Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

"Was this also part of your calculations? The seamless transition between the beginning and end allows the fried chicken leg to maintain its best flavor at all times. That's really clever."

Noticing this detail, Bai Yuan's opinion of Cao Liang rose even higher.

Although he hasn't looked at the rankings yet, he can guess that the other party's ranking is not low.

Although this sales model doesn't showcase much culinary skill, it best fits the theme.

His ability to see through appearances to the essence in such a short time proves his quick thinking, and his future culinary career will be smoother than others.

"Thank you for your patronage, Chief."

Cao Liang handed the chicken leg to Bai Yuan, squinted at him, greeted him, and then, with a zero-frame attack, revealed Bai Yuan's identity.

"Oh? You recognize me?"

Upon hearing Cao Liang's greeting, Bai Yuan showed interest and paused in his steps, looking at Cao Liang's face as he asked.

"Of course, only fools wouldn't recognize the leader's heroic figure. I guessed your identity the moment I saw you."

Seeing Bai Yuan stop for him, Cao Liang's face flashed with surprise, his eyes were filled with visible fervor, and his voice was full of admiration for him.

"You're pretty good, keep up the good work."

Also, you can use beer to make the batter for fried chicken legs; the effect is similar to using baking soda, but it adds a touch of wheat flavor and makes it taste even better.

As he spoke, Bai Yuan bit into the chicken leg. The outer layer was rough and crisp, while the inside was as tender as silk.

The scalding hot gravy surged through my mouth, and I could feel the gentle resistance of the muscle tissue as my teeth sank into the fibers.

The first layer is the salty and savory flavor with peppercorns, followed by the natural sweetness of the chicken. The rich, oily aroma from deep within the bone marrow explodes with each chew, and finally, the lingering aftertaste of the slightly spicy marinade remains on the back of the tongue.

The Maillard reaction between chicken skin and flour at high temperatures produces a sinful, caramel-like aroma.

In terms of taste, this is a fried chicken leg that has reached the level of a first-class dish.

Cao Liang must have put a lot of effort into the fried chicken batter and marinade; you can eat several without getting tired of it, making it a stall with sustainable development.

"I understand, I'll try it when I get back!"

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, Cao Liang nodded solemnly, then continued frying chicken legs.

The final sprint to the rankings is not over yet. Although he is already in the top ten, if he could, he would like to touch the number one spot with his fried chicken leg.

After all, it's obvious that the higher the ranking and the more attention one receives in the world of bizarre cuisine, the more important they will be in passing the assessment.

Achieving the tenth rank as a full member is different from achieving the first rank. Initially, there might be no difference, but the gap will widen significantly over time...

"Faster! Faster!"

Slow down! Slow down even more!

Adjust your breathing rhythm to get yourself into the best state.

Cao Liang's face was full of seriousness. While greeting the guests with a smile, he didn't forget to shake the chicken legs that had escaped the net to prevent them from sticking together.

It also makes them crispier.

the other side.

After finishing the fried chicken leg in his hand, Bai Yuan arrived at the end of the street.

There weren't many customers here, and relatively few stalls. The most popular one was an old man selling sugar paintings, but Bai Yuan didn't remember him.

"The original stalls in the square...?"

With that in mind, Bai Yuan walked up.

The elderly man was surrounded mostly by children, with only a few adults present, who were their parents.

The children were all staring intently at him, or rather, at the porcelain plate in front of him, as hot syrup dripped slowly from his hands, and he began to draw lifelike patterns on the porcelain plate.

"A copper spoon scoops up syrup, an iron plate serves as a picture frame. Grandpa turns his wrist, and the golden dragon's tail flutters!"

Humming a nursery rhyme used by those selling sugar paintings, the old man moved with great skill, and soon a lifelike golden dragon appeared in the children's eyes.

"Amazing!"

"This is so lifelike! Powerful, imposing, I can't think of any more words to describe it!"

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I want a little rabbit."

"I want Little Tiger!"

As the old man finished the golden dragon sugar painting, cheers erupted from the crowd.

The children held the golden dragon sugar painting, looking at it from left to right, passing it around with great affection, their eyes filled with admiration.

Some children looked at him and made requests to him in their childish voices.

"Compared to the bustling city in front, this place has a sense of tranquility, which is truly touching."

Hearing the childlike voice, Bai Yuan stopped in his tracks, but ultimately did not join in, becoming a tourist who passed them by.

I came back from the end of the street.

It was already evening.

According to the rules, business ends at five o'clock. At this time, each stall begins to pack up, and the relevant members responsible for data collection arrive at the stall site to start taking inventory.

Because it was a temporary event, the facilities were not very complete, and we could only use the most basic statistical methods, relying entirely on the conscience of the participants.

