Tatsumaki and Fubuki secretly resented the "king" for hiding his cooking skills.
The violent chef saw from the corner of his eye that his master Fubuki was "dumbfounded" by his cooking skills, and he felt proud immediately. The flowers in his hands flew up beautifully, causing cheers from the crowd outside the venue.
"It's just a showy thing."
Tatsumaki and Fubuki spat together, and at some point a dish was finished in front of their table.
"Hey, Fubuki-sama finished it so quickly? Is this... braised pork ribs?"
The violent chef took the time to take a look at Fubuki's dining table. Looking at the brightly colored dish, he was stunned. How good is his cooking skills... He, the master, knows best. He is a master who can't even fry an egg. Why? Will you be able to make braised pork ribs so quickly
And why is there no heat in the braised pork ribs? Moreover, this dish looks familiar. Why does it look so much like the braised pork ribs I made for Fubuki-sama this morning
He was confused.
Time passed little by little, and the designated time was reached unknowingly.
"Okay, when the time is up, everyone should stop immediately, otherwise it will be regarded as cheating and will be eliminated according to the regulations."
The host took seconds to announce that the time for the first round was up.
All the cooks stopped.
"Okay, everyone abides by our rules, so let's invite some of our guests to taste and comment on everyone's specialties."
The Master of Cooking competition invited several guests, including seniors in the culinary field and famous folk gourmets. They may not be very good at cooking, but their tongues are very tricky and they are used to eating abalone and other delicacies, so they are very picky about food. Having them as guest reviewers is absolutely convincing.
The audience applauded generously, and several guests tasted and commented one by one in order.
"Well, it tastes good. You can make the braised pork fat but not greasy, and it melts in your mouth. Your cooking skills have already improved."
"This Kowloon dish is very good in appearance. It uses lobster as the base and special dipping sauce. When you take a bite, the delicious gravy spreads in your mouth, leaving you with an endless aftertaste."
"Tsk, tsk, you are so bold. You made a volcanic bamboo shoot in the Master of Cooking competition. It is unique. Well, the taste is indescribable. It has the freshness of the bamboo forest and the deliciousness of the morning dew. I applaud your craftsmanship."
Several guests ate and commented together, and soon arrived at the dragon roll table. They looked at the dragon roll dishes and looked at each other with strange expressions.
"What's wrong? Are you shocked? Really, I was just trying out my skills, and you were shocked. If that's the case, let me be the champion quickly, and there's no need to waste time competing with others."
Tatsumaki's voice has been slightly adjusted to make it extremely neutral, making it impossible to distinguish between male and female. However, the tsundere's tone has remained unchanged. If you are an acquaintance, you will be able to think of her.
"Um... Well, this contestant, your dish did shock us a bit, but what's more shocking to us is... you actually cheated."
Several guests looked at each other and smiled. This player seemed to have some problems with his IQ.
"Wha... what cheating? Don't talk nonsense." Tatsumaki panicked. How did these bastards find out? Damn it, that guy from the king is right across the street. If the king finds out that I cheated, he will definitely laugh at me for the rest of my life. I don’t want to be laughed at by the stinky king for the rest of my life!
The guests looked at the panicked Tatsumaki in amusement, "Contestant, we are not talking nonsense. Do you know what the ingredients of your dish are?"
"White Truffle, what's the problem?" Tatsumaki was still in a confused state and didn't find the problem.
"White truffle? Ha, this contestant, your family must be very rich. This ingredient is extremely expensive. The price of a white truffle is in the tens of thousands. If it is provided by our Master of Chef Competition, it will probably make the sponsors bleed a lot."
Several guests laughed.
"You don't provide white truffles here?" Tatsumaki was confused. She didn't ask what ingredients were provided in the Master of Cooking Competition before she came. Moreover, in her opinion, white truffles are just a common thing. They are available in the Hero Association cafeteria every day. Provided, in view of her appalling cooking skills, she specially packed a few dishes from the association canteen for the competition. Are you telling me that white truffles are not provided in the competition
Her expression changed a few times and she retorted: "Can't I bring my own ingredients?"
"This contestant, I'm very sorry. According to the rules of the competition, you are not allowed to bring your own ingredients. You have violated the rules of the competition, so I declare... you have been eliminated."
