"If you are not qualified, you might be able to become a master chef in some places in the ordinary world, but in competitions like this, there is not much that stands out."
Harpy put down the unfinished Golden Shrimp Balls, shook his head and sighed in displeasure, as if regretting the time wasted in tasting this dish.
"What, this is not up to standard, even if it is so delicious, then what kind of delicacy is required to be up to standard?" Paimon looked dissatisfied.
"Can you tell me the reason?" Sora grabbed Paimon's collar.
"There is no direct relationship between deliciousness and quality." Harpy said, "I also said that these dishes in the Current Realm will probably attract a lot of gourmets, but where are they?"
"It's delicious but doesn't have any otherworldly highlights. It's relatively mediocre. That's why you are unqualified." The burly bald Beastman put down his chopsticks and added regretfully:
"If this kind of food falls into the mouths of those adults, my three hundred and twenty-seven years as a judge will be over."
They looked towards the high platform, and saw many rulers who exuded Abyss's dark malice, but in Hell there were still living gods who were sacred.
The big names are the final raters, while the job of the junior judges is just to screen out the contestants who are just fake and the mediocre ones.
Although this young man prepared a lot of dishes and could feel a trace of concentrated resentment towards the picky tastes of his traveling companions and his pursuit of excellence, unfortunately, compared with those unknown chefs Current Realm and the long-famous Chef Demon, it was still far behind.
"Weak ribs." A Vampire took out a silk scarf and wiped the corners of his mouth.
The three-person judging panel has a unanimous attitude and will leave for the stove where the next group of contestants is.
"Wait a minute, we still have one contestant who hasn't finished cooking!" Paimon still tried to persuade him to stay.
"That's Apprentice who came with you. You can tell from the technique that it's not Chef Demon." The Beastman judge exposed Paimon's reasons and denied it. "Give up, this is not you."
Zila--
crackling
There was a flash of lightning and the sound of electric current, and the three judges on the jury suddenly stopped in their steps, and a numbing feeling spread down the back to the brain.
At the same time, the explosion caused a roar and exploded from behind.
"Ahem." The woman with long dark purple hair looked displeased. She waved her hand to fan away the smoke and stared at the thick dark liquid in the pot, lost in thought.
Finished
Paimon lowered his hands helplessly.
"I told you I really can't cook," Raiden Ei frowned.
"Indeed, this is not rice."
The judges flashed to the puddle of thick liquid, scooped out a piece of what looked like a dumpling with a spoon, put it into their mouths and chewed it carefully with Paimon and Sora's dull expressions on their faces.
In an instant, a numbing sensation poured from the tip of the tongue into the mouth, and together with the completely destroyed food molecules, a secondary explosion occurred.
It was as if Sefirah had all been annihilated in a thunderstorm, and his mind went blank. Only the sharp lightning would explode again the moment he regained consciousness, and the cycle continued until the food in his throat was completely swallowed into his belly.
It's like jumping repeatedly in the face of death and returning to the human world.
No.
It was let go.
The noble god who controlled life and death received a brief pardon from the majestic thunder Hell.
A dish full of divine power, this is no longer an ordinary dish.
"This is art!"
After the three judges came to their senses, they made a unified evaluation and apologized to the person in front of them with a ninety-degree bow:
"Please forgive me for mistaking the chef Current Realm who accompanied the competition as the head chef and ignoring your presence. Our eyesight really needs to be improved."
"However, please decorate it more when serving it on the plate and add some spices to enhance the flavor." Judge Beastman suggested.
In the end, the judges unanimously agreed that the team passed the selection.
After they left, a group of onlookers Spectator, fearing that they might be too late, arrived and asked for a bowl of food.
"Ah?" Raiden Ei came back to his senses and looked blankly at the food he made.
When Paimon saw this, he dipped his finger into it and put it in his mouth to taste.
Plop.
His eyes turned white and he fell on the table, falling into a deep sleep, as if he was dazed by the fragrance.
"Would you like to come too?" Raiden Ei did not forget to extend an invitation to the two outgoing colleagues.
"." Zhongli reached out and grabbed Venti who was trying to sneak away quietly.
"Old man, I find that I have been too busy recently, so I'd better go back to Mondstadt to fulfill my duties as a god." Venti said hurriedly, "You can just eat and don't worry about me."
Raiden Ei handed over the bowl of purple viscous substance. "Go back when you are full. Thank you for inviting me."
Gulu.
Venti saw a hint of hope on Raiden Ei's brows, and stared blankly into the bowl.
It was probably the comments from the pica judges and eaters that gave her confidence.
Why did I choose to pick up the old man's wool and drink here, and why did I talk so much about Beelzebul?
"Gulu. Gulu"
Venti's pupils gradually blurred, and some past memories emerged, as if Knights of Favonius was shouting.
Wind God was assassinated and the whole place was blocked.
The competition is in full swing. Although the declaration of war by Bright Culinary World has aroused the fighting spirit of Chef Demon, there are still a few isolated cases.
The Chef Demon team did not prepare any teammates, but was randomly assigned a Current Realm chef by the event organizing committee.
"Man, listen, I don't know how you got in. The problem is that I don't have any sense of accomplishment in defeating you or solidifying you." A fourth-level undead knight Wild Hunt pointed at the various mashed potato dishes on the table next door Blond Knight:
"Do you know what King Arthur's last words were before he died tragically at Sword Bar?! He said he would never have to eat mashed potatoes again! Why are there still cooks like you in this era who can only make mashed potatoes?!"
