Hong Kong Gourmet Competition

Hong Kong Gourmet Competition

This scene shocked the doctors and the girl's fellow patients.

"She ate it. Jenny really ate it."

"She didn't throw up."

"Oh, my God, she can eat food."

"Maybe we should try some too."

The other anorexia patients also pounced on the Pissing Beef Balls, each scrambling to stuff a beef ball into their mouths. Then came cries of astonishment.

"Wow, it's delicious."

"I can taste the wonderful flavor of food again. God, did you send someone to save me?"

"Wuuuuu—"

Crying came from nearby. A young man ate beef balls while bawling loudly, as though he had suffered some tremendous grievance. No—everyone could tell that these were tears of joy.

The doctors were stunned.

They understood these patients' conditions better than anyone. Normally, they relied on medication and liquids to stay alive. Eating was truly an arduous task for them, yet today, the doctors had witnessed something they could scarcely believe.

"The patients all ate them. Are they really Immortal Pills?"

"Maybe we should taste these Pissing Beef Balls too," someone suggested.

The suggestion won everyone's approval. The doctors also rushed to the table, each taking a bowl of Pissing Beef Balls.

"Delicious! Wow, wow, wow! They're so delicious! The flavor is impossible to describe—it's like it explodes in your mouth."

"I haven't eaten anything this good in ages."

The entire hospital cafeteria erupted. The huge pot of Pissing Beef Balls Jiang Hao had brought was quickly snatched up by the patients. When he left, they were reluctant to see him go and urged Jiang Hao and the others to bring them more Pissing Beef Balls.

At the end of the program, Zhen Xiaoqiu interviewed Jiang Hao. "Mr. Stephen Chow, you used a family Secret Recipe to make these incredibly delicious Exploding Pissing Beef Balls. When will other diners be able to taste them?"

Jiang Hao smiled and raised a can. "I've already commissioned a food factory to produce Exploding Pissing Beef Balls. Starting tomorrow, they'll be available in major supermarkets across Hong Kong."

An advertisement.

What Gourmet Roast? This was a blatant advertisement.

Many people grumbled inwardly, but it also piqued countless people's curiosity. Were Pissing Beef Balls really that delicious? Could they really treat anorexia?

The next day, when people arrived at the supermarkets, Pissing Beef Balls had been placed in the most prominent spots. Out of curiosity, many could not resist buying a can to take home and try.

A day later, the situation changed dramatically. After tasting the Pissing Beef Balls, people discovered that they truly were incomparably delicious, and they could not help returning to buy more.

Major newspapers rushed to report on it as well: "Former God of Cookery creates another miracle—Exploding Pissing Beef Balls sweep Hong Kong."

"A miracle from beef balls: anorexia patients regain their appetites and recover immediately."

"Medicine or Immortal Pill? Exploding Pissing Beef Balls."

"Hope for anorexia patients—a single beef ball can cure them."

"Pissing Beef Balls draw attention from all sectors; research institutes analyze the components behind their aroma."

Of course, not all of these were spontaneous media reports. Some were paid promotional articles bought by Jiang Hao. Those were indispensable.

Exploding Pissing Beef Balls caused a sensation throughout the city. Made from an imperial chef's family Secret Recipe and created by God of Cookery Stephen Chow, they could treat anorexia and tasted extraordinary. They had buzz, gimmicks, and flavor; they were delicious and affordable enough for anyone to buy, naturally drawing countless people to snap them up.

They swiftly became a viral hit food product.

Exploding Pissing Beef Balls had truly caught fire—the kind of fire where, the moment the cans hit the shelves, people rushed over to frantically grab them. Everyone wanted to know what these beef balls that could treat anorexia tasted like.

Jiang Hao was making a fortune. In just one short week, he had earned several million, and this was only the beginning.

On television, Jiang Hao was being interviewed with high spirits.

"Actually, childhood anorexia is a relatively common phenomenon. Between the ages of three and six, many children go through a period of anorexia, experiencing reduced or absent appetite, often accompanied by poor appetite, vomiting, diarrhea, constipation, bloating, abdominal pain, and so on."

"Hehe, our Pissing Beef Balls are not medicine. They are merely food—delicious food. Please don't mythologize them."

"Safety, hygiene, and quality are the foremost standards. I have fully learned from my previous lessons and will put every effort into these areas. I will never repeat the old mistakes."

Wu Mengda stared at that familiar, hateful face on the television, rage churning uncontrollably within him. He had the urge to smash the TV again.

"Why didn't we hack that bastard to death last time? I never expected him to make a comeback."

Tang Niu narrowed his eyes at the television, then glanced at Boss Wu. "Boss Wu, Stephen Chow has a deep grudge against you. Once he gains momentum, he'll definitely look for a chance to retaliate. With someone like him around, your days won't be easy from now on."

Boss Wu slapped the table. "Damn it, then what the hell can we do now?"

"Sink him before he gains momentum. Ruin his reputation and make sure he can never recover for the rest of his life. Only then can you sleep easy," Tang Niu said.

"How do we sink him? Do you have a way?" Boss Wu looked at Tang Niu.

Tang Niu said, "Stephen Chow is still riding on the God of Cookery title. I followed him for a long time, so I know him well. His actual cooking skills are extremely limited—third-rate at best. He's using the God of Cookery name to deceive people, so we'll expose him."

"How do we expose him?"

"Hold a Hong Kong Gourmet Competition!"

"Invite him to participate. If he refuses to come, we'll smear him relentlessly in the media, say he's all show and a fraud, and ruin his reputation. Then we'll claim he added banned substances to the Pissing Beef Balls, something like poppy husks. Otherwise, how could they taste so good? Get the Ministry of Health to investigate. After going back and forth a few times, we'll destroy his brand."

"What if he participates?" Boss Wu hurriedly asked.

"Hehe, then I'll defeat him fair and square in cooking before the people of all Hong Kong. I'll tell them Stephen Chow is a fraud, and his reputation will be ruined in an instant. Then we'll use the same trick as before, and he'll die even faster."

Tang Niu had selfish motives as well. He was merely a chef, and if he wanted fame, he had to defeat his predecessors. Stephen Chow was rising again, and if Tang Niu crushed him once more, his own reputation would rise to another level.

Wu Mengda held a cigar between his teeth and chuckled.

"Let's do it!"

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Hao had been in the world of God of Cookery for over a month. Through making the program, he had eaten cuisine from China and abroad, and his mission progress had reached 85%. Yet he discovered something troubling: experience points had become extremely difficult to increase.

Why was that?

Jiang Hao pondered for a long time and reached a vague conclusion. He had eaten too many good things. Without even better food, it was already difficult to improve. What he needed now was truly the very best, most top-tier cuisine.

Perhaps taking a trip around the mainland would be a good idea.