Chapter 118: Serves You Right for Showing Off!

The vast competition venue was now filled with quite a number of spectators. Aside from the audience, each participating chef had their own separate seat. As contestants, they would also serve as judges, evaluating every dish presented.

Upon taking his place, Chen Feng noticed a gaze fixed intently on him. Even with his toes, he could guess who it was—it was Fang Yi. However, Chen Feng chose to completely ignore the stare, refusing to acknowledge Fang Yi at all.

“That guy!” Fang Yi’s face darkened with deep anger as he saw Chen Feng blatantly disregard him. Recalling the provocations backstage, he felt a rising fury. How dare some nobody act so brazenly in his presence, as if they could defile the ground he walked on?

“Master Fang, why waste your energy on this brat?” a chef approached him, lowering his voice. “This is a competition. The judging panel isn’t just Star Lord alone; there are many fans and other judges here. If this kid had any real skill, it would have shown by now.”

Fang Yi snorted coldly, then cast a disdainful look at Chen Feng. “I despise those who have no real skill but make a racket to gain attention. Hmph, they’re nothing but scum in our culinary world!”

Though his voice was low, many nearby heard it. The host, Chen Jing, furrowed her brows slightly but maintained her composure. Since this wasn’t live broadcast and there would be post-production, they could simply cut out this segment later.

Star Lord, sitting on the judging panel, also frowned quietly. Chen Feng, however, remained utterly indifferent. Meanwhile, Wu Lin chuckled softly beside him. “This world’s really like that—some people always cling to their old status, blind to the changing times. They think they’re great, but in truth, they’ve long been left behind.”

Chen Feng glanced at Wu Lin and shook his head slightly. With a casual tone, he said, “Why bother stooping to their level? Alright, the judging is about to begin!”

Fang Yi shot a fierce glare at Chen Feng, who remained calm and composed, wholly ignoring him. This made Fang Yi feel as if his punches were hitting cotton. Gritting his teeth lightly, he muttered, “We’ll see about that!”

As the program commenced, host Chen Jing quickly stirred up the atmosphere. One by one, chefs presented their dishes.

Each chef introduced their creation, highlighting its features before the judges tasted them.

However, there was a small flaw in the judging process.

Imagine—sixty-four chefs, each presenting a dish. At first, the dishes would seem fresh and exciting, but as the tasting went on, fatigue would set in, dulling the palate.

The first chef presented a braised fish dish, though the name was far from ordinary—it was called “Dragon Gate Koi.”

One had to admit that chefs who made it here were all quite skilled. Although Chen Feng could still detect several flaws in the braised fish, its flavor was far superior to that of an ordinary restaurant.

Several judges scored the dish and offered their comments.

The second chef followed.

At a high level of culinary skill, tastes tend to converge; innovation and novelty become key. But to achieve novelty without sacrificing flavor requires tremendous effort.

Most chefs dared not take such risks, unable to guarantee both innovation and taste.

After several chefs, the scores remained modest.

At this point, Fang Yi strolled over deliberately. When the serving cart arrived, he spoke without hurry, “Judges, the dish I present today is called ‘Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew.’ Please enjoy.”

With that, Fang Yi gently lifted the sealed lid.

A plume of fragrant steam rose.

Hearing the name, everyone was momentarily stunned. Sitting on the judging panel, Lin Suxin was caught off guard and instinctively said, “Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew… isn’t that the dish mentioned in The Legend of the Condor Heroes?”

“Indeed,” Fang Yi smiled. “My Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew features a pair of pigeons served together, resembling mandarin ducks. It’s sweet, aromatic, brightly colored, and fragrant. This dish is excellent for nourishing those with weak qi and blood.”

The judges exchanged glances, their anticipation growing. They wondered just how this stew would taste.

After several sips, expressions of delight appeared on their faces. One had to admit, Fang Yi’s old-fashioned arrogance was somewhat justified. News of his Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew spread quickly, and many chefs who tasted it were secretly shocked, their faces showing reluctant admiration. If there was no foul play, Fang Yi was undoubtedly a strong contender for the championship.

