Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

However, it is a very good signature dish for their halal cuisine, so Samulan often cooks it for them, and it is no exaggeration to say that she is very skilled at it!

In this situation, Samulan has a high probability of winning.

As for whether the other party is also good at oxtail dishes?

It's not impossible, but the probability is extremely low. After all, while there are many oxtail-related dishes in French cuisine, mastering them requires a lot of practice.

A person's time is limited, and it's impossible to have both. It's too difficult to find two contestants who are good at oxtail cooking in one competition.

"I haven't made oxtail in a long time."

Leah's expression didn't change much as she watched the theme appear on the big screen.

She heard the voices from the monastery, but she didn't think much of it. It was just that the opponent was stronger, but that didn't mean she couldn't defeat them.

As a prospective three-star chef.

When she is highly focused, the probability of her creating a top-tier three-star dish is 30%, and at this moment she is in an exceptionally good state.

"Now, please go to the ingredient storage area next door to select your ingredients. The ingredients used in this competition can only be selected from the ingredient storage area, so please plan accordingly."

Just as the two were considering what dish to make, the host's voice rang out, reminding them that they had not yet chosen any ingredients.

Without further hesitation, the two headed straight for the food preparation room.

No matter how much you think about it, it's all for nothing if the corresponding ingredients aren't in the ingredient database. It's better to go and check it out now before deciding what dish to make.

Staff members were also present to help them, so they wouldn't have trouble finding the ingredients they needed.

Chapter 415 Innovation vs. Conservatism: Initiative vs. Passivity

"I'm going to use the bathroom."

Watching the two leave the cooking station and head to the ingredient room to find food, Bai Yuan got up from the rest area. He had drunk too much soy milk in the morning and now he felt a bit of a need to urinate.

"Want me to go with you?"

Seeing Bai Yuan stand up, Alice Nakiri's eyes flickered slightly. Her voice rang in his ear, and she stood up as well, but he pressed her down with his hand.

"Why are you following me into the men's restroom? Just stay here and watch the game. Our opponent is not a weakling that can be easily defeated. It's best not to underestimate them."

Looking at Alice Nakiri's nonchalant expression, Bai Yuan couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Two more matches are her competition. According to yesterday's survey, both of her and Erina Nakiri's opponents are top-tier chefs. When they team up, they can create a top-tier two-star dish.

"Okay, I understand, I'll read it carefully!"

Alice Nakiri puffed out her cheeks slightly after hearing his words, clearly dissatisfied with his lecture, but her expression also became much more serious, because what he said made sense.

Besides, she's not a man, so it's impossible for her to go to the men's restroom with Bai Yuan. Waiting outside would be a bit strange, so she should just focus on watching the game.

Watching Bai Yuan's departing figure, Nakiri Alice turned her gaze towards the stands.

The two players in the match hadn't returned yet, and the audience was busy with their own things. The players in the opposite preparation area were chattering away, clearly having a lot of confidence in Samulan.

And what about Bai Yuan?

After leaving the contestant entrance, he headed towards the crowd, not because he was on any special mission, but simply because he didn't know where the restrooms were.

"Hey bro, can you tell me where the restroom is?"

He casually put his arm around a man's shoulder and asked him for directions to the restroom.

"Turn left after you go out."

The other person trembled slightly when he suddenly struck up a conversation with them, clearly startled. Then, they realized what was happening and pointed to the left exit with an annoyed expression.

"Thank you."

Bai Yuan was also helpless about the man's displeasure, but there was no way to explain the situation. So he waved his hand, thanked him, and went in the direction the man pointed.

"Mr. Bai Yuan?"

After Bai Yuan left, a voice that was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar rang in his ears.

Turning his head with a hint of doubt, he was surprised to find that the person who came was Lance John, the old man he had met in Denmark, whom he hadn't seen for more than a year.

"It really is you. I thought I just saw a similar-looking person."

Seeing Bai Yuan turn around and look at his handsome face, Lancy Jon laughed heartily and then strode over to him.

"I never expected to run into you here. It must have been several years since we last met. Are you here as a judge?"

If there's one thing that makes people happiest, it's undoubtedly meeting an old friend in a foreign land. At this moment, meeting Lancy Jon in a completely unfamiliar environment, Bai Yuan's face was full of smiles, and he generously put his arm around her.

"That's right, I'm one of the judges this time. Are you also a contestant? Which college are you currently studying at?"

Although Lanxi Jon felt uncomfortable with Bai Yuan's arm around his shoulder, he did not resist, after all, in his mind, the other party was someone of the same level as him.

However, he was still very curious about Bai Yuan's sudden appearance here, since this was the school exchange competition, which non-school students could not participate in.

"Me? I'm not a contestant."

Upon hearing Lancy Jon's question, Bai Yuan waved his hand, denying his guess.

"That's the audience, right? Or maybe you're a judge like me, since you meet the judge's criteria in every way except for your lack of experience."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words, Lancy Jon continued to guess, a hint of excitement on his face.

It's rare to run into someone I know here.

"No, actually I'm the teacher in charge of the team."

