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

Bai Yuan patted the still-lying Alice Nakiri next to him, his voice gentle. He had exhausted her last night, so much so that she couldn't get up this morning.

Since Alice Nakiri didn't get up, he naturally wouldn't leave either. However, if he stayed in bed any longer, he would miss the start of the competition.

"Okay, help me get dressed."

The girl's voice was sweet and coquettish, with a hint of coquettishness. As she spoke, she raised her hand, revealing a large open space with clothes scattered around the bed.

"What a lazybones. But whatever, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a hand."

Reaching out, Bai Yuan tapped Alice Nakiri's delicate nose, and looking at her snow-white skin under the blanket, he picked up the stockings that had fallen beside her, grabbed her snow-white, jade-like feet, and gently put them on.

Alice Nakiri clearly hadn't expected Shirai to actually agree. She pretended to extend her foot and then tried to pull it back, but he grabbed it tightly. Her toes curled slightly from the tickling sensation on the soles of her feet, and she felt the warmth coming from her ankles, her cheeks flushing red.

However, because the object of her affection was Bai Yuan, she maintained a calm demeanor even though she felt shy, and even closed her eyes to quietly enjoy the moment.

This process lasted for more than ten minutes, during which she was like a doll, performing various actions under Bai Yuan's control.

She didn't open her eyes until Bai Yuan carefully straightened her collar. At that moment, there was a row of teeth marks under her lips, clearly showing her repression and restraint.

"Okay, let's go."

He gently patted Alice Nakiri's shoulder and called for her to get up. Bai Yuan stretched and made a lazy gesture.

Get up, wash up, eat.

After quickly completing the morning routine, Bai Yuan and Nakiri Alice arrived at the door, where the car bound for the Moon Sky was already waiting.

At this very moment, between the moon and the sky.

"Hasn't Teacher Bai Yuan arrived yet? Well, the leader is extremely busy, it's already a great honor that he could come, how could he possibly arrive before the event starts?"

Looking at the only empty seat among the five judges, Huang Mei's expression was subtle. She wondered why Bai Yuan hadn't come, but then she suddenly realized.

Bai Yuan is different from them.

As a top-tier seven-star chef, he is extremely busy every day, with countless tasks to handle.

The Summer Selection, which is very important to them, is probably just an insignificant competition for Bai Yuan.

Having figured this out, Huang Mei stopped being anxious and focused all her attention on the cooking counter in front of her, where Yuan Yue had prepared Apricot Blossom Chicken chicks, which had already been processed by a professional chef.

"Teacher Bai Yuan, I will not let you down."

Huang Mei clenched her fists, looked up, and saw that Takumi Aldini across from her was also looking over.

As their eyes met, it was as if lightning flashed through the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Chapter 179 Braised Chicken with Sauce VS Tuscan Creamy Chicken

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat somber.

By the time Bai Yuan and Nakiri Alice arrived at the scene, the match had already entered its later stages.

"Since you're here, please take a seat."

Seeing that Shiro was late, Senzaemon Nakiri did not scold him. Instead, he got up and pulled out a chair for him, making a welcoming gesture.

This scene instantly silenced the judges around who wanted to blame Bai Yuan for being late.

They weren't fools; they understood what this meant. Senzaemon Nakiri valued Hakuen highly, more than anyone else present.

Since that's the case, they naturally wouldn't make a fool of themselves, because not only would they be unable to do anything to the other party, but they would also be the ones who lose face in the end.

It is said that old people are wise and experienced. Having lived for a long time, they still know the ways of the world. Bai Yuan is very important, at least to Yuan Yue.

Based on some rumors I heard recently, there is a high probability that the person in front of me is a top-level, high-star chef. It's hard to believe that he is only twenty years old.

"To cook delicious chicken dishes, the most important thing is the selection of ingredients, followed by marinating and seasoning. Cooking techniques and ingredient pairings are all elements that make chicken dishes delicious."

The judges are the same group as yesterday.

The short, balding old man in the pinkish-brown clothes looked at the two people competing and spoke up. As he spoke, he glanced at Bai Yuan sitting next to Nakiri Senzaemon, his eyes filled with intense curiosity.

To be treated like this by that culinary demon king, this kid is truly remarkable.

Even among chefs with high-level special skills, this is probably one of the best, perhaps a five-star special grade? Or maybe a six-star special grade?

It's unlikely to be a top-tier six-star chef. That's a chef who has one foot in the realm of a culinary god, a celestial-level dish. He's only ever seen it once in his life.

Because Totsuki made all students sign a confidentiality agreement, very few people knew that Hakubuchi was able to create dishes of the Flowing Light level.

On the very first day, someone noticed this while tasting whole lamb shumai at the venue.

However, because the light was faint and people couldn't believe that Totsuki would serve light-level dishes to guests, few people thought about it that way.

Although Chihaya Natsume guessed it, she wouldn't say it and offend Hakuyuan.

A secret is called a secret because only a few people know it. Once it's made public, she's no different from any other visitor.

So she won't tell anyone.

"Making a good chicken dish requires a lot of skill from the chef, and this year they've come up with quite a few tricky challenges."

Seeing that Bai Yuan's expression did not change, the old man in the pink and brown clothes withdrew his gaze and looked at Nakiri Senzaemon with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

It seems that every year when he comes to Far Moon, he can witness exciting matches.

"Chicken dishes have been spreading in human society since the ancient ancestors domesticated poultry. They started with roasting over a fire, then added seasonings, and later fried and boiled."

