Who gave this heretical practitioner permission to cook?

Chapter 245: A Death Cage Set Up for the Contestants, "Oil Curtain Locks the Stomach"! (First Update)
"Me? 1 point?"

Jing Ran was completely devastated.
At this moment, looking at Bai Susu's cold and aloof face, he wished he could take his slippers and go up to her and slap her a few times!

He has reason to believe that in a few days, the internet will be flooded with marketing videos titled "Famous Japanese chef gets a 1-star rating in China".

"Is this woman crazy? Is she out of her mind?!"

"I know, she was deliberately brought in by the competition organizers to annoy the contestants. The judges manipulated her, huh? That's fucking disgusting!"

Having witnessed too much "fairness" on "Sunrise Island," Jing Ran now views the competition with the darkest of eyes in China.

At this moment, in his mind, the Chinese culinary world was no different from that of the "Island of the Rising Sun".

After all, relying on judges to control the scores for selection is something that often happens there.

How many young chefs have been driven away by this kind of discouragement?
Looking at that glaring 1 point, Jing Ran cursed a thousand times in his heart before turning to the other judges.

Unlike Bai Susu, they were all chewing on shumai, their expressions thoughtful.

Seeing this scene rekindled Jing Ran's hope.

"It's alright, the Chefs Association won't dare to go too far with the score, at most they'll only dare to give it one point."

"The other judges will definitely give me an objective and fair score."

"Ugh~"

An untimely sound interrupted Jing Ran's reverie. He had only been chewing for a few seconds when...
Cheng Xieyun covered her mouth with a tissue and quietly spat out the shumai she had eaten.

Although he was very careful, Jingran still noticed it.

"!???"

At that moment, his mind went blank. Looking at the bulging wad of toilet paper in Cheng Xieyun's hand, a storm raged in his heart.

"She vomited. She actually vomited! How dare that old man!"

Just as he was filled with resentment, Tong Song and Cao Fujun followed him up.

Compared to Cheng Xieyun's dignified manner, Cao Fujun was much more direct.
Yes, I just spat it back into the plate.
After vomiting, I realized there was something wrong, so I thought about it and finally reluctantly covered it with two tissues.

In Jing Ran's eyes, this action was tantamount to burying him in the ground, and then covering him with two white sheets, which was too glaring.

His expression was no longer calm; instead, it had become extremely agitated.
One got 1 point, and three vomited.
With such an outstanding record, how could netizens not come to watch?

[What's going on? He ate three of them and threw up. Did he have poop in his beef?]

[I don't know, it comes from the side of life, there might really be some explanation!]

[Did they add durian or natto or something? Otherwise, I really can't imagine what could have pushed the judges to their limits.]

Whether it's truly the limit or not, I don't know, but its rating is terrible!

[I've disliked this guy for a long time. He's alright looking, but he went and flirted with the female contestants while they were choosing dishes. I guess he's from there; he's copied those things from the movies so well!]

"Is that so? That's great!"

Netizens have a very negative impression of Jing Ran, partly due to his past experiences and partly due to his boundless energy.

Seeing him get his comeuppance, even more people cheered in the live chat.
Based on the judges' performances, netizens are well aware that once someone vomits, there's virtually no chance of a comeback.

Jing Ran himself was also aware of this. To be blunt, this round of 64 to 48 seemed like a joke to him from the very beginning.

After all, only 16 people were eliminated, so it seemed unlikely that he would be among them.

Unexpectedly, things changed too quickly. Even though the other judges forced themselves to swallow the shumai, it was all in vain.

At that moment, his eyes were wide open like a sardine off the shore, and his mind was racing.

"Why, why, where did things go wrong!"

"Why!"

"Why!"

Just as he was enveloped in despair, the judges in front of him gave their final scores.

[Bai Susu: 1 points]

[Yin Shengjiang: 1 point]

Tan Zhifeng: 2 points

[Cheng Xieyun: 0 points]

[Tong Song: 0 points]

Cao Fujun: 0 points

Ding Yongxing: 1 points

Looking at his lonely 5 points, Jing Ran finally felt a surge of exhaustion. His body staggered uncontrollably a few times, and although he managed to regain his balance, his soul had already scattered to who knows where.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to ask the judges an answer, but he lacked the strength even to speak.

Of course, even if he asked, he would only get an answer he would never believe.
"The judges told him that there was too much oil and the dish was too greasy to eat."

"But he couldn't understand it, because he had tried the dish and found it to be tender and juicy with a delicious broth and full of flavor."

"Then he would argue that the food wasn't greasy at all, and that there must be something wrong with your tongues."

"At that time, the judges will bring out professional reagents."

At this point, Xia Ming, who had finished washing the dishes, looked at the figure on the stage with a teasing expression. The figure was even starting to lose his balance.

"Qiao Ruoning told me before the competition that, perhaps because of my participation, this 'Hua 5 Level' exchange competition specially provided 'judge reagents'."

"Simply put, this is a mixture of 'lightly salted water (0.5% salt water),' 'sugar water (5% sugar solution),' and 'lemon water (0.1% citric acid solution)'." "These three different drinks, paired with 'specially prepared weak tea,' are intended to minimize the possibility of the judges experiencing tongue numbness."

"Basically, after every eight courses, the judges will replace the weak tea they rinse with with one of the random ones to estimate whether their tongues are maintaining a standard level."