The host came out at the right time to "justice" and ruled the tornado out.
"I… "
Tatsumaki was so angry that she almost went crazy. She didn't even dare to look at "king" because she knew that "king" must be secretly laughing at her.
"Hey~"
The audience outside the venue was even more booing. It was not a big deal to watch the excitement. They watched the show with relish, but they didn't know that their booing made Tatsumaki tremble with anger and almost sent a tornado to blow them away.
"Gee, sister, not only have you not grown up physically, you have also lost your brain. Fortunately, I am smart and have already researched the various ingredients for the Master of Chef Competition."
Fubuki stared at the tornado gloatingly, secretly proud of his wit.
The violent chef didn't react at all. After all, there are always a few cheating chefs in every competition. He has participated in so many competitions and has long been accustomed to it.
Unexpectedly, his indifferent expression made Fubuki secretly curse: Idiot, stop looking at me, I am not my sister. Look over there, the idiot who caused the embarrassment is my sister.
Regardless of the psychological activities of Tatsumaki and Fubuki, the guests continued to walk to the next house after dealing with Tatsumaki. After a while, they came to Fubuki.
Just like standing in front of the tornado table, they also did not pick up the dishes to taste. Instead, they looked at each other with strange expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Contestant, did you bring this dish in from outside?"
"Um... Oh, no, no, this is what I made now."
After hearing this, Fubuki nodded subconsciously, then immediately woke up and quickly shook her head to deny their judgment.
"Made on the spot?" The guests laughed, pointed at the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar beside the kitchen utensils, and said teasingly, "Contestant, please stop quibbling. Look at the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar on your table. They are not the same." "Opened" means you didn't use any oil, salt, soy sauce or vinegar. Do you not use these things in cooking?"
The Master of Cooking competition has prepared brand-new oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar for each contestant. If you use it, you must unpack it. However, the packaging of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar on Fubuki's table is intact, and its meaning is self-evident. .
"I... brought my own oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar." Fubuki's pretty face turned red and she tried to quibble.
"Haha, your reason is similar to that of the player just now. Are you brothers and sisters?"
Several guests laughed.
"Who... who is her brother and sister?" Fubuki was shocked and quickly denied it.
"This player, you committed the same foul as the player just now, so I announce... you have also been eliminated." The host appeared mysteriously again to announce the result.
Following the tornado, Fubuki was also eliminated.
"God bless, the king will also be eliminated." Fubuki has lost the chance to win the ranking. She has fallen into the same fate as her sister. It is difficult to decide the winner. The only thing for her to pray is that "king" must not go further.
Otherwise, it would be a double kill!
"Ahem, Fubuki-sama, is this why you want to eat braised pork ribs in the morning?"
The violent chef looked at the angry Fubuki in shock.
What are you looking at? I'm not my sister. You're looking at the wrong person.
Fubuki found the "king" looking at her and immediately gritted her teeth under the mask.
However, she then thought about it, "king" misunderstood that she was her sister, so in other words, if I am embarrassed, in the eyes of "king", it is my sister who is embarrassed? Geez, sister, I'm sorry to embarrass you.
Her mood suddenly improved.
"Hey, I thought the volcano bamboo shoots just now were unique, but I didn't expect you to just make tofu carvings."
Several guests came to the violent chef's table and were surprised to see the white lotus blooming quietly on the table, decorated with sugar around it. At a glance, it looked like Tianshan snow lotus, pure and noble, making people feel relaxed and happy at a glance. , as if you are in that world where snowflakes are flying and covered with silver.
Perfect appearance!
They looked at each other with admiration on their faces.
They picked up a little bit and tasted it carefully. They immediately closed their eyes and enjoyed it. After a while, they opened their eyes and praised loudly, describing the dish as something heavenly and unparalleled.
"Thank you for the compliment."
The violent chef politely thanked him, and his voice was naturally adjusted so that no one could identify him.
After that, no surprise, the violent chef successfully advanced to the next round of the competition.
Tatsumaki looked desperate, he was finished, and was about to be laughed at by the "king".
Fubuki was a little happy, after all, she was not exposed. In the eyes of the "king", the only loser was her sister.
"Is the king's cooking skills really that good?"
