The story begins in Food Wars, when Alice took him home.

Because the venue was brightly lit, no one noticed the fleeting glint of light on the whole lamb shumai, but Chihiro Natsume did.

At first, she thought she was seeing things, because it was too unbelievable. But as she focused her attention, the light appeared in her eyes again, which shocked her greatly.

This is actually a top-tier seven-star dish, a luminous delicacy!

"After being frozen, it can still reach the level of a luminous dish when cooked again. What an amazing dish! Truly worthy of Master Bai Yuan!"

It's one thing for her to embarrass herself, but if the power of "Bestowing Clothes" affects the audience, it will ruin the reputation of Totsuki Academy!

Chapter 170 Each with their own unique charm.

"If you don't want to eat this, you can give it to me. I overslept today and didn't have time for breakfast, so I'm starving."

Noticing that each person only had one whole lamb shumai, Chihiro Natsume suppressed her excitement and casually remarked to the balding man next to her who was constantly complaining.

"You didn't have breakfast? Here, take it. I'm not really interested in shumai anyway."

Upon hearing Chihaya Natsume's words, the Mediterranean man waved his hand dismissively and pushed the plate in front of him away, clearly not interested.

Chihiro Natsume was secretly delighted to see this, but she remained outwardly calm: "Thank you."

Meanwhile, the audience members in the stands were gradually given whole lamb shumai. Although they thought it was ordinary, they didn't mind since it was almost mealtime and picked it up to eat.

"It's actually a dish made by Teacher Baiyuan himself! It was definitely worth coming today!"

In a corner of the audience, Kobayashi Rindou, who had come over just to join in the fun, looked excitedly at the whole lamb shumai on the plate.

Reaching out, he picked it up, dipped it in the sauce on the side of the plate, and took a big bite, a look of pure bliss on his face.

"What is this smell?!"

Someone carelessly stuffed the whole thing into their mouth, and when the scalding hot soup flowed out and filled their mouth, they couldn't help but let out a gasp.

"It's just an extremely ordinary mutton shumai, so why is it so delicious?!"

"I can't believe that such a small shumai contains so many different textures. Every time I chew it, I can experience a completely different flavor!"

Looking at the sliced ​​shumai in her hand after taking a bite, Chihiro Natsume showed a shocked expression.

The fillings here look uniform in color, but you can still see the differences if you look closely.

Because it uses meat from different parts of the lamb, some of the meat in the shumai is darker in color, while some is lighter in color.

Its layers are incredibly distinct.

"It's like a Pandora's box, every chew is a completely new experience, it feels like you've got a whole sheep inside."

"Yes! That's right! It's a whole sheep!"

I was wondering something was off about why a simple mutton shumai could have such a rich texture; now I see!

A casual remark from someone nearby made the clever people present realize something, and they looked at the shumai in their hands with thoughtful expressions.

The textures and flavors presented in these small shumai are just like those of different parts of a sheep, aren't they?

For a time, cheers and exclamations of praise filled the air. Many men and women had rosy cheeks and, after finishing their own food, wanted to grab food from those around them.

However, because each person only received one, by the time they finished theirs, there wasn't another whole lamb shumai to be found.

"Ah, this..."

The Mediterranean man paused slightly when he saw the audience's frenzied reaction. He then turned to look at Chihiro Natsume, wanting to get his shumai back, only to find that she was flushed and clearly not in a good condition. The whole lamb shumai in front of him had already been completely devoured by her.

"Truly excellent, as expected of Totsuki!"

As the whole lamb shumai entered her stomach, a gentle warmth emanated from it. Chihiro Natsume's expression was slightly dazed before she uttered a heartfelt exclamation of praise.

She closed her eyes, and images appeared before her.

At this moment, she seemed to have become a sheep, living among a flock of sheep, and as she chewed and savored, the scene slowly began to move.

It was a picture of a flock of sheep migrating!

As you chew, the different cuts of lamb intertwine in your mouth.

The scene then shifts to depicting sheep migrating through different terrains and climates, yet still full of vitality. It shows both the arduous journey along rugged mountain paths and their free running across the plains.

"This is the life of a sheep..."

Opening her eyes, Chihiro Natsume's eyes were initially confused, then brightened. Such top-notch cuisine was only an appetizer, which was surprising.

Of course, what shocked her even more was the quality of this whole lamb shumai.

She was certain she hadn't misread that faint ray of light; this tiny Far Moon Palace actually harbored a chef of this caliber. She had to meet him!

Thoughts swirled in his mind, but his face remained calm and composed, maintaining the dignity expected of a judge.

At the same time, in venue B.

Chihiro Orie pursed her lips, crossed her legs, and her face was full of suppressed restraint, but in the end she couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed onto the table.

Her beautiful, obedient face was pressed against the cold tabletop as she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling, her eyes filled with something indescribable.

"That's...foul."

Lifting her face from the table and looking at the spotless plate in front of her, Chihiro Orie paused for a long time before gritting her teeth and speaking.

