The Game of Life

Chapter 818 - 818 817 Another Bowl (4000)

?Chapter 818: Chapter 817: Another Bowl! (4000+) Chapter 818: Chapter 817: Another Bowl! (4000+) At 4:47 PM, just thirteen minutes before the competition ended.

All contestants had entered the final phase of their presentation, those who hadn’t managed their time well were now stopped, pondering over the issue of plating. Jiang Feng’s almond dew was ready, and the preserved egg and lean pork congee was at the stage of adding the last couple of drops of sesame oil, to be stewed a bit longer.

It is worth mentioning that this time, Jiang Feng used a medium-sized clay pot instead of the extra-large one that was a signature of the Jiang Family.

The onlookers outside were already salivating eagerly.

Had it not been seen with one’s own eyes, it would be hard to imagine the scene—something even Xu Cheng was witnessing for the first time.

Soaked in the broth, each shark fin stood out brilliantly translucent and tender, as if dyed with the golden hues of the broth. Floating on the shark fins were large, enticingly oily chunks of mock crab roe made from salted duck egg yolk, while underneath lay the broth-soaked dried tofu, carrots, winter bamboo shoots, and shiitake mushrooms. A full serving of the shark fin with crab roe lay on the culinary workstation gleaming like a bowl of glistening gold, so eye-catching that it required no further adornment.

The three sets of duck one took out of the pot looked unprepossessing, with a large basin of clear duck soup in which a plump duck lay back up, feet in the air, its belly tied in a knot—and the only accompaniment was a few of the freshest, tender hearts of baby bok choy, which appeared modest indeed. But just one cut to open the duck’s belly would reveal the treasures hidden within, transforming modesty into understated luxury.

Not to mention the beef tower towering to eight centimeters, the high-calorie feast of lobster cooked with butter, fish stock, cream, crab roe, and cheese, the freshly stir-fried and still steaming hot deep-fried double crunch, the crab meat lion’s head looking as ornate and fat as a blooming flower, the white-robed shrimp flesh boasting the reputation of the opening dish of a state banquet, the texturally skilled Wensi tofu, and the vibrant array of white-case pastries from Taste House chefs and Zheng Siyuan’s production.

Even what appeared to be the most perfunctory dishes from Taifeng Building, prioritizing quantity over quality, such as the lobster baked in superior soup and Wenchang chicken, were quite good.

The aroma of the dishes had already wafted into everyone’s noses and into their hearts as well.

Han Youxin had already begun to swallow salvia without dignity.

At 5 PM, the competition ended.

The dishes of all seven groups of contestants were displayed on their respective culinary workstations.

All contestants looked at each other in confusion because they realized a very serious problem.

It seemed that there were no judges.

It’s not that they didn’t respect Peng Changping, Xu Cheng, and Han Guishan—those three were respectively the financier, the leading chef, and the top food critic, and they certainly had the qualifications to be judges, but…

They didn’t act as if they came to judge. Instead, they looked like they came purely for a free meal.

The competition had ended, yet the three of them still stood at a distance, watching from afar, showing no signs of approaching.

Everyone felt bewildered, and whispers began to spread.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please quiet down for a moment.” Just as everyone was discussing and began to express slight dissatisfaction and annoyance, a staff member finally came forward to take charge.

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