Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

The following day, the third match was also held inside the venue, with only a sparse number of people in the audience.

The audience members were yawning and sitting listlessly in their chairs, fiddling with each other and chatting, looking utterly bored.

The match between Master Steven and Zou Li

Well... how should I put it? It looks like Lu Bu is beating a dog, there's no suspense at all, so naturally not many people are watching.

"Do you bet Steven could beat Zou Li with one hand?"

"What are you talking about? Steven could easily pin Zou Li to the ground and beat him up even with just one leg."

Their conversation reached Zou Li's ears word for word.

Zou Li stood in front of his control panel, glancing around at the few spectators, his heart surging with anger.

Why were the two games yesterday packed, but there were hardly any people at my game?

Why should Steven enjoy the title of master while I am despised by everyone?

Since that's the case, then enjoy the big gift I have for you later.

Originally, Zou Li was somewhat hesitant. He wanted to make money, but he never thought of killing anyone. At this moment, he wanted Steven to die on this field.

Zou Li looked at Steven and gave him a sinister smile.

Gao Yang frowned as he watched this scene.

On the high platform, the three judges sat down, looking at the two people below, and felt that today's event was extremely boring.

"Mr. Gu, is it still necessary to continue watching today?"

Xu Qinyun sat in the chair, her hand supporting her chin, strands of hair falling from her forehead as she blew on the wind intermittently.

In her opinion, there was no need to hold the competition. How could someone who was forcibly promoted compare to Steven?

Suddenly, she thought of something, turned to look at Liu Jianye, and gave him a mocking look.

"Boss Liu, do you want to protect Zou Li again today? I'm really curious what kind of dish he'll come up with to deal with Steven."

Liu Jianye seemed startled, his whole body trembled, and he avoided looking at Xu Qinyun, his body covered in cold sweat.

"Hehe, Editor-in-Chief Xu, what are you talking about? It's because Zou Li's skills are up to par, right? I'm always fair and impartial as a judge, and I would never cheat."

He himself didn't believe it when he said that.

But to save face, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue to cover up the lie.

Xu Qinyun glanced at his hypocritical face, smiled, and said nothing.

She focused her gaze on Steven below.

The theme of this competition was pork, which was a piece of cake for Steven.

He removed a large piece of pork rib and broke it into smaller pieces.

Steven moved swiftly, his knife-wielding technique like dancing. With each flick of his wrist, his bones were smooth and his flesh perfectly aligned, making him look incredibly pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, young man, aren't you going to start?"

Steven noticed out of the corner of his eye that Zou Li hadn't moved yet, and was still standing there watching him, so he gave him a slight reminder.

He had heard that Zou Li's reputation wasn't very good, but he still wanted to see how capable Zou Li was.

Zou Li slowly withdrew his sinister gaze, quickly concealing the murderous intent in his eyes, and put on a nonchalant expression.

He took a piece of pork from the refrigerator and began to carefully cut it into pieces.

Of course, cooking was out of the question; it was just a cover.

He could only see his hand stroking the edge of the cutting board, his mind constantly calculating the time.

The audience, seeing him like this, simply assumed he had given up on himself and didn't take it to heart.

Only Gao Yang, not far away, still had his brows tightly furrowed.

He always felt that this matter was not so simple. The cold laugh just now was definitely not fake. The malice revealed in Zou Li's eyes was the most genuine.

On the field, there are two completely different scenarios.

Steven focused intently, his blade dancing lightly as he slowly removed the fascia along the muscle fibers of the ribcage.

He prepared spices and red wine on the side, put the ribs and spice water into a sealed bag, and then put it into a rice cooker to cook at a low temperature.

Slow cooking at low temperatures locks in the pork's moisture to the maximum extent, while adding spiced water removes any fishy smell and enhances the aroma.

Just wait an hour, then take the pork chops out and fry them in oil.

But now, I need to make a red wine sauce.

Steven remained calm. He had already rehearsed the next steps countless times in his mind. As long as he followed the steps one by one, he could perfectly present the dish.

He walked to the stove, turned on the gas valve, and was preparing to make red wine sauce.

"Clatter".

With a soft click, the ignition needle flashed a cluster of flames, but the gas did not ignite as expected.

"Um?"

Steven frowned slightly, finding it strange.

He glanced down at it, but didn't think much of it, and gently turned the gas stove valve again.

This time, for some reason, a faint smell of gas suddenly filled the air, so fast that no one had time to react.

"wrong!"

Alarm bells rang in his mind, a feeling he had never experienced in his decades-long career as a chef.

Having dealt with open flames and gas for many years, his sense of danger far surpasses that of ordinary people. The air was filled with the smell of gas, which was definitely not the concentration that should be present in a normal gas leak from a stove.

There is definitely danger.

"run!"

Steven roared and unleashed all the strength he had accumulated so far.

next second.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion ripped through the silence of the arena, and towering flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, shot upwards.

The gas stove in front of Steven suddenly exploded, and ceramic and metal fragments scattered like bullets, piercing Steven's body.

Gao Yang's eyelids twitched; he finally understood what was going on with Zou Li's gaze.

He wasn't wrong; Zou Li was indeed plotting something nefarious, and he was about to do something big.

He now only regrets not rushing forward to expose Zou Li's conspiracy.

At that moment, Steven flew out like a tattered sack.

His pure white chef's uniform was stained black, and bright red blood flowed from Steven's body like a stream, unstoppable.

He lay on the ground, his brows furrowed in pain. He tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make a "hoho" sound, like a broken bellows.

Gao Yang's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly jumped over the audience seats, about to rush forward.

"Quickly, save them!"

he yelled.

The audience members around them then realized what was happening and rushed forward.

Some people tore their clothes into strips and desperately pressed them against their wounds to stop the bleeding.

Someone found two poles, tied the clothes to them, and made a makeshift stretcher.

"Quick, get him to the hospital!"

Everyone hurriedly lifted the stretcher and ran outside.

Just then, Gao Yang caught a glimpse of Zou Li out of the corner of his eye.

Zou Li was mingling in the crowd, trying to sneak out.

"He's suspicious! Stop him! Don't let him leave!"