Of course, although the statistical method is very primitive, if there are obvious anomalies, or if someone reports it with strong evidence, the student will still be detained for investigation. If cheating is discovered, the student will be expelled from school.

The same applies to the world of bizarre cooking.

Once caught cheating, you will be permanently expelled from the world of dark cuisine and never be allowed to enter again for all eternity.

This is undoubtedly the most severe punishment for someone who is determined to make a name for themselves in the world of bizarre cuisine.

"Teacher Bai Yuan."

"Brother Bai Yuan".

Having just returned to the central area and before he could even rest, Bai Yuan saw the Nakiri sisters and Hisako Shinto walking towards him.

"How's it going today? Lots of customers, huh?"

Looking at the three faces, and remembering their complaints a couple of days ago that he had sucked away all the customers and they couldn't use their full strength, Bai Yuan couldn't help but tease them.

"It's a lot, but my hands are about to break!"

As she spoke, she reached out her hands, her face showing a pitiful expression. Only when Bai Yuan reached out and took her hand did Alice Nakiri finally smile.

"Then I'll rub it for you."

Bai Yuan's voice was gentle, and as he spoke, he gently massaged Hisako Shinomiya's arm, causing Alice Nakiri to show an expression of enjoyment.

"I'm so sore too, Teacher Bai Yuan, could you massage it for me too!"

Hisako Shinto's heart stirred slightly upon seeing this scene, and she then took the initiative to extend her delicate hand, wanting Hakugen to massage it for her as well.

Bai Yuan naturally wouldn't refuse, and with a smile, he grabbed her hand and massaged it from top to bottom, which provided her with considerable relief.

"And me, not only are my hands sore, but my back is sore too. I probably won't feel better without a full-body massage when I get back."

Beside her, Erina Nakiri went a step further, reaching out her hand while making another request.

A simple foot massage is no longer enough for her; she needs a full-body massage to truly please her, and ideally, something more...

"Ugh, Erina, when did you become so indecent!"

Thinking of this, Erina Nakiri suddenly blushed a little, then lowered her head slightly, not daring to look at Bai Yuan's face, for fear that he would discover her flaw.

I don't know when it started, but under Bai Yuan's countless attacks, she has gone further and further down the wrong path, to the point that she says such things now.

"I will grant your every wish."

Looking at the shy Erina Nakiri, Bai Yuan gently patted her head and said something that deeply moved them.

After completing the field training, they will receive a vacation of about a week.

After this period of high-pressure training, it is essential to relax appropriately. As the saying goes, work and rest should be combined. Constantly exerting yourself can easily break your mental barrier, and it will be difficult to make up for it later.

"Ah."

Erina Nakiri simply gave a soft reply without saying anything more, clearly regretting her bold actions.

Spending so much time with Alice Nakiri has corrupted me.

If Alice Nakiri knew what Erina Nakiri was thinking, she would definitely be trembling with anger.

When did she ever corrupt her? It's just that this girl is naturally like that. She's got some skills on her own and goes even further than her in bed!

"To celebrate the successful completion of the field study, let's rent a seaside villa tonight and have a party. Everyone can relax together after playing and sleep until the afternoon."

Thinking of the girls' hard work during this period, Bai Yuan pondered for a moment and then made a suggestion.

There's nothing more fun than having a blast after work.

If there is, it's a week of non-stop crazy fun!

"A seaside villa?"

"I want to go! I want to go! Take me with you!"

Before Erina Nakiri and the others could respond, Yoshino Yuuki's voice came from not far away, along with Sakaki Ryoko and Tadokoro Megumi.

"Count me in too."

Ryoko Sakaki raised her hand and tossed her long red hair, her eyes revealing a gentle tenderness, accompanied by a faint fragrance of a young girl.

"I want to join too, Teacher Baiyuan."

Mito Ikumi had arrived at the scene at some point. Upon hearing the discussion, she immediately stepped forward, her eyes filled with longing for the seaside.

The beach equals swimwear.

She wanted Bai Yuan to see her swimsuit.

"Let's go to the seaside villa then, have a good time for a few days, and then go back to Totsuki to compete for a spot in the Elite Ten. It should be starting soon, the annual battle for those spots!"

The speaker was Alice Nakiri, who looked at Erina Nakiri as she spoke, awaiting her reply.

"That's right. After the on-site training, there will be a Moon Festival. After the Moon Festival, the battle for the Ten Elite positions will begin, and many people will come then."

In fact, the Moon Feast Festival is quite similar to our field study trip, the only difference being that the Moon Feast Festival is held at the school and allows for group collaboration.

Upon hearing Alice Nakiri's question, Erina Nakiri thought for a moment before answering.