Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Did you really make this pot of urine—no, this pot of soup?"

It took a deep breath, its face filled with disbelief.

Chapter 175 Napoleon: Let Me Show You What Britain Is Like

"I can't say that I did everything, but I did play an irreplaceable role."

Liu Zheng said modestly.

"Hmph, I think you're just used as food."

As expected of the head chef of the Bloody Restaurant, Napoleon saw through the truth at a glance.

"That's one way to put it. How does it taste?"

"Hmph, we'll have to try it to know."

Napoleon said.

"Then please have a taste."

Liu Zheng gestured for him to proceed.

"Salmon, bring me my soup spoon."

Napoleon shouted.

"Oh."

The calico cat dropped the vegetable leaves it was holding, grabbed a soup spoon, and trotted over.

"Wow, this soup smells so good! May I have some?"

It sniffed its little nose and asked.

"You'll have to ask him; this is his soup."

Napoleon took the spoon and said.

"Liu Zheng, may I have some of your soup?"

The calico cat looked at Liu Zheng expectantly.

"Uh, of course."

Seeing Napoleon's ambiguous smile, he had no choice but to speak.

"You're so kind. I'll get you some dried fish later."

The calico cat said happily.

Napoleon scooped a spoonful into the soup pot and put it in his mouth.

There was no clothing explosion, no glowing effects, and no dazzling special effects.

Napoleon simply smiled slightly, then put on a stern face.

"The cooking time was good, and the seasoning was also reasonable, but the soup color was too light and the base flavor was too weak, making it unsuitable for formal occasions."

It commented.

"I will pass on your comments to the chef of this soup, but she may have a different opinion."

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmph, my evaluation is the final evaluation. Who dares to have any objections?"

Napoleon said proudly.

"I can't say much about other things, but when it comes to making soup, that chef not only has opinions, but she has very strong opinions. In fact, this pot of soup is her challenge to you."

"War letter?"

Napoleon's eyes were sharp and filled with disdain.

"She doesn't deserve it with just this pot of soup."

"What if we add this soup pot?"

he asked.

"Ok?"

"That chef's name is Guokou Tangzi, and she's the boss of the Extreme Flavor Group. She asked me to challenge you to a soup-cooking competition, and the stake is half of this soup pot."

Liu Zheng said.

"Extreme Flavor Group, I've heard of them. They used to have a reputation in the Metropolitan Culinary World, but they were caught using prohibited seasonings at the Metropolitan Culinary Competition, disqualified, had their sign taken off, and then disappeared. So they're still around."

Napoleon recalled for a moment and said.

"The Metropolitan Food Competition?"

"That's right. It's a semi-official competition. Winners can get rewards such as priority purchasing rights for ingredients. The top three can also get purchasing rights for some controlled ingredients, and the champion can even get the opportunity to go to the border to purchase ingredients."

"However, the timing is not fixed. Sometimes it is held once a year, and sometimes it is not held for ten years. It seems that the last Metropolitan Culinary Competition was five years ago."

Napoleon said.

"Given the abundance of resources in the metropolis, is it really necessary to source ingredients from outside the border?"

He couldn't help but complain.

"There are always some ingredients that are not available in the metropolis. Scarcity makes things valuable, and no matter what their value is outside, these ingredients are more expensive than gold in the metropolis."

"Moreover, the environment in the metropolis is quite different from that outside. The same ingredient will grow differently in the metropolis than it does outside."

Napoleon explained.

"I didn't taste anything different."

"Nonsense, you've never eaten imported ingredients."

Napoleon gave him a disdainful look.

Liu Zheng remained silent, but inwardly he despised the white-feathered chicken.

He has never eaten food imported from outside the border, but he has eaten food from another world, and he eats it every day.

What's so great about a chicken that can only stay in the kitchen?

"How many championships has our Bloody Restaurant won?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You call yourself human? How could you ask such an idiotic question?"

Napoleon's gaze toward him grew even more contemptuous.

???

"Why would our Bloody Restaurant need to participate in a competition? Of course, we'd be there as judges."

Napoleon said matter-of-factly.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded perfunctorily.

Okay, you've managed to pull off that stunt.

"This Guokou Tangzi is probably trying to rebuild the reputation of the Extreme Flavor Group by defeating the Bloody Restaurant. They've got a good plan."

Napoleon sneered.

"Then are you going to compete?"

“Why not compete? The Extreme Flavor Group’s cooking skills are subpar, but this soup pot is indeed a valuable item; it’s a waste for them to keep it. However, I can’t leave, so let her come in to compete.”

Napoleon said.

As the head chef, as long as there is a legitimate reason, outsiders can still be allowed in.

Winning the soup pot competition and improving the restaurant's soup quality is a perfectly legitimate reason.

Of course, whether the soup from the pot can still be served after the competition is another matter entirely.

"No need. You each cook your own soup, and then I'll pass it on to the other person to taste. As for the competition results, Guokou Tangzi said she believes in your level and integrity as a top chef."

Liu Zheng said.

"Honest conduct, she certainly knows how to flatter me. But it's not entirely unacceptable."

Napoleon said.

It certainly won't cheat; it's just that if it loses to Guokou Tangzi in soup cooking, it's really not a big deal.

The culinary skills of Bloody Restaurant must be the best in the metropolis, but it doesn't have to be the best in every category.

Otherwise, Si Xue wouldn't have to do anything else every day except interview new head chefs.

As for Guokou Tangzi cheating, there's even less to worry about.

Napoleon couldn't leave the country, but that doesn't mean he couldn't influence the outside world.

They're just a lowly "Extreme Flavor Group" that had its signboard removed. They dare to cheat. Tomorrow, we'll make them a chef's recommended dish.

"Should I contact her to confirm the match time and details?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“Sure, but tell her I want the soup pot intact. If she wins, I can send her a flower basket.”

Napoleon said.

"What flower basket?"

"Congratulations to Napoleon, head chef of Bloody Restaurant, on the reopening of Extreme Flavor Group. I wish you a speedy return to your former glory and continued success."

"This one flower basket is more effective than her sending ten million to the city hall."

Napoleon stood tall and proud, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Awesome! Huh?"

A sudden inspiration struck him.

Since it's a competition and there are no judges, why not...

"Head Chef, may I invite Captain Dragonfly to be the referee?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Captain Dragonfly?"

Napoleon was stunned for a long time this time.

"I remember now, there seems to be such a guy, who goes around acting as a referee for others, but never shows up for official matches, like a lunatic."

"Yes, that's it. It can be a bit neurotic, but it's pretty fair as a referee. Last time I raced against the 'Death Delivery' mailman, it even declared me the winner."

He briefly described the competition with the mailman.

"I've given up on the idea of ​​transferring you here. You can run into something this rare even when you're just delivering food; who knows what kind of mess you'll make if you come to the kitchen."

Napoleon stared at him speechlessly.

"Ahem, it was an accident, all an accident. What do you think?"

"If that's the case, then it won't work. But if the referee is unfair, I won't accept the result either."

Napoleon said.

"no problem."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Captain Dragonfly is clearly bound by the rules and cannot make an unfair refereeing decision.

Even if it violates the rules, it can't be for something as trivial as a soup-cooking competition.

"Are you finished?"

Napoleon asked.

"And one more thing."