanated from the depths of his soul.

Its essence is an absolutely "heavy-flavored" dish made up of offal, fermented products, spicy ingredients, and meaty smell.

Under normal circumstances, this dish would cause absolute physical discomfort just from its smell before it even reaches the judges' mouths.

Even durian lovers, herring speedrunners, and stinky tofu devotees would find it impossible to withstand this kind of physiological shock.

Even if you were to invite Zhang Shengtan, the most famous comedian on Douyin, he would still face the most severe challenge of his career.

The fact that this thing could be developed only shows that Xia Ming has a lot of knowledge, and also that the demon cultivators of the Blood Blade Sect in the Nine Provinces Continent have quite strong resistance.

There are actually seven other types of items in the "Night Moon Beast Brew" tier!

That's why they say cultivating immortality can transcend the physiological limits of mortals.
Of course, the extreme external physical discomfort is exchanged for the extreme internal deliciousness.

The slightly fermented flavor, after proper blending, creates a strong and unforgettable taste sensation.

This is an experience that these judges would never have had in their previous lives.

"The umami flavor is born from the fermentation flavor, the offal arouses human desire, and once it leaves this door, this sausage can be described as a fusion of the world's 'dark cuisine'."

"But here, setting aside smells and eliminating sensory discomfort, the moment the dish is put in your mouth, a new world is about to open up."

After thinking it over, Xia Ming saw the judges in front of him open their eyes all at once, then brandished his knife and fork and launched another attack on the dishes in front of him.
Watching the judges feast in the stench-filled environment.
The viewers in the live stream were also somewhat stunned.

[Wait, is this reasonable? Can Xia Ming really make a dish that tastes good with the ingredients he brought?]

[I haven't tried the others, but as for the fermented amaranth stems, if you can accept them, they're actually quite delicious.]

Regardless of whether Xia Ming's cooking is authentic or not, French sausages from Gaul are naturally characterized by a pungent, rancid smell; otherwise, why would anyone call them "stinky sausages"?

Large intestine, small intestine, fermented amaranth stems, canned herring, blue cheese... it feels like houttuynia cordata doesn't even make the list here, and stinky tofu should be kicked out of the group chat.

Actually, these seemingly unappetizing foods all have their unique flavors. I've had bread with blue cheese before, and putting aside the smell, the milky aroma is truly exceptional.

Stop talking, I'm getting nauseous just listening to it! I'd rather die than eat any of this stuff!

Let's not tag Nanxiang this time. Promoting culture is hard work, don't let him mess with us.

[This is not something that can be brought out under normal circumstances! If Han Tianyan hadn't been cooking poop on the spot, how could we have witnessed such a beautiful sight!]

[I think I've figured it out. Xia Ming cooking normally is at his mature stage, Xia Ming who goes against the grain is at his complete stage, but if you want to compete with him in "disastrous cuisine," then Xia Ming skips directly to "ultimate level"!]

[The person upstairs seems to have played too much Digimon, but I really want to try that food.] [Dude, you have some serious tastes.]

Although they can't imagine the taste, netizens have developed their own methodology through learning from Douyin (TikTok).

Although this is a completely different perspective from that of a chef when it comes to ingredients, it is enough for the viewers in the live stream.

After all, a normal person would never eat such a thing in their entire life, so what else can they rely on but imagination?

But to Han Tianyan, who was not far away, the dish looked rather horrifying.

Xia Ming was able to get him to that pile of ingredients to blend, which was within his expectations.

But Xia Ming's ability to blend these ingredients in such a way that the judges couldn't stop eating was completely beyond his expectations.

"Even if it's a real Troyes sausage, some people won't like its texture and taste, let alone Xia Ming's version that hasn't been stored!"

"Holy crap, what did he put in there?!"

Han Tianyan was completely unable to calm down at this moment. Judging from the judges' attitude towards him and the performance of Xia Ming's cooking, he felt that his chances of winning this round were almost gone.

He really didn't expect that after Xia Ming activated "Dark Mode," his strength not only wasn't limited, but actually became even stronger!

So it turns out you weren't playing seriously before, buddy!
Now it's my turn to pop the beans?
Thinking about how he had foolishly chosen the "Stinky Arena" map, which was extremely advantageous to Xia Ming's performance, he felt like he needed a bottle of nitroglycerin.

"It's over, it's all over."

But as he wailed inwardly, a question that puzzled him surfaced in his mind.

"Shouldn't Xia Ming have an extraordinary sense of smell? Why is he acting like nothing's wrong with the stench in the arena?! This doesn't make sense!!!"