Chen Feng took a taste and a faint smile tugged at his lips. As a participant, he had the right to comment on the dishes. He had refrained earlier but couldn’t help but chuckle now that it was Fang Yi’s turn. This man had been taunting him repeatedly; if he didn’t respond, Fang Yi would never realize his place.

“Not bad!” Star Lord praised. “This Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew lives up to its name. The dish you made does not disgrace its reputation.”

The judges nodded in approval, and the chefs praised it as well. Just as the host was about to speak, Chen Feng took the microphone and said slowly, “Star Lord, you’re mistaken. This dish actually insults the name ‘Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew.’”

“What?” Fang Yi’s eyes locked onto Chen Feng’s face, his expression turning fierce. “Kid, do you know what you’re saying?”

“Of course I do!” Chen Feng looked at him with a hint of mockery. “First, the original ingredients are supposed to be: 50 grams of codonopsis root, 5 grams of processed aconite, one pair of male and female young pigeons, red carrot, white radish, asparagus lettuce, king oyster mushrooms, straw mushrooms, 50 grams of rice wine, 200 grams of rock sugar, salt, chicken essence, sesame oil, scallion segments, ginger slices, and clear broth. Am I right or not?”

Fang Yi’s pupils constricted slightly. Chen Feng had named the ingredients with absolute precision. Then Chen Feng continued, deliberate and unhurried: “But, Master Fang, you made the biggest mistake first—you used two female pigeons, not a male and a female pair. How can you call it ‘mandarin duck’ then?”

“What did you say? Are you trying to find faults here?” Fang Yi’s face shifted a few times, toughening his tone. “Can you even tell the gender by taste?”

Chen Feng spread his hands leisurely. “Not by taste, but by sight. Female young pigeons have tail gland tips that are not forked; the upper edge of the anus is short and covered by the lower edge. Males are the opposite—the upper edge covers the lower. If you look carefully, you should be able to tell.”

“That’s impossible!” Fang Yi was dumbfounded. He was a chef, not a biologist, yet this freak Chen Feng could even see that.

Chen Feng sneered coldly, then said slowly, “So, Master Fang, tell me, do two female pigeons deserve to be called mandarin ducks?”

Fang Yi instinctively stepped back. Chen Feng continued without haste, “Secondly, the pigeons should be suffocated to death, plucked clean, then the body cavity opened to remove the organs, keeping the blood. The blood has nourishing effects. Unfortunately, Master Fang, you didn’t suffocate the pigeons—you plucked them and gutted them while still alive. Your method reduced the nourishing qualities, so it’s a failure.”

Fang Yi was stunned. Could Chen Feng really tell how he killed the pigeons just by tasting?

Chen Feng went on calmly, “Of course, your method afterward was somewhat successful. You placed the pigeons, codonopsis, processed aconite, and rock sugar together in a pot with an appropriate amount of clear broth, then steamed it in a water bath. You shaped the carrot, white radish, and asparagus lettuce into uniform spheres. The king oyster mushrooms and straw mushrooms were also shaped into spheres and placed in the pot with rice wine, scallions, ginger, salt, and chicken essence, then steamed over high heat until cooked. But you only steamed it for half an hour instead of the full hour required. That’s another failure!”

As he spoke, Chen Feng began to smile, as if recounting something trivial. “And you forgot the most crucial step—at the end, you should drizzle a few drops of sesame oil. Without it, the flavor suffers. So, this is a failure compounded on failure!”

Everyone was dumbfounded. Many stared at Chen Feng for a long moment, then shifted their gaze to Star Lord. Chen Feng’s tone was so reminiscent of Stephen Chow’s in The God of Cookery that they wondered if he was possessed by the spirit of the culinary master himself.

Chen Feng ignored the astonished looks around him and calmly concluded, “Master Fang, please reconsider your approach. First, distinguish the pigeons’ genders; otherwise, people will mock your lack of knowledge. What you made was just pigeon soup, not Mandarin Duck Five Treasures Stew. You still have a long way to go—please don’t sully the culinary profession!”

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