Fubuki took a bite when no one was paying attention, and her eyes widened immediately. It was so sweet, it felt like falling in love. Wait a minute, how could I know the feeling of falling in love when I have always been single? No matter, I want this dish.
She stole the "king's" tofu carvings as if nothing had happened.
In the next few rounds of competition, Chef Violent lived up to his reputation as the seventh-time God of Cooking. He passed all the tests and won the championship under the eyes of Tatsumaki's despair and Fubuki's surprise.
"Men and ladies, the annual Master of Chef Competition is over, and the winner is... an unknown contestant!"
The host was ashamed. This was the first time the winner of the competition did not leave his name or show his face.
"Thanks."
The violent chef happily took the trophy from the host and walked towards Fubuki who stayed to watch the excitement amidst the cheers of everyone.
With Fubuki's confused eyes, he handed the trophy to her, "Here you go."
"Give me?"
Fubuki was shocked, what is this guy King going to do? Win the championship and then give the trophy to your sister? His relationship with my sister is indeed extraordinary, bah, what a stupid couple.
She firmly believed that King mistook her for his sister.
"King...why did this guy give me the trophy?"
Tatsumaki was also shocked. She also thought that King mistook Fubuki for her, so everything King did to Fubuki was actually done to her.
"Tch, I... I don't care about it!"
She crossed her chest and raised her head, showing her attitude proudly, but the way she occasionally glanced at the trophy was a bit strange.
"Why did you give me the trophy?"
Fubuki quickly asked to see if she could get some special message from the king, such as "I love you" or something like that.
"This... this... this..."
The violent chef is stupid. There is no reason. Isn't it just because you like Fubuki-sama, so I am loyal to you as your little brother
"Why are you nervous? Do you have something unspeakable to say to me?"
Fubuki's eyes lit up when she saw "King" stuttering. This is a typical sign of innocent boys falling in love! Sure enough... you couple of bitches!
She cursed secretly in her heart, but also looked forward to it, expecting the "king" to say something like "I love you".
The violent chef racked his brains and came up with an idea, and said: "Fubuki... Ahem, this is a birthday gift for you." His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he almost exposed himself. In this world, only those in the Fubuki team would call Fubuki... Fubuki-sama, fortunately he was smart enough to stop talking, and he even more cleverly found such a reason, because in a while, it will be Fubuki-sama’s birthday. This reason is very reasonable, but how to explain that he knows Fubuki-sama’s identity? Woolen cloth? Alas, it is so difficult to be a little brother!
"You actually recognized me? Ha, I thought you didn't recognize me!"
Fubuki was stunned. It turned out that King didn't mistake her for her sister at all, so... Then this trophy was indeed given to me, and it was given as a birthday gift. Wait a minute, how did King know about my birthday
Her heart was in turmoil.
The violent chef was stunned. Fubuki-sama seemed to mean that she also recognized me? He was suddenly frustrated. He originally thought he was giving Fubuki-sama a surprise, but it turned out that Fubuki-sama, who was as smart as snow, had already recognized him, so there was nothing to hide.
"Well, of course I can recognize you. After all, I am very familiar with your behavior."
"Are you very familiar with my every move?"
Fubuki's heart was pounding inexplicably. What does king mean? Has he been paying attention to me? Watching me? That’s why he was so familiar with my mannerisms that he could recognize me even if I changed my clothes and my voice.
The question is, why is he paying so much attention to me
Her pretty face turned red, she was angry, yes, she must be angry!
They talked happily, but Tatsumaki felt uncomfortable. She didn't have a good ear and couldn't hear what the king said to "her". She naturally moved closer to "the king" and Fubuki, raising her little ears to eavesdrop.
"Thank you, um, I... I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
When Fubuki noticed the tornado approaching, she suddenly panicked. She felt guilty as a thief, as if she had stolen something important from her sister, so she ran away.
"Eh?"
The violent chef looked confused. Is Fubuki-sama... happy or unhappy? Alas, it is so difficult to be a little brother!
"Hey, why did that guy run away?"
Tatsumaki was caught off guard, stunned for a few seconds, and immediately chased after him. Unfortunately, Fubuki had already disappeared. She was so angry that she jumped up and down. When she looked back, the "king" was also gone.
"Damn it, my trophy!!"