Xia Ming smiled as he looked at the different cups that kept appearing next to the judges, but a deathly smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"These 'judge's reagent' rules weren't specifically set up for me; they're generally used in competitions at level 6 and above."

"It sounds sophisticated, but the actual effect is just average, because 'tongue fatigue' is a problem that judges will inevitably face in the competition. These three solutions only serve as a self-check."

"Even if there are some slight deviations, the judges will still not choose to leave. After all, compared to leaving to rest and missing the contestant's best cooking time, some dishes, as long as they are not too outrageous, can still be judged roughly based on experience."

After all, the state of the tongue cannot be adjusted, but the judges' senses can be adjusted adaptively.

"So at that point, the judging panel used the reagent in front of him and told Jingran that his tongue was fine at that moment."

"Jing Ran will be confused and puzzled."

"This is normal, because in culinary judging, what can be judged is never limited to the 'tongue'."

Thinking of this, Xia Ming silently took out a small piece of "pig caul fat" from the scraps on the side, then heated the pot and threw it into it.

The beautiful patterns tumbled a few times in mid-air, and sizzled the moment they touched the pot.

“In the rendering of lard, the most common types are lard, caul fat, and calf fat, with the yield decreasing in that order.”

"The caulking oil looks thin, but the amount of oil inside is far greater than what you can see."

"Judging from their appearance, the 'Golden Shumai Partner' is only about the size of a single bite, and it's mostly filled with filling."

"But just like the juicy exterior is covered with hidden 'pork caul fat,' the reason why the mashed potatoes are so silky smooth is also because of the pork caul fat."

"Excessive fat intake not only puts a strain on the tongue, but more importantly, it prolongs the time it takes for the stomach to empty."

Xia Ming looked at the corner of the caul fat gradually melting in the pot and raised his eyebrows with a smile.

He knew that in the Nine Provinces Continent, cultivators did not have the concept of "digestion".

Once you reach the initial stage, your ability to digest grains and cereals will have reached a very high level.

Some sects of cultivators dislike contact with grains, believing that maintaining the purity of the body is a form of cultivation.

Those who cultivate demonic arts don't care about these things. They can eat anything that has spiritual energy. Even if there are too many impurities in their bodies, they still have their own ways to deal with them.

Rebirth by borrowing another's body or severing one's mortal soul are both solutions.

The Blood Blade Sect has it even simpler: connect the Blood Blade, and when the body is not pure, just throw the remaining stuff into the "waste blade," which is quick and convenient.

The so-called "indigestion" of spiritual energy in the Nine Provinces mostly refers to the fact that if too much spiritual energy is obtained at once, it cannot be "refined" in a short period of time, resulting in the body exploding or being wasted.

But Xia Ming is in the city now.
Even if the judges have amazing culinary skills, they are still just mortals at heart.

Food needs to be digested, and digestion relies on the stomach.
According to traditional Chinese medicine theory, the stomach belongs to the earth element and is the organ mainly responsible for the "refining and transformation of qi and blood".

Specific abilities vary from person to person, but most people cannot reach the level of the few "big eaters" on Douyin.

"From a scientific perspective, the so-called logic of gastric digestion is the result of the stomach muscles squeezing and pressing food together with digestive juices."

"Depending on the type of food, it can cause different burdens on the stomach."

"Among them, oils, due to their 'lubricant' properties, will adhere in large quantities to the surface of the stomach wall after entering the stomach."

"This causes changes in the strength and frequency of stomach muscle contractions, similar to putting too much oil on a rotating gear. Once the oil sticks together, it can actually slow down digestion."

This will lead to a significant increase in gastric emptying time.

Xia Ming wanted to lengthen it.
As mentioned before, the interval between the two evaluations by the judges was not long, which put a lot of strain on the stomach.

During this time, Xia Ming guessed that they must have eaten health supplements such as "digestive tablets," but these things can only speed up digestion and cannot empty the stomach in one go.

Even if the judges lived in the bathroom, the best-case scenario would probably be that they were only half full.

"At this time, the digestive enzymes in the stomach are still working, but the senses have already recovered."

"So, they seemed to be in pretty good spirits when they tasted my food~ but..."

Xia Ming paused slightly when he thought of this. The pork caul fat in front of him had basically melted, and visible lard was sloshing around the bottom of the pot.

"But after eating almost two pieces of lard, plus high-protein, starchy, and cured meat products..."

"It's obvious without even thinking that my stomach will be instantly overloaded."

"It's not just a simple feeling of 'fullness,' but rather a resistance response automatically generated by the brain when the stomach is feeling extremely blocked."

Xia Ming casually poured out the oil from the pan, then shook his head with a smile.

"Regardless of the quantity or size, as long as the greasiness of this thing exceeds a certain threshold, the judges will instantly feel extremely disgusted and nauseous."

"And I have now brought this threshold to its limit. You could say that if the amount of oil exceeds the limit by even a little bit, it will cause an infection."

"But most shumai are all about a moist, oily texture; without oil, they're just stuffed steamed buns."

Seeing Jing Ran, who was so distraught that he hadn't even bothered to clear away the dishes before returning to his stove in a daze, Xia Ming's eyes flickered.

"I wonder if this 'oil curtain stomach seal' will help you remember this lesson~"

"Whether you're a human or a demon, it's the same: when you lack power, don't provoke others—you'll easily ruin yourself."

"You agree, right~~~"

(End of this chapter)