Simultaneously.

She also had the idea of ​​meeting the cook.

Looking at the young men and women who had been captivated by the whole lamb shumai and were slumped in their seats, Hisako Shinto had a knowing look on her face.

On the cutting board in front of her was a plate of lamb chops with skin on, which she had ordered a few days ago from a lamb supplier.

In his right hand, he held a blowtorch, from which roaring flames shot out, scorching the skin of the lamb chops and burning away any remaining hair.

Cut the prepared black goat ribs into small pieces and soak them in cold water to remove the blood. Put them in a pot of cold water, add cooking wine and angelica root to blanch them, then rinse them clean and place them in a bowl for later use.

Heat a frying pan over medium heat and stir-fry the lamb until it develops a milky aroma. Then transfer it to a clay pot and add hot water to cover the top of the meat.

"To relieve dryness, use hairy root, sugarcane, and water chestnut. To moisturize dryness, use Solomon's seal and lily bulb. Codonopsis strengthens the spleen and replenishes qi. Red dates replenish blood, and angelica removes fishy odor."

Hisako Shinto silently recited the medicinal properties she had read about in a pharmacology book, her eyes fixed on the clay pot in front of her, turning the heat down to a simmer when the water boiled.

Unlike other dishes, medicinal cuisine requires a lot of time to accumulate, but it cannot be over-accumulated; it needs to be taken out of the pot at the right time.

"Such a strong curry smell, is this for curry lamb? It's surprisingly ordinary..."

With a slight blush, Chihiro Natsume, sitting on the judges' panel, squeezed her legs together, an unnatural flush appearing on her face: "This unique fragrance that lingers around me!"

"They're actually kneading dough. Curry lamb with baked naan is indeed a good combination."

Looking at Hayama Akira who was cooking, Roland Chapel crossed her arms and voiced her guess.

"That naan... could it be..."

Seated next to Roland Chapel was Shiomi Jun of the Shiomi Research Association, a young genius professor in the history of Totsuki Culinary Academy, hailed as the "Spice Authority."

At that moment, as if she had just thought of something, she lightly covered her mouth, her face full of surprise.

"Shhh."

Perhaps noticing Shiomi Jun in the audience, Hayama Akira raised his hand and made a shushing gesture.

"As you expected, Run. My cooking... is only just beginning..."

As he sprinkled the holy basil into the soup pot, Akira Hayama's face revealed a determined expression. He wanted to prove his talent with this dish!

"This aroma... a slightly refreshing taste mixed in with thick coconut milk."

"It brings a refreshing feeling and stimulates the appetite."

In the audience, many people swallowed hard, their faces showing longing as they smelled the rich yet refreshing aroma in the air.

"In this venue filled with all sorts of smells, only the aroma from his pot stood out."

"This is evidence that the spices are blended perfectly."

Even though the judges were all famous food critics, they all looked like they were enjoying themselves.

"Ah, this is a different scent, is it smoke?"

"I see. Smoking is also a cooking method that can release aroma."

"The air in the venue was covered again."

He closed his eyes, savoring the aromas in the air, while providing commentary.

The battle for fusion cuisine actually began the moment they stepped onto this stage.

The air is filled with the intense aromas of various dishes, which can easily interfere with the chef's judgment.

If you can't judge the state of your cooking, then you don't need to continue cooking; you can declare defeat now.

"Dough and curry, that guy must be making puff pastry soup, a dish created by Paul Bocuse, a representative figure in French cuisine."

However, while flamboyance is certainly a form of expression for curry, a restrained yet explosive approach might produce a better effect in the competition.

"Teacher Bai Yuan."

"Brother Bai Yuan".

Upon seeing Bai Yuan suddenly appear in the VIP room, Erina Nakiri and Alice Nakiri stood up at the same time and greeted him in unison.

"You can just sit here, don't worry about me."

Seeing the two people get up, Bai Yuan waved his hand indifferently, stepped to the glass, and looked down at everything that was happening in the A venue.

Especially Hajime Hajime, the owner of the Nose of God, undoubtedly possesses unparalleled potential, and his talent is exceptionally good.

"Teacher Bai Yuan, what did you mean by what you just said? What do you mean by 'restrained explosion'...?"

Sitting down again, Erina Nakiri asked with some curiosity.

"It's about locking the aroma of the curry in the curry until it bursts forth the moment you swallow and chew it, so that the deliciousness can reach straight to the heavens."

Of course, I'm not saying the following method is bad; if you're opening a shop, a strong aroma is more likely to attract customers.

Objectively speaking, both cooking methods have their advantages and disadvantages, but Bai Yuan prefers the more understated approach.

For him, deliciousness is the key.

"To be able to sleep so soundly in that kind of chair, this transfer student is really a peculiar person."

Just as Bai Yuan was lost in thought, Nakiri Erina's surprised voice rang out.

Bai Yuan followed her gaze and found that Yukihira Soma was asleep in a chair, with his legs crossed.