653 Fancy That Eating Without Culture (1/2)
”Typo?”
Upon hearing this answer, the Food Immortal turned his gaze back to the plate and carefully observed the third character on the second line and finally found out that in an unusually complicated character structure, for some unknown reason, there was an extra horizontal line.
It was a bit exaggerated to say that it was for some unknown reason. With his Earth Immortal's eyesight, even the smallest detail would not escape his eyes. However, who would carefully look at the decorative poem when one was wholeheartedly tasting the food to see if there was any typo!
Nevertheless, it was not far-fetched to say that this poem, as part of the decoration, did have the effect of setting off the atmosphere of the whole dish. If there was an omission in the character, it would make the perfect dish unfortunate...
As the Food Immortal, he shouldn't have such an oversight, but Wang Lu's design was too clever because it aimed right at his weakness.
He couldn't help but recall the words that the Master who led him into the Dao said when he just entered the Dao of food eighteen thousand years ago.
”Although the Dao of food takes a different path, almost like an outer path, but if you wanted to be successful in this path, you have to learn many other paths, a comprehensive study of surrounding areas to master a subject… you are lively and full of spirit, but you hate reading and learning to read. In the future, I'm afraid you could eat, but have no culture.”
Two thousand years later, with his great achievements, he became an Earth Immortal, his Dao of food nearly brought him to immortality, and his Master's words had long been forgotten. At that time, to him, his Master, the old man, was just a Yuanying Stage cultivator and thus possessed vision far inferior to his own. What value could his Mater's insights and messages have? Culture? How much spirit stones does it worth? How much fat?
At this time, remembering those things, the Food Immortal could not help but remain silent.
Master, unexpectedly, a mere Yuanying Stage cultivator like you were actually able to see the future in more than ten thousand years. I… have been living most of my life as the Food Immortal, but unexpectedly, I lost due to culture!
”Fine, you're tough.”
The Food Immortal gritted his teeth and finally admitted his loss. At the same time, there was a loud cheer from the outside.
Because at this time, Aya had successfully won two hundred and fifty points, two points higher than that of the Food Immortal!
The same type of dish, Aya only took a moment to see the flaws. Moreover, it from that quiet look, it was not difficult to see. Wang Lu did not leak the question in advance. In fact, Wang Lu did not tell Aya that she would compete in the food tasting competition, right until before it begun!
But Aya was undoubtedly an outstanding food connoisseur. With her wicked intuition in the battlefield and the necessary knowledge as a foodie, her performance was only slightly inferior to that of the Food Immortal.
In an open and aboveboard first half of the competition, although she did not have the upper hand, she kept up with him very closely. And in the second half, where Wang Lu had begun to employ dirty tactics, Aya's advantage was obvious.
As an erudite person from the Western Continent, her educational level was such, that she was relatively on par with that of Wang Lu, the number one student. Moreover, she also had the meticulous characteristic of a woman. Thus, she was able to see at a glance the flaw in the poem on the dish, which was in sharp contrast with that of the Food Immortal.
”But, you could only apply this kind of meager skill once.”
The Food Immortal could be fooled once, but not twice. He just didn't like reading, but that didn't mean he was illiterate, so he could always look for the typo. What's more, in the food tasting, the decoration was only a part of it. As long as his basic skills were still solid, he would still be the winner of this competition.
His confidence returned until he shifted his attention to the next dish.
It was a similarly styled dish, with a delicate plate, printed with an equally delicate ancient poem. The Food Immortal wrinkled his eyebrows as he found out that he simply didn't know many of the characters!
”Damn, aren't you too cruel?”
That ancient poem was truly prehistoric, which could be traced back to the time of the Earth Immortal eighteen thousand years ago. Many characters were simply ancient characters, which had long been abandoned…
Nevertheless, it didn't matter whether he knew the characters or not, the competition didn't require him to pick out which character was wrong. It was enough for him to look for the typo in the poem.
However, at this moment, the Food Immortal's heart turned cold and then he immediately shouted, ”Wang Lu, you really are a cheap person!”
Wang Lu replied, still with a smile on his face, ”Senior, why do you say such a thing?”
The Food Immortal angrily spat out a grain of sand from his mouth. ”There is sand in this Mountain Grass!”
Wang Lu said, ”Oh, congratulations on finding the flaw, Senior. Do you want to confirm the answer then?”
Confirm the answer? The Food Immortal really wanted to punch him in the face!
If there was no such sand, of course, he could confirm that the only flaw was in the poem! Because the Mountain Grass itself was perfect, the sauce was fresh and simple, and the aftertaste was endless. The decoration of the plate was just right, and the only thing that might be problematic was the presence of typos in the poem.
But now with this grain of sand, he couldn't confirm it! Because there might be two, or even just one flaw!
A food tasting competition could actually play this kind of shrewd scheme, the Food Immortal simply professed in admiration! However, as a contestant, he was furious!
This was not a food tasting competition at all, but rather a vicious game of conspiracy and trickery!
”So, what is your answer?” Wang Lu asked slowly and then turned around to look at Aya...
Faced with the same type of question, Aya pondered for a moment and then gave out the answer, ”There's a typo on the third line of the ancient poem.”
The Food Immortal gritted his teeth: She was just a Western Continent person, how could her attainment of ancient Nine Regions characters be deeper than him?