It can be said that chicken has been a constant presence in the history of human cooking, leaving a significant mark on the culinary world, and continues to this day…

Watching the two working hard at the kitchen counter, Senzaemon Nakiri spoke slowly, his voice carrying clearly to all directions, including being heard by Hakugen.

"Chicken is white meat and has a mild flavor. To make it delicious, you must use a rich, dark sauce so that the chicken can fully absorb the flavor of the sauce."

Of course, you can also cook it lightly, focusing the seasoning on the dipping sauce. For example, Guangdong's poached chicken has yellow skin and white meat, is tender and delicious, and tastes exceptionally good.

The chicken is white with a buttery skin and a fragrant scallion oil aroma. It's garnished with scallion segments and served with minced ginger, minced garlic, and soy sauce, preserving the chicken's freshness and original flavor.

Bai Yuan spoke calmly, expressing his own insights.

"After thousands of years of development and innovation in human society, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of ways to cook chicken, so the range of choices is quite extensive."

Alice Nakiri appeared in the spectator stands of the Polar Star Dormitory, silently watching everything unfold before her.

"They had to make a decision in just one night, choose the chicken dish that could beat their opponent, and then compete on such a big stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone."

The elderly man in the pinkish-brown clothes spoke up, watching the two men's actions and guessing what they were cooking, a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

"In other words, this competition tests one's mental agility and explosive power."

Faced with this challenge, to what extent can they leverage their accumulated experience and skills?

Senzaemon Nakiri revealed the core of the match: the key to winning lies in the accumulation of knowledge over time.

"Takumi Aldini used a lot of tomatoes in the first round of the selection competition. I wonder if the chicken dish will be the same this time..."

Below the stage, the audience watched the two preparing the food, wondering what they would serve, while time ticked by.

"We probably won't use a lot of tomatoes anymore, but a small amount is still possible, since there's a special pot over there for cooking tomatoes."

The location of Polar Star Dormitory.

Pointing to Takumi Aldini's kitchen counter, Mito Ikumi pinched her chin. Because she and Sakaki Ryoko failed to pass the preliminaries, they became spectators at the competition.

Despite being extremely unwilling and even wanting to escape from here.

But they held back, because watching the games also provided them with nourishment to make them stronger. Little by little, this nourishment would accumulate and make their foundation more solid.

"Indeed, compared to the full bucket of tomatoes before, there are very few tomatoes in this small pot now. It should only be used to add some flavor."

The air was filled with the aroma of milk, and I guessed he was planning to make a dish with a rich, creamy flavor, like creamy chicken.

As for the one next to it…

Soma Yukihira looked at Takumi Aldini, who was frying chicken, and slowly voiced his guess, while glancing at Huang Mei beside him.

Simmer the stock over low heat, skimming off any foam that rises to the surface. When it boils again, add cold water and continue skimming off any foam until it boils again.

Repeat this process three times, and the soup will become clear.

Add two slices of ginger to the clear chicken broth and simmer for an hour until the chicken is tender. Remove the chicken, let it cool, and then debone it by hand.

Huangmei has reached this stage, but it can't wait for it to cool down. The chicken in the dish is steaming hot, and the bones have been removed without any flaws, leaving no skin or meat on its surface.

In a separate bowl, add sweet bean sauce, three spoonfuls of chicken broth, and three spoonfuls of sugar. Stir well and pour the mixture over the shredded chicken.

This gives the chicken a base flavor.

One star anise, two slices of ginger, two pieces of scallion, a little sesame oil, steam in a pot, and add some salt before covering the pot.

Steam for about 15 minutes.

Huang Mei placed the alarm clock next to the pot and looked at Takumi Aldini not far away, who was putting the finishing touches on.

"It also uses chicken broth, onions, garlic, butter, tomato paste, oil-marinated cherry tomatoes, and white wine, in addition to heavy cream and shredded Parmesan cheese."

Italian cuisine has a strong milky flavor, and this cooking method is very Italian; no wonder he's an Italian guy from Italy.

Knowing that Takumi Aldini was Italian, Huang Mei was not surprised at all by his cooking methods, and her face was full of confidence.

"Jingle Bell."

Just then, the alarm clock rang.

Almost instantly, Huang Mei placed her hand on it, lifted the lid by feel, and with her other hand, she used chopsticks to remove all the star anise and ginger slices from the plate.

Wash the wok thoroughly, pour in oil over high heat, add the chicken from the plate into the wok, add some salt to adjust the base flavor, and then add some chicken oil to enhance the flavor.

Prepare a bowl of potato starch.

Holding a spoon, Huang Mei's expression changed from casual to serious. She scooped a spoonful of potato starch and sprinkled it onto the chicken in the pot to thicken the sauce.

This step requires even application of force. If too much force is applied to the spoon, or too much starch is placed in the same spot, it can affect the final texture of the dish.

However, for Huangmei, who possesses super-touch sensitivity, these are all child's play.

The silvery-white potato starch swished from the spoon, evenly spreading into the pot, where it was swallowed by the reddish-brown braised chicken and finally blended together.

The moisture on the surface of the chicken in the pan is quickly absorbed, turning into a thick sauce that coats the chicken. Finally, a beautiful toss in the pan, flipping the chicken over completely.

"I finished!"

At the same time, Takumi Aldini, standing beside him, let out a long sigh of relief, looking at the food in the pot with a relieved expression on his face.

In front of him was a pot of milky white chicken, the rich aroma of which filled the room. He then plated it and served it to the judges.

"Tuscan Creamy Chicken, please enjoy."