Hong Kong Gourmet Competition

Chapter 47: Hong Kong Gourmet Competition

This scene stunned 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 now."

"Maybe we should try it too."

The other anorexia patients also lunged at the Exploding Pissing Beef Balls, each scrambling to shove a beef ball into their mouths, followed by cries of surprise.

"Wow, this is amazing."

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

"Wah wah wah wah wah wah~~"

Crying came from the side. A young man sobbed loudly as he ate the beef balls, as if he'd suffered some great grievance—no, everyone could see he was crying tears of joy.

The doctors were stunned.

They knew these patients' conditions best. On a normal day, they survived on medication and fluids. Eating was a real struggle. But today, they witnessed something they couldn't believe.

"The patients all ate. Is it really an Immortal Pill?"

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

The proposal got everyone's support. The doctors also went to the table, each picking up a bowl of Exploding Pissing Beef Balls.

"Delicious. Wow wow wow, this is so good. Indescribably tasty, like it's exploding in your mouth."

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

The entire hospital cafeteria was buzzing. The big pot of Exploding Pissing Beef Balls Jiang Hao brought was quickly cleaned out by the patients. When it was time to leave, they were reluctant to see him go, urging Jiang Hao to bring them more beef balls.

At the end of the show, Zhen Xiaoqiu interviewed Jiang Hao. "Mr. Stephen Chow, you used your family's Secret Recipe to make these delicious Exploding Pissing Beef Balls. When will other diners get to taste them?"

Jiang Hao smiled and held up a can. "I've commissioned a food factory to produce 'Exploding Pissing Beef Balls.' Starting tomorrow, you'll find them in every major supermarket in Hong Kong."

An ad.

What Gourmet Roast? This was a blatant advertisement.

Many people grumbled inwardly, but it also sparked countless people's curiosity. Were the Exploding Pissing Beef Balls really that good? Could they really cure anorexia?

The next day, when people arrived at the supermarket, the beef balls were displayed in the most prominent spot. Out of curiosity, many couldn't resist buying a can to try.

A day later, things changed dramatically. After tasting the Exploding Pissing Beef Balls, people found them incredibly delicious and couldn't help coming back to buy more.

Major newspapers also scrambled to report: "Former God of Cookery Works Miracle Again, Exploding Pissing Beef Balls Sweep Hong Kong."

"Eating Beef Balls Works Miracle, Anorexia Patient Regains Appetite and Recovers Quickly."

"Medicine or Immortal Pill? It's Exploding Pissing Beef Balls."

"Anorexia Patients Saved, One Beef Ball Cures It."

"Exploding Pissing Beef Balls Draw Attention from All Sectors, Research Institute Analyzes Fragrance Components."

Of course, not all of this was spontaneous news coverage. Jiang Hao had also paid for some advertorials. You couldn't skip that.

The Exploding Pissing Beef Balls caused a citywide sensation. Imperial chef's family Secret Recipe, made by God of Cookery Stephen Chow, could cure anorexia, was incredibly tasty, had buzz and gimmicks, was delicious and affordable—anyone could buy it. Naturally, countless people rushed to get it.

It quickly became a viral hit.

The Exploding Pissing Beef Balls really took off—huge. As soon as the cans hit the shelves, people snatched them up. Everyone wanted to taste what these anorexia-curing beef balls were like.

Jiang Hao raked it in. In just one week, he made millions. And this was only the beginning.

On TV, Jiang Hao was giving an interview with great confidence.

"Actually, when it comes to anorexia, childhood anorexia is a fairly common phenomenon. Between ages three and six, many children go through a phase of loss of appetite or lack of interest in food, along with symptoms like poor appetite, vomiting, diarrhea, constipation, bloating, and abdominal pain."

"Heh, our Exploding Pissing Beef Balls aren't medicine. They're just a food, a delicious food. Don't mythologize them."

"Safety, hygiene, and quality are our top priorities. I've fully learned from past mistakes and will put serious effort into this area. I won't go down the old road again."

Wu Mengda stared at the familiar, hateful face on TV, barely able to contain his rage. He felt like smashing the TV again.

"Why didn't I have that bastard killed last time? I never thought he'd turn things around."

Tang Niu squinted at the TV, glanced at Boss Wu, and said, "Boss Wu, Stephen Chow has a deep grudge against you. Once he gets on his feet, he'll definitely look for a chance to get back at you again. With someone like that around, your days won't be easy from now on."

Boss Wu slammed the table. "Damn it. What do you suggest we do now?"

"Strike him down before he gets on his feet. Smear him, ruin him, make sure he can never recover. Then you can rest easy," Tang Niu said.

"How do we strike him down? Do you have a plan?" Boss Wu looked at Tang Niu.

Tang Niu said, "Stephen Chow is still riding on the God of Cookery name. I followed him for a long time. I know him. His cooking skills are actually very limited—third-rate at best. He's using the God of Cookery title to swindle people. So let's expose him."

"How do we expose him?"

"Hold a Hong Kong Gourmet Competition!"

"Invite him to participate. If he doesn't come, trash him in the media. Say he's all show, a fake. Ruin his reputation. Then spread the word that he added illegal substances to his Exploding Pissing Beef Balls—like poppy shells or something. Why else would they taste so good? Get the Ministry of Health to investigate. Do this a few times, and his brand will be ruined."

"If he does participate," Boss Wu quickly asked.

"Heh, then I'll defeat him fair and square in culinary skill in front of all of Hong Kong, and tell them Stephen Chow is a fraud. His reputation will be ruined in an instant. Then I'll use the same trick as before, and he'll fall even faster."

Tang Niu had his own selfish reasons for this. He was just a chef who wanted to make a name for himself by defeating his predecessors. Now that Stephen Chow was rising again, crushing him once more would elevate Tang Niu's own reputation to new heights.

Wu Mengda puffed on his cigar and let out a low chuckle.

"Let's do it that way."

Time flew, and Jiang Hao had already been in the God of Cookery world for over a month. Through his show, he had tasted cuisines from all over China and abroad. His mission progress had now climbed to 85%, but he noticed a troubling situation: his experience points were becoming incredibly difficult to increase.

Why was that?

Jiang Hao pondered for a long time and came to a vague conclusion: he had eaten too many good things. Without even better food, it was hard to make progress. What he needed now was true, top-tier cuisine.

Perhaps a trip to the mainland would be a good idea.