740 Condense the Chef’s Power (2/2)
The God Slaying Stick above had its symbols surging. Instantly, the stick became bigger and bigger…
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The misty moon had set as the crows cried.
Wang Tong's face was so mournful as the Broken Jade Knife in his hand moved ceaselessly. The cooking ingredients became aromatic under his hands.
An aquamarine bamboo shoot tower reflected its vague image in the blue soup.
The blue soup emitted cold air, as though it was a cold and misty pond at night. The reflected moonlight was broken but magnificent like smashed gold.
Not only that, but the blue soup actually had some gold light dots moving…
This was Wang Tong's specialty. Jade Bamboo Shoot Wang Tong was actually an outstanding and talented chef of the Tablet of Gluttony. His debut had even raised a storm that year. He could even have the chance to become a top-grade chef.
However, perhaps the Heavens was jealous of his talents.
Back then, Wang Tong was full of spirit. When he returned to his hometown, victorious and full of glory, he found that his family had been destroyed. His poor wife and daughter were killed…
From that day onward, Wang Tong changed dramatically. He had chased after the family that had killed his family everywhere. After one night, half of his hair turned white. He then came to the Valley of Gluttony and isolated himself.
Since he stayed in seclusion, his rank on the Tablet of Gluttony dropped continuously.
Of course, he still had his passion for cooking. However, his cooking was now full of sorrow…
After Bu Fang had finished the Overwhelming Sadness Noodles, he prepared to cook his next dish.
Meanwhile, the Overwhelming Sadness Noodles was carried away to compete against Ouyang Chenfeng's Heaven Burial Noodles.
Everybody was so curious and full of anticipation.
Bu Fang's Overwhelming Sadness Noodles looked so average that everybody thought that this fellow had run out of ideas.
Because the difficulty level of his noodles was low, it was different from Ouyang Chenfeng's Heaven Burial Noodles, which was too magnificent to behold.
Of course, they didn't plan to judge arrogantly since they didn't know if Bu Fang's noodles had another world hiding inside.
As his dish was carried away, Bu Fang didn't care about the noodles anymore. His mind was now focused on the aquamarine bamboo shoots. He was ready to cook the second dish.
Actually, Bu Fang had prepared for this dish. He lifted his head to check Wang Tong, who was filled with sadness.
Bu Fang gently exhaled.
To Ouyang Chenfeng's Heaven Burial Noodles, he decided to use poison to deal with poison, to make sorrow stream into the river. But if he used the same method against Wang Tong, Bu Fang would be terribly tortured.
Anyway, Wang Tong's sorrow was so thick it actually became his power. That kind of chef's power… was extremely hard to achieve!
Although one couldn't defeat the first-grade chefs with that kind of power, when they competed in their expertise, they were almost invincible. That was why a first-grade chef couldn't defeat such a chef.
And what Bu Fang wanted to do now was to break Wang Tong's power. Otherwise, he wouldn't have a chance.
To break Wang Tong's power, he needed to use a spear to break the shield. When the spear and shield clashed, he would have a chance to tear a hole!
Since Wang Tong's dish had a sorrowful theme, he would take another approach.
He needed something lively. The spring bamboo shoots had dense lively energy as they could grow continuously and remove the sorrow altogether!
Bu Fang's eyes sparkled.
The light in his eyes was so bright that Wang Tong, who was immersed in his sadness, couldn't help but lift his head to look with surprise.
The air around Wang Tong seemed to soak with sorrow as he turned to look at Bu Fang.
”My sorrow made me change drastically within one night, turning half of my hair white… It helped me condense my power. You… what do you have to break my power?” Wang Tong murmured, exhaling.
He didn't mind Bu Fang anymore.
He took a small china bowl to hold the melancholy morning dew from the jar to make soup…
Splash! Splash!
The beam from the soup seemed to become a silky thread that twirled, falling to the blue soup with the bamboo shoot tower. Instantly, the soup rippled, and dots of magnificent lights expanded.
”Moonset Crying Crow, completed,” remarked Wang Tong.
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On the judges' table, there were only four judges left.
However, after Wenren Shang saw Chu Changsheng leaving, he, the thick-skinned and alcohol-reeking man, dashed forward. He took the seat and became the fifth judge.
Each of them had a bowl of noodles in front of them.
The cool soup with blood-red noodles seemed to give people some sense of shock. However, the smell of the noodles made them squint.
Ouyang Chenfeng's Heaven Burial Noodles was the improved version of the Heaven Burial Noodles.
Wenren Shang knew that Ouyang Chenfeng's previous Heaven Burial Noodles used only thirty-six spirit birds. It was much less than the ninety-nine ones he used this time.
Apparently, for this Chef's Challenge, Ouyang Chenfeng had done his best. He had used all his effort to make it.
He wondered… how the noodles tasted.
Wenren Shang took his chopsticks and poked the table to adjust them. Then, he used his chopsticks to pick up the noodles.
Swish!
The blood-red noodles released hot steam.
The audience in the Gluttony Square held their breaths as they gazed at the projection in the air, which was now showing the image of the steaming hot noodles.
Shussh…
Wenren Shang opened his mouth, and the blood-red noodles immediately scuttled into his mouth.