Dream of a Gourmet Anime

After speeding along for about ten minutes, the taxi stopped in front of a square. Surprisingly, even though the sun was still high in the sky, the place looked like a night market.

Various mobile stalls lined the square, making all kinds of pastries on the spot. The aromas of different kinds mingled together, creating an irresistible savory fragrance that drew passersby to the food.

The noodle-making techniques are also quite diverse, and as you walk around the square, you can almost simultaneously enjoy both delicious food and entertaining performances.

"This is the Dragon Gate Food Plaza, the venue for the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition. It wasn't originally called this, but many famous chefs started their businesses here. Over time, the name was changed to 'Carp Leaping Over the Dragon Gate,' meaning that you can't set up a stall here without some real skill. Especially before the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition, this place is basically filled with famous chefs from all over the world. In a sense, it's a preliminary round. If you can't even survive in this food plaza, then there's no point in participating in the subsequent competition."

The taxi driver enthusiastically told Feng Xue about the various interesting things about the square. Feng Xue scanned the payment code, then took out a wad of bills from her pocket and placed them on the seat, smiling as she said:

"Thank you, this is the tour guide fee."

"Hey, no need!" The taxi driver was about to say something when Feng Xue had already closed the car door and walked into the food court.

Although he had already seen many things from inside the taxi, the feeling was completely different when he got closer.

If you want specifics...

That is...

If the chefs here were placed under Chen Xiyao's supervision, even the worst one could get an A-level license!

"Oh, so Martial Arts Master aren't out fighting, but instead coming down here?"

Feng Xue felt that the style of the painting was getting increasingly off, but in a sense, it also seemed to make some sense.

After all, we live in a society governed by the rule of law. What good is learning kung fu? It's better to learn a trade so you can earn money and support your family.

Silently activating her [Martial] power, taking all the Martial Principles she witnessed into her grasp, Feng Xue walked to the first shop near the entrance, glanced at the "Crab Roe Soup Dumplings" sign, and immediately took out her phone to scan the payment code, saying:

"Give me a whole cage."

"Alright! Please wait a moment!" The shopkeeper, who was rolling out the dough, responded with a slap of his hand, causing the steamer to spring up. He quickly swung his arm, pulling out a basket of Steamed Bun before the basket could fall. A young man, presumably his apprentice, immediately took out a paper container and carefully placed a soup dumpling, about the size of a bowl, into it. He then added a few shredded ginger and a little crab vinegar to a smaller container beside it, before handing it to Feng Xue along with a pair of unopened bamboo chopsticks.

"The box is waterproof, be careful not to burn your mouth."

Feng Xue took the paper lunchbox, looked at the crystal-clear soup dumpling, and immediately stretched out her chopsticks. Instead of eating it right away, she pinched the fish mouth and lifted it slightly. The Steamed Bun weighed more than half a pound, and the skin was so thin that you could see the golden soup inside. But even when she lifted it like this, it didn't seem to be leaking at all. Instead, it was soft and bouncy, like a water balloon that she used to play with as a child.

Gently poke the outer skin, and the soup gushes out instantly, a sweet and fresh aroma of crab roe rushing into your nose. Bring the bowl to your lips and sip it slightly, and the rich flavor washes over your mouth like a surging river.

The umami flavor of the crab roe and the taste of the pork bone broth are distinct yet harmonious, like a landscape of mountains and sea in a painting framed together, clearly defined yet complementing each other.

Taking a sip of the piping hot broth, Feng Xue dipped the still-intact Steamed Bun in a little ginger and crab vinegar and ate it. Instead of the disappointment that comes with having all the essence gone, it gave her a feeling like drinking a glass of warm water after intense exercise—gentle and comforting.

The chewy dough made from High-Gluten Flour absorbs the gentle steam during the steaming process, carrying a subtle yet lingering aroma, suggesting that there is something more to the steamer than meets the eye.

The filling is made of stir-fried Crab Oil and a small amount of dried shrimp and pork. However, it seems that some pork bone marrow is added, giving you the ultimate feeling of sucking on the marrow after drinking a bone broth.

Despite being a large bun weighing at least half a pound, a sip of soup made it feel completely light and refreshing. The seasoning was smooth, and after finishing it, one might even feel a sense of loss, lingering on the lingering deliciousness, leaving only a faint sour taste mixed with the aroma of ginger in the mouth and nose.

"Good heavens, good heavens!" Feng Xue stared wide-eyed at the empty box in his hand, and before he knew it, he had even finished the ginger and crab vinegar drink.

He turned to look at the chef who was still quickly rolling out the dough and filling it. A subtle feeling welled up in his heart. He could easily copy the chef's technique, but he dared not say that he could replicate such a small Steamed Bun.

While the formula, raw materials, and unseen pretreatment certainly play a part, it's mostly a mysterious and elusive feeling.

"Something similar to Martial Principles?"

Feng Xue raised an eyebrow slightly. If it were someone else, this Martial Principles would probably be an insurmountable obstacle. But as Weird Tale with the power of [Martial], he wouldn't be restricted by things like "everyone has their own unique theory." The only problem is that this thing isn't just about Martial Principles; there's another part that's similar to it.

"Something like culinary principles or culinary heart?" Based on her experience watching anime in her previous life, Feng Xue made some guesses and did not linger at this stall, but walked to the next one.

"This is clearly not the kind of food I'm planning to submit as an entry. If it's this bad, I'm afraid it'll be quite difficult for me to win the Ruyi Stick."

Feng Xue muttered to himself, but he did not give up. There was still a month to prepare before the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition officially started, giving him ample time to make up for his weaknesses.

"I'm supposed to be the man known as the Demon Chef!"

With this in mind, Feng Xue walked a few steps to the next stall and said to the owner who was jumping around on a bamboo pole:

"Boss, one bowl of Wonton Lo Mein!"

"Okay!"

The boss responded, but it wasn't him who answered; instead, it was an apprentice standing in front of the table who deftly placed wontons and noodles into different pots and quickly handed over a small portion of noodles.

Perhaps because it's a food street, the portion of this bowl of noodles wasn't large, just two ounces of noodles with four wontons, but the savory aroma of the pork bone broth was already irresistible.

The noodles were covered with some sparse particles that looked a bit like sesame seeds, but smaller. Without much thought, Feng Xue picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

"Waaah..."

The next chapter will be posted tomorrow. By the way, I usually submit a leave request on the first of every month, so I'll be taking a break for the National Day holiday. That's all.

P. S.: For some reason, the previous two chapters jumped directly to chapter 900 when the new volume started, which startled me. The title can't be changed, Dian Niang a mess.