Seeing that Lancy Jon had guessed wrong one after another, Bai Yuan didn't hide anything and directly revealed his background: he was the team leader for this round of the competition.

"The supervising teacher? True, with your abilities, it's not appropriate for you to be a student, but you rejected me and went to a regular school to be a teacher..."

Lancy Jon didn't say anything more, but his meaning was clear: he felt sorry for Bai Yuan, extremely sorry for him.

Given Bai Yuan's current strength, he could easily become the president of the Eastern European Cuisine Association, so why would he condescend to be a teacher at an unknown academy...?

"I like my current job. Besides, demonstrating value doesn't necessarily require a high position. Seeing students succeed is also a way."

Bai Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of determination. Clearly, he loved his job and found great satisfaction in teaching students.

“What you said makes sense. Watching your disciples grow up can be very satisfying, and it can be considered a way of life.”

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's account, Lancy Jon paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He had also taught many students and knew the joy of nurturing them to success.

"Right? This feeling is incredibly satisfying!"

Because he was already invincible, he had time to teach his disciples. Seeing his disciples improve little by little every day brought him a great sense of satisfaction.

"In that case, I won't say anything more. As long as you're happy."

This statement was not sarcastic at all; Lancy Jon genuinely felt it was true.

After all, there's not much left for high-level chefs to pursue; finding inner peace is enough.

Settling down and accumulating experience can actually make them stronger.

“I think so too. This isn’t the place to chat. I’ll treat you to dinner after the match, and let those kids take care of it.”

Bai Yuan's voice was light and cheerful. Since he had told the other party that he had become a teacher, inviting him to dinner now was somewhat of a way of showing off his students' cooking skills.

"Sure, let's grab a drink tonight, you two."

Upon hearing Bai Yuan's words and understanding his thoughts, Lancy Jon did not refuse. He was also very curious about the strength of the disciple Bai Yuan had trained.

He was particularly impressed by one of the white-haired girls; her skill level was probably around the Special Grade level. For such a young Special Grade chef, her talent was limitless!

Wait a minute, Bai Yuan is here now, could it be for his little disciple? It's not impossible, after all, he dotes on that little disciple.

After more than a year of development, that little guy should have reached the level of a top-tier one-star fighter. He would be considered a formidable opponent anywhere.

Why am I suddenly feeling a bit excited...?

"Okay, I'm going to the restroom and then I'll go back."

"Let's go together, I'm here to use the restroom too."

"..."

When I returned from the restroom, the battle between Lia and Samulan had already begun. Both of them chose the middle section of the bull's tail, their expressions extremely serious.

"Did Leah choose preserved plums? Oxtail is rich in collagen and fat. Although it becomes tender after long stewing, it can feel greasy if you eat too much."

The sweet and sour taste of preserved plums effectively neutralizes this greasiness while stimulating the taste buds.

Looking at the jar of preserved plums that Lia had placed on the table, Bai Yuan's face showed an expression of appreciation. It seemed that she still remembered what he had taught her a few months ago.

"Pickled plums are made from preserved plums and have a unique fruity aroma and a complex sweet and sour taste."

This sourness is different from the simple sourness of vinegar; it permeates the oxtail and broth, making the dish's flavor more complex.

Erina Nakiri, standing nearby, watched as Lia's eyes filled with curiosity, and she couldn't help but imagine the deliciousness of this plum-flavored oxtail.

"Fructose is a natural meat tenderizer. It can help break down the connective tissue and fibers in oxtail muscle, thereby shortening the stewing time and making the oxtail tender, fall-off-the-bone, and melt-in-your-mouth texture."

Remembering what Bai Yuan had said when he taught her how to cook with oxtail, Alice Nakiri repeated: using fruit to cook dishes is Bai Yuan's style.

"As for the other side..."

While Bai Yuan and the others focused their attention on Liya, Tadokoro Megumi kept her eyes on Samulan, observing the cooking she was preparing.

Pressing the oxtail's joints with my fingers, I neatly split it in two, then soaked it in cold water to draw out all the blood.

Add sesame oil to the pot, then add ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, and finally scallions and stir-fry until fragrant. Add sweet bean sauce to thicken the soup.

The aroma also wafted out during this process, attracting the attention of many viewers.

"A good standard for making braised oxtail."

Watching Samulan's movements, Tadokoro Megumi couldn't help but sigh, saying that this method of making braised oxtail was textbook-level.

"Indeed, although there wasn't much innovation, every step was completed very solidly."

Upon hearing Tadokoro Megumi's words, Shiroyuki also noticed Samulan's cooking. Just as she said, it was textbook-perfect braised oxtail.

Don't think that following the recipe will make braised oxtail taste bad. A dish that has been recorded in textbooks and passed down for thousands of years has something that ordinary dishes cannot match.

In other words, without much creativity, no matter what dish you make, it won't taste as good as the most classic dish in a cookbook.

This is a moderately good dish.

"If Leah cooks well, she shouldn't lose the match, but conversely, if she makes even the slightest mistake, she could be defeated."

Bai Yuan spoke in a deep voice.