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

Chapter 157 Gao Yang's True Intentions

Kong Xiangyun looked at the ramen made by Fujiwara Taro.

The soup is milky white, almost like a paste, with a glossy sheen on the surface, and three thick slices of char siu are placed on top.

The char siu was grilled over charcoal, giving it a slightly brownish surface. A faint aroma of charcoal fumes wafted from it, mixed with the intense and powerful fragrance of bone broth, making one's mouth water.

"Lin Ran, what should we do? This looks so delicious, I want to try it too."

Wang Biao nudged Lin Ran with his elbow.

Lin Ran hissed and raised her hand, glaring back at him with unfriendly eyes.

"If you say another word, I'll slap you."

However, she also understood that the ramen made by Fujiwara Taro was too impactful, especially the three pieces of char siu, which made people unable to resist stuffing them into their mouths with the first bite.

Gao Yang might really lose this round.

Kong Xiangyun picked up his chopsticks and spoon, stirred the ramen slowly a couple of times, took a sip of the broth, and then put a mouthful of ramen into his mouth.

In an instant, the piping hot broth entered my throat, and the domineering and intense aroma of pork bones filled my mouth.

The aroma of the oil is strong, with the unique charred fragrance of charcoal-grilled sashimi. As it slides down the throat and into the stomach, a warm and rich sensation instantly sweeps through the whole body.

He slowly swallowed the ramen in his mouth and nodded approvingly.

"It's good. The soup is rich and flavorful, the noodles are chewy, all the side dishes are well-prepared, and even the soft-boiled egg is tender and delicious."

"Every step is handled perfectly, and all the flavors blend together perfectly, making it a rare delicacy. You can say that your ramen has reached the pinnacle of Japanese-style ramen."

He put down his chopsticks and nodded seriously.

In an instant, all the notebooks cheered.

"Look, look, this is the real strength of our Japanese-style ramen. What is yours? It's just a bowl of dishwater."

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"Exactly, when it comes to Japanese-style ramen, it has to be our great Japanese empire. No one else can learn it at all."

"I think you should just surrender now and think about how to help us spread the word. That way, we can save ourselves some trouble."

In an instant, a barrage of laughter swept over everyone, making everyone's hearts tighten.

That's it, we're doomed. They're too strong, we can't beat them at all.

Nangong Hong clenched her fists tightly, frowned, and then relaxed them.

"Sis, something feels off to me."

Nangong Lian also noticed something was wrong, and quietly moved closer to Nangong Hong, pointing to the bowl of ramen.

The bowl of pork bone ramen was too thick; after it cooled slightly, faint white spots could be seen clinging to it, and Kong Xiangyun did not take a second bite.

"It is a bit strange."

"I think it's because the broth contains a lot of lard, which will solidify once it cools down. You see, there are already signs of that now."

Nangong Hong nodded and looked at Gao Yang.

At this moment, Gao Yang's actions were also nearing their end. While everyone was celebrating, he seemed not to hear anything and went about his own business.

Gao Yang simmered the kelp over a low flame. Once the kelp sank into the water, he immediately turned off the heat and added bonito flakes.

In his eyes, making Japanese-style ramen is not as difficult as imagined. All the movements are predictable, and he only adds some Japanese flavors to the key steps.

He slowly opened the lid and scooped out a spoonful of soup.

The soup base was slightly yellow, crystal clear, and without a trace of oil. It was completely different from the one made by Fujiwara Taro.

"It's done."

A smile appeared on Gao Yang's face.

He deliberately simmered the broth over low heat, then filtered it twice with minced lean and fatty meat to remove the surface oil, achieving such a clear consistency.

"In that case, let's prepare to wrap things up."

He looked at the small notebook not far away.

These little fans had already started celebrating, walking up to Fujiwara Taro one by one and giving him a high-five.

"Fujiwara-kun, judging from this, your ramen has improved again recently. You truly live up to the reputation of a branch family of the Fujita clan."

Fujita Daishu patted Fujiwara Taro on the shoulder, looking smug.

"Fujiwara-kun, today's match has shown us your strength. In that case, let's open a ramen shop in Yicheng named after you."

Fujita Taiga also came over, his face full of satisfaction.

After a barrage of flattery, Fujiwara Taro's arrogance grew even stronger, his eyes brimming with an air of self-assurance.

"Thanks to Mr. Fujita's kindness, I will definitely promote the ramen of my great Japanese empire. I will make everyone realize that my skills are something that no one else can imitate."

In his eyes, Gao Yang's bland soup base wasn't even worthy of being served.

The Japanese staff completely relaxed, paying no attention to Gao Yang who was still finishing up. They even started to imagine the scene of monopolizing the Yicheng ramen market after the new store opened. Cheers rose and fell, and they were extremely arrogant.

The scene was so depressing for Lin Ran and the others that many of them looked dejected, and even the experienced masters sighed inwardly.

Fujiwara Taro's ramen is perfect in every way; it's rich, flavorful, and looks amazing. You can tell it's delicious without even tasting it.

Lin Ran gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her palms sweating with anxiety.

Wang Biao also suppressed his usual temper, tense up, and filled with anxiety.

"Oh, you guys are still waiting? Aren't you going to admit defeat?"

Fujita Daishu looked at everyone, hands on his hips, his face full of mockery.

"I told you your cooking skills are terrible, yet you dare to compare them with ours. Of course, if you kneel down and kowtow to us to apologize right now, I might consider letting you off the hook."

Upon hearing this, even Kong Xiangyun frowned almost imperceptibly.

Lin Zheng, standing to the side, sneered inwardly.

Lin Zhengtai understood Gao Yang's thoughts. At this moment, Gao Yang was polishing the final step, waiting to amaze everyone when the work was presented.

However, their silence was taken as an admission of defeat by Fujita Daishu.

He became increasingly brazen, taking two steps forward and looking down at everyone present, his mocking smile almost reaching his ears.

"What, you've run out of things to say?"

"Weren't you all so arrogant before? Why are you all speechless now?"

Fujiwara Taro stopped pretending and stepped forward in front of his own family, trying to make his presence known.

"Chinese culinary skills are ultimately just for show. Ramen is merely a branch of Japanese cuisine. How could you people possibly understand my Japanese-style cooking?"

"It's just asking for trouble."

Fujita Taiga, leaning on his cane, looked arrogant. In his view, the outcome was already decided, and all that remained was the final judgment.

Seeing how arrogant these people were, Lin Ran and the others were so angry that their hands trembled, but they were helpless.

There's no way around it, their ramen master is truly amazing.

Just then.

"I think you should shut your stinking mouth."

Gao Yang spoke indifferently, put down the ramen in his hand, pushed it in front of Kong Xiangyun, and didn't even spare Fujita Taiga a glance.

"My ramen is ready, please enjoy."