The Competition Was About to Begin (The Qidian Title Can't Be Changed)

Two more days have passed, the preliminary rounds have officially ended, and there are only 3 days left until the start of the main competition.

Just as Feng Xue was changing his entry for the competition, his phone suddenly rang.

Hello? Who is this?

"We are the organizing committee of the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition. Are you contestant Sun Wukong?" An unfamiliar voice came from the phone. Feng Xue frowned slightly, her first reaction being that she had encountered a scammer. However, recalling the official website of the competition, it seemed that this was indeed the number, so she spoke up:

"Is there something you need?"

"That's right, the ingredients for the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition are provided by the organizers. Therefore, if there are any special ingredients, they need to be reported in advance. Of course, there are quotas for the ingredients each contestant can submit, and there cannot be any ingredients related to protected animals..."

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Feng Xue thought for a moment before saying:

"The ingredients aren't anything special, but I need plant-based colorings like safflower, Butterfly Pea Flower, and Maple Leaf. Also, does the broth have to be freshly made?"

"Stock? You don't mean... Ah, sorry, stock must be made on-site, so if your Internal Force strength isn't sufficient, we don't recommend making dishes that require stock. Of course, if you need dried goods like Sea Cucumber or abalone that need to be soaked for a long time, the organizing committee can help you prepare a batch that's already soaked, but of course, it must be within the quota."

Hearing the words on his phone, Feng Xue smiled slightly, because he remembered an anecdote he had seen online about the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition—

Legend has it that in the twelfth or thirteenth pastry competition, which was about fifty years ago, a contestant requested a large quantity of extremely expensive dried ingredients.

At the time, the competition organizing committee didn't care, because although it was provided, as long as it wasn't used, it could be distributed to the catering industry in Longmen later. In any case, these soaked dried goods wouldn't affect their use for several hours.

The problem is that on the day of the competition, this contestant cooked and ate everything himself, and then completely used up all the ingredients after the competition.

Since then, the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition, and indeed all culinary competitions in Ao Lai Country, have imposed quota restrictions on the use of unconventional ingredients by contestants, and have clearly stipulated the portion sizes of dishes that contestants can consume in the rules.

Of course, since this event didn't occur online, the truth of the matter is still unknown. It might just be an Urban Legend arising from the competition rules.

Seeing the other person's nervous expression, Feng Xue didn't play any tricks and said directly:

"I'm out of ingredients, but I need a big pot, the kind used for cooking in a large pot!"

"President, something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong?" The vice president of the Dragon Gate Noodle Competition Organizing Committee, who was in charge of publicity, asked with a frown as he looked at the staff member who rushed in.

"President, it seems that Sun Wukong isn't planning to make Flour Fruit in the finals!"

Upon hearing his subordinate's words, the vice president frowned slightly, but quickly calmed down and said indifferently:

What he does has nothing to do with us.

"But our publicity..." the subordinate began, but the vice president interrupted him halfway through his sentence:

"We simply edited his preliminary round video and put it on the most anticipated contestant page. Did we say he would also make Flour Fruit in the finals?"

"But our online army..."

"The paid commenters are paid commenters, what does that have to do with us? And even if they are paid commenters, all they say is 'this is the only contestant in a hundred years to make Flour Fruit in the preliminary rounds.' As for the audience, the hype has already been built up. If he doesn't make them in the end, do you think the audience will criticize him or the competition? Besides, it's just a contestant who might not even win, what are you afraid of?"

"If he wins without making Flour Fruit, we can then promote that he had a hidden trick up his sleeve, saying he passed the preliminary rounds with just a trial run. If he doesn't win, we can also say he gave up his specialty. There are ways to hype up a mishap... Besides, there are over a hundred contestants, who are you afraid of suing us for False Propaganda?"

"Ah, this..." The staff member was speechless for a moment, but then realized what was going on and looked at the vice president with even greater admiration. No wonder he could become the president; his mind works like that!

He apologized, turned, and left. But as he walked out of the office, the vice president sighed.

"Those fruit ads might be canceled now, but it's not a big problem..."

While the competition organizing committee was busy, Feng Xue's research on the entries became increasingly clear. Regardless of whether it was Eastern or Western pastries, the basic principles remained the same, and the difficulty levels varied. However, after integrating the Molecular Gastronomy techniques of the Cyber World with his superb internal strength and graceful Immortal Method, he was able to perform many incredible feats.

Based on these actions, Feng Xue created a magical dish that could turn people into repeating machines who could only say "Huh?" But in Feng Xue's view, this was not enough. Therefore, he wanted to add another layer of magical appearance to this understated magic.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. At Feng Xue's suggestion, the authorities seemed to have reduced their hype and promotion of him as the "number one person in Flour Fruit," which reduced the knowledge gained from the Sun Wukong Weird Tale. However, this also prevented the Weird Tale from sliding in an unpredictable direction.

Riding on the "Somersault Cloud," Feng Xue looked down at the traffic flowing on the ground and arrived at Dragon Gate Square. The Dragon Gate Noodle Competition was scheduled for a weekend afternoon and was broadcast live in its entirety, but it would also be edited into an hour-long version for those who didn't have time to watch the live broadcast.

However, Feng Xue didn't care about any of that. He didn't even do any scouting or reconnaissance. Instead, he arrived at the venue half an hour before the start of the competition and went to his seat as arranged by the staff.

The Dragon Gate Square had completely changed compared to a few days ago. The contestants' stage was no longer a simple food stall, but a variety of luxurious cooking stations. You could even see special kitchen utensils such as Mao Bamboo as thick as a thigh, chopsticks a meter long, and oddly shaped Rolling Pin three meters long.

On Feng Xue's cooking counter, besides the standard pots, pans, stove, and seasonings, the most eye-catching item is a super-sized pot with a radius of over 1.5 meters and a depth of nearly 1 meter, placed on a special stove!

"Sun Wukong, do you think this pot is suitable?" Although the size had already been discussed, the staff member still asked to confirm. Feng Xue tapped the side of the pot, producing a dull metallic sound, before nodding and saying:

"The quality is good. Where will you get the ingredients from next?"

"When the competition starts, various Ingredient Vehicle will drive in; you can just go and get them."

At this point, the staff member seemed to suddenly remember something and immediately added:

"As long as it's not a special ingredient you pre-ordered, you can get more even if you run out. Just tell the staff next to the truck. Please don't fight over the ingredients!"