Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

The chefs all looked serious after learning about Bai Yuan's challenge. He had defeated 100 five-star chefs to stand on this stage. Since he dared to take on 10, it proved that he had absolute confidence in his culinary skills and efficiency. He was extremely arrogant!

Unfortunately, he has every right to be arrogant.

"I'll challenge you to a duel with curry!"

"I'll use mutton!"

"I'll have the abalone here."

One after another, voices filled with demands rang out, and the members of the Dark Cuisine World who had been standing quietly nearby immediately returned to their base upon hearing their requests.

When they came out again, there were many more ingredients in front of them.

"Are these the only topics you're looking for? Let's begin."

Bai Yuan glanced at the list that had been delivered, his expression indifferent, and then returned the list to Liya.

"it is good."

Seeing Bai Yuan's nonchalant demeanor, alarm bells immediately went off in everyone's hearts.

"Ten pots of silver chopsticks returned!"

As the competition began, Bai Yuan unceremoniously unleashed his ultimate technique from the world of dark cuisine.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a flash before their eyes, and then countless ingredients were processed into the most suitable size, and then oil was heated in a wok and the ingredients were put into the wok.

To make cooking easier, Bai Yuan chose stir-frying for all ten ingredient categories. His fingers flew across the table, and the dozen or so silver chopsticks in his hands seemed to become long arms.

It took less than twenty minutes.

All the dishes were then served and presented to their opponents by the girls, led by Leah.

This is also the core of the Dragon Chef Competition.

Use your own cooking to defeat your opponents and thus establish your position.

"I lost. Even if I practice for another ten years, I could never surpass this dish."

Picking up a braised prawn with chopsticks and taking a bite, the prawn shell is oily and crispy, while the prawn meat is firm and springy. The flavor is a blend of salty and sweet, with a rich and mellow sauce aroma, accompanied by a strong, caramelized scallion oil fragrance.

"No wonder you can defeat so many five-star chefs. No wonder you can start this kind of challenge. Apart from those reclusive old guys, no one can be your match."

As the saying goes, a true expert's skill is immediately apparent. Bai Yuan's simple demonstration of his abilities completely dispelled their desire to continue the challenge.

"I concede defeat; there was really no need to compete."

Putting down the half-finished dish, looking at the braised lamb with scallions in front of her, savoring the lingering taste on her tongue, the woman said with a bitter expression.

She came here hoping to make a name for herself, but now someone else has become the one to achieve that fame...

A few days later.

Challengers continue to flock to the scene.

However, they all had one thing in common: after tasting Baiyuan's cuisine, they voluntarily gave up the competition and left without a word of complaint.

Until the last two days.

Bai Yuan finally changed his previous style, no longer using silver chopsticks and ten pots, but instead cooking by hand, and the competition time was extended from twenty minutes to two hours.

"I concede defeat. Truly, heroes emerge from among the young. I never imagined that I, at my age, would witness the birth of a true dragon."

An elderly man, nearly eighty years old, patted Bai Yuan on the shoulder, his voice filled with emotion.

"If anyone tells me there's a nine-star chef in his early twenties before we actually meet, I'll definitely slap them awake."

Now that I've seen it, I feel like I'm the one who should be woken up. It's unbelievable.

Another man, who was smoking a pipe, spoke up, his gaze towards Bai Yuan filled with complex emotions.

"No need for further words, we acknowledge your identity as Chef Dragon. However, none of the old monsters on the last day are easy to deal with. We hope you are prepared."

At this moment, there are only five chefs left in the competition, including Bai Yuan. These are the only eight-star chefs left in the world.

Upon hearing that someone had proven the Daoist mastery of the Dragon Chef, everyone rushed over.

"Actually, there's no need for the last day. I know that all three nine-star chefs are here, and given their age, it might be difficult for them to compete again."

Therefore, I dare to offer these two dishes, hoping for your approval, so that I may prove myself as a master chef in the world of culinary disasters!

Upon hearing the old man's advice, Bai Yuan smiled. He then looked at the audience and the three old men sitting side by side, and said loudly.

"Alright, I'd like to see what kind of dish you're going to make that will earn our approval."

The three old men were also surprised to hear him say that.

The oldest of them, a nine-star chef, had very few teeth left, making it difficult for him to wield a spatula. Therefore, this stage was more of a test.

"Actually, there's nothing special about it."

I've prepared stir-fried vegetables and steamed fish; these are the two dishes I plan to use to gain approval!

Without further hesitation, Bai Yuan quickly began preparing the ingredients.

At this moment, every movement he made seemed to become art, proceeding at a speed that appeared slow under the watchful eyes of the drones and the audience.

The vegetables make a crisp sound when they hit the pan; they must be cooked through in a very short time while maintaining their vibrant color and crisp texture.