"Your Excellency, you should try the mashed potatoes I made before you speak." Gawain crossed his arms and said confidently, "Also, King Arthur would never say such words to insult potatoes!"
"Do you know King Arthur or do I know King Arthur?! I followed Ya. bastard back then! Is it the mashed potatoes problem?!" Wild Hunt slapped the table angrily, and finally squatted down while covering his head with a severe headache:
"Your presence cannot complement my work at all, nor can it bring me extra points in front of the judges, because that pile of mashed potatoes is worthless than Hell Slime!"
In such a heavyweight competition, even if there are too many participants, Chef Demon Organizing Committee should at least confirm whether the opponent is a chef.
A knight who can only make mashed potatoes is not a good cook at all, even if he makes mashed potatoes into flowers!
It's terrible. Seeing this potato Hell, this undead body can actually feel the blood pressure rising.
Wait, being able to do this seems to be a bit of a talent.
"I am a chef who has completed [Hell·Chef Demon designation] six times." Wild Hunt suddenly stood up and said to Gawain, "Hey, knight over there, let me teach you something new."
"Integrate your own will, emotion, love and even soul into the cooking and make mashed potatoes like Chef Demon. If you really have the ultimate love for potatoes, don't waste these potatoes."
That kind of potato Hell that fills most of our lives, we should never have to bear it alone, Arthur. King Arthur who Hell sleeps forever, you should think so too, right?
"Please give me some advice!" Gawain straightened his back. "I really want to bring more delicious potato dishes to my king and Master!"
Wild Hunt is hidden under the mask, and the corners of his mouth are drawn crazily. "Very good."
I will pass on the Hell recipe that Gawain that fish and potato bastard worked so hard to develop to this Potato Knight.
"With that broken soul and body coming to this place to participate in the cooking competition, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" The man in the dark and elegant deacon's uniform asked curiously.
"." EMIYA Alter reacted and looked at the diary in his hand, which recorded the reason for his coming here. "Someone wanted to see me participate in the competition, so I came."
"That's right, I came to participate in the competition because my master said so." The deacon sighed, "I'm afraid it would be much easier if you accepted Abyss's hug and solidified it, right?"
He looked at EMIYA Alter in front of him. Although the muscles Remembrance were engraved in his body, he could see the shadow of skillfully using a kitchen knife, but judging from his movements, he probably couldn't remember how much seasoning to put in.
Even the Americas, the salt prince who likes to spread salt from his elbows, would not dare to use such a lethal amount of table salt.
"Abyss. What is that solidification?" EMIYA Alter was puzzled.
"Have you forgotten this?" The deacon methodically chopped the ingredients. "The memory and soul are distorted to this extent, but the core is still not corrupted. It would be better to say that your soul hangs in the sky like a star.
If I hadn't already found a master who I would serve for the rest of my life, I would really want to sign a contract with a Martyr like you and harvest a treasure."
EMIYA Alter glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to process the ingredients according to the unfamiliar handwriting written by Record on the notebook in advance. There were Q versions of Gou Xiong and Zhineidu beside them, and the note said [Shirou Come on].
"You can't eat that kind of food, even Chef Demon won't eat it." The deacon pushed the baking pan into the oven, came to EMIYA Alter, and smiled:
"As the butler of Phantomhive House, although I cannot sign a contract with you, I really want to taste your soul. Oh, please don't make such a murderous move."
Watching the other party take out the strange-looking gun blade, the deacon remained calm and calm.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm saying that you can inject soul into the food to try to save it."
The deacon showed a sly smile like a fox and began to perform the skill with his hands, "This is an exclusive secret skill."
After a while.
The judges and deacons, covered in bloodstains, collapsed on the ground, feeling countless illusory sword blades tearing apart their bodies Affliction and severing their life-long firm beliefs.
The soul that betrayed itself stepped on the road full of iron thorns, walked tiredly and desperately on the road to Abyss, continued to kill, decayed and degenerated, and finally, with some residual longing for Hell Stargazy Pie.
For the first time, they felt that their bodies and souls were torn to pieces in self-contradictions. There was even a little bit of broken souls that upheld the will to resist, faded away from the erosion of Abyss's power, and finally perished in the world.
Everything is like a misty illusion Nihility
"This dish is called Stargazy Pie."
The butler who couldn't stand up licked the soup from the corner of his mouth and said, "Your Excellency, I admit that this dish surpasses my Chef Demon career."
Just like that, another dish was selected and served to the gods' table.
Not far away, the most central area of the arena.
Ritsuka Fujimaru, who was watching the group match between [Chef Demon]Huai Shi and [Chef Sect Master]Shirou Emiya, was patted on the shoulder by Mash next to him.
"Senior, Chaldea, is it okay if there are so many Servant participating in the competition?"
"It doesn't matter, just think that everyone is here to learn cooking."
Ritsuka Fujimaru waved his hand.
"But even Gawain Your Excellency and EMIYA Alter..."
"It doesn't matter Mash, the important thing is to participate. I didn't expect them to make it to the finals."
Ritsuka Fujimaru glanced at the communication device he carried with him. There was a message from Servant on it. "Mash, look, everyone is very happy. Karna, Rasputin, and Gawain all said they brought me delicious food that I can taste when I return to Chaldea."