"On the judges' panel"

As Mao Xianzheng put down his knife, Xia Ming's dish was completely devoured.

Although the judges can't offer much guidance, for a chef, a clean plate is worth a thousand words.

Even after finishing the meal, Yin Shengjiang felt there was no need to waste any more time.
This soul-stirring aroma was something Han Tianyan could never resist.

But the competition rules have already been announced, so we have to follow through no matter what.

After all, which of the seven judges wouldn't want to eat another dessert made by Xia Ming?
As for Han Tianyan?
Forehead.
DDDD (Those who know, know)
Seeing this, Xia Ming didn't say anything more, put away the plates and returned to the stove.

There are still about 3 hours left before the competition ends, so he has plenty of time to prepare a "durian pudding" dessert.

Stretching, Xia Ming cleaned up the ingredients in his hands.

Then stir-fry the remaining large intestine with the small intestine, chili powder, and fermented amaranth stems.

Then, take a piece of fresh durian, mix blue cheese with canned herring, and sandwich it between the leftover rice crisps from the first round of appetizers.

To ensure a uniform texture, I added cooked mashed potatoes separately, and the final product looked quite like a small pastry.

Then, you see him face the camera, take an ordinary glass, and pour himself a glass of wine.

After finishing everything, he quickly made the handmade pasta he had prepared earlier.

Adhering to the principle that it would be a "waste" to not eat the ingredients, Xia Ming began today's work lunch tasting session.

Of course, the first step is to reopen the nose that was temporarily sealed with blood spirit after the cooking was finished.

As the Blood Soul was retrieved, Xia Ming instantly felt a colossal wave of stench condensing into a raging torrent.

His nose was too sensitive; if an ordinary person could only tolerate a fraction of this smell, he would have to endure a hundred kinds of torment.

Fortunately, Xia Ming had dealt with the Soul River Fish for most of his life and his resistance was not bad. After being hit, he recovered in a few seconds.

He even opened a new can of herring, seemingly not satisfied with just that, and wanted to add more to the venue.

Looking at the exhaust fans on both sides, which were almost smoking, the judges just hoped the competition would end soon so they could escape this torment.

As for the viewers in the live stream, this time their opinions were the most unified ever.

For some reason, I wasn't envious at all of this work lunch; in fact, I found the stir-fried potato and meat in my bowl especially delicious.

I'm not envious at all; the wide noodles in my bowl taste amazing!

This is the first time I've ever felt so satisfied eating stinky tofu; it must be thanks to Xia Ming's work lunch!

[Oh no, he really ate it! My Xia Ming is no longer clean.]

I don't know if it's clean or not, but the smell must be quite strong. Mmm, fermented bean curd is really delicious!

[Given the dining environment and the ingredients of this work lunch, I think rice with Lao Gan Ma chili sauce is excellent! It brings a sense of happiness with every bite!]

Netizens are already used to Xia Ming's work meals.
Eating is nothing unusual, but it would be a bit strange if Xia Ming didn't eat at mealtimes one day.

Seeing Xia Ming enjoying his meal across from him, Han Tianyan, having finished cooking, gritted his teeth, turned on the light, and brought his dish to the table.

He had realized that whether he was stabbed horizontally or vertically, he would die anyway. He had chosen this path, and he would die because of it.

Otherwise, years later, he would have another title: "deserter."
The judges' expressions weren't good when they saw Han Tianyan approaching.

However, one's duties must still be fulfilled.
Han Tianyan's main course was a standard "French pork sauce" served with "corn tortillas" and "potato pancakes".

Next to the exquisitely presented dish, there are also accompanying "durian sauce", "herring sauce" and "hot sauce".

Looking at the dishes on their plates, the seven judges' expressions softened slightly.

Putting aside all the mess Han Tianyan made, his culinary skills are still evident.

However, at this moment, the judges could no longer smell the aroma of the dish.

Sui Wubai picked up the potato pancake, spread a layer of pork sauce on it, then a layer of chili sauce on it. After making sure there was nothing wrong with it, he put it in his mouth.

The initial taste is of potato pancake, followed by the flavor of pork sauce.

The former is tasteless.

The latter not only has no flavor, but also tastes of pork's greasiness.

"???"

A hint of doubt flashed through Sui Wubai's mind, and then he felt the greasy, fishy smell of pork travel down his esophagus and strike his stomach hard.

The next second, his stomach involuntarily twitched.

then
A wave of nausea surged up from within, and this feeling began to torment Sui Wubai physically.

This caused him to spit out the part of his mouth that he hadn't fully chewed.
(End of this chapter)