If it's a second too long, it will become mushy; if it's a second too short, it will become raw.

Seasoned only with salt and minced garlic, this dish is the ultimate test of a chef's basic skills, as it lacks any complicated sauces or expensive ingredients to "cover up its flaws."

Next comes steamed fish, the steaming time of which must be measured in seconds. The fish is at its peak tenderness when it is just cooked through, with a slight pinkish tinge still around the bones. Overcooked, it becomes tough; undercooked, it becomes raw.

Removing the fishy smell, cutting the meat, and adding scallions and ginger—Bai Yuan controlled every detail perfectly, and his perception of time was exceptionally clear.

The moment the pot lid was lifted.

A dazzling golden light pierced through the clouds, and a large swirling light lingered around the steamed fish. Bai Yuan simply exhaled softly, his eyes flashing with an unusual light.

"Good lad, you can actually make dishes of this caliber!"

"Nine-star cuisine? I could make it easily when I was young, it's just a pity I'm old now."

"Let's try it anyway."

As they were talking, one of them picked up a stir-fried vegetable. The first thing they tasted was the fresh, plant-like aroma, like the smell of walking into a vegetable garden on a clear morning after the rain.

But the most captivating aspect is the texture. When you bite into it, you can clearly feel the slight "crunch" as the vegetable fibers break, resulting in a crisp, juicy, and tender texture. This crispness isn't raw or unripe; rather, it's a delightful, perfectly cooked sensation, coated with a thin layer of oil!

The light saltiness perfectly complements the subtle sweetness of the vegetables. A layer of mild, caramelized garlic aroma enhances the flavor; it's not spicy, but rather like a warm veil enveloping the fresh vegetables.

"It's impeccable in every aspect, an absolutely perfect dish. This is a stir-fried vegetable dish that I could never make!"

The old man fell in love with it after just one bite, and secretly made and ate it countless times.

But at this moment, he just can't stop!

"The freshness and sweetness of the fish, the richness of the sauce, and the spiciness of the seasonings combine to create this steamed fish dish, which is truly delicious!"

The other two foreign nine-star chefs were clearly more interested in the fish, and both chose to taste it, their eyes lighting up afterwards.

"We throw in the towel."

Without any hesitation, the three nine-star chefs, who had already lost their ability to fight, spoke up, saying that their strength had indeed surpassed his in every aspect.

"I really don't know where this freak came from. He's only this young and he's already reached this level. It makes me feel like I've wasted half my life."

"A chef of this age, is he the first in history?"

With the three nine-star chefs admitting defeat, the competition came to a perfect end, and Bai Yuan finally obtained the identity of Dragon Chef.

"Chef Dragon!"

"Bai Yuan!"

"Chef Dragon!"

"Bai Yuan!"

Closing his eyes, Bai Yuan quietly savored this hard-won joy. A slight smile appeared on his lips. He was in a good mood; he had finally reached this point.

He is now the world's best cook!

However, because the time was too short, he still feels a little unreal.

but.

No matter what.

He gained everyone's approval.

from now on.

He is the only dragon chef in the world!

(End of the book)

Chapter 449 Transmigrating Through Food Wars, Becoming Alice Nakiri's Master: Author's Closing Remarks

I'm only posting this now, but there's really not much to say.

This book carries the weight of my youth for one year, one month, and four days; it's practically my child.

The initial sales figures were phenomenal, even leading me to believe it might reach 10,000 subscriptions. However, some controversies arose in the middle of the story, and despite timely revisions, it was still difficult to avoid reading further.

Later, the author faced graduation season, and was overwhelmed with various things, including his graduation project. His update speed dropped significantly, which was another blow to his grades.

However, to sum it up, the author's handling of the plot was mediocre and did not particularly satisfy the audience.

But no matter what, at least it's successfully completed. On Hedgehog Cat, a platform with a low completion rate, I've completed four books in a row, fulfilling my promise from back then that no matter how well or poorly they turned out, I would at least give them an ending.

I estimate that this book will reach the level of a high-quality work. I have a more complete outline for the next book, and with plenty of free time, I hope to raise my potential even higher.

Reflection, insights, and enlightenment from the new book.

This time I will take back everything I've lost!

The following is a brief introduction to the new book.

Fang Ye, who was terminally ill and died alone in the hospital emergency room, transmigrated and opened his eyes to find himself in a world that was both familiar and strange.

The father's cheers, the mother's care, and the loud cries that echoed in the ward all came back to him. When he came to his senses, he finally realized that something was wrong.

Why is everyone here speaking Japanese?

And that old man standing over there, why does he look so much like a character from a Japanese anime he watched in his past life? Senzaemon Nakiri? And who's that child born over there? Blonde hair? Erina Nakiri?