Chapter 811: Chapter 810: Xuanjing Taking Flight (Part 2)

Eyeballs shattered on the ground.

Of course, this is an exaggerated way of saying it, but no metaphor is sufficient to describe the intense cold air that swept through the venue.

On the wooden tray, was a large bowl.

The key was not how exquisite the container was, but rather that the delicate container surprisingly held several bundles of instant noodles.

That’s right, instant noodles!

Three unopened round cakes of noodles were stacked in the bowl.

“Instant noodles… ‘Fragrance’?”

This scene was quite shocking.

Li Han, Tang Yuqiong, and Wu Yingying all stared wide-eyed, their minds filled with incredible thoughts.

“Eh?!”

Zhu Qing had just twisted around and ran to the sidelines, panting as she stood beside Zhao Tong, when the entire venue was instantly invaded by a strong cold air. Everyone looked as if they’d been possessed, with exaggerated expressions and mouths opened, gasping…

Witnessing this, Zhu Qing felt a pang in her heart and looked up at the big screen broadcasting the event. She then covered her face with her hand, “Oh my god, you can’t cause trouble like this!”

“Of all the main ingredients to choose from, why instant noodles! What about those delicate and fancy cakes of yours; can’t you make pastries?” Zhu Qing covered her face.

The middle-aged emcee stood in front of Xia Yu’s cooking station, his eyebrows twitching.

Since Xia Yu directly asked him for the ingredients, the emcee was the first to know the truth.

“Hey—”

Female judge Mu Xiaoyue whispered to the emcee, and when he came over, she couldn’t help but complain, “Is this really his own request? You guys didn’t tamper with things, did you?”

Mu Xiaoyue cast a deeply suspicious look at the emcee, with even a hint of annoyance in her beautiful eyes.

The emcee quickly waved his hands, “This is definitely Chef Xia’s own request. We don’t have the authority to make decisions for the contestants!”

Yuan Lanzi reluctantly withdrew her gaze from the 1st cooking station, helping the emcee out and sighing, “All of this is happening on camera. The event organizers only set the scope of the topic. Contestants are responsible for choosing the ingredients and how to use them. He shouldn’t be messing around, right?”

Her fine eyebrows furrowed subconsciously, her tone not very confident.

“Ha!”

Laughter rang out from the middle.

The main judge, a female tough chef, applauded enthusiastically from her seat, “Good, good, good!”

“I want to see how you cook a dish that matches your culinary skills using ordinary instant noodles—” The famous chef from the Yunmengze Chef Alliance called out to Xia Yu, resting her chin on her hands and speaking leisurely into the microphone, “To be honest, my standard for qualifying your work is very high, very high. Don’t think you can pass so easily!”

Her eyes narrowed slightly with laughter, revealing a hint of dangerous sharpness.

“Ugly words upfront, if I taste any perfunctory or reckless flavors later, then I’m sorry, I will score based on the gap between your culinary skill and actual work, so there’s a high probability you’ll get zero points!”

The female judge emphasized.

“Please rest assured!”

For the judge’s warning, Xia Yu couldn’t help but laugh, “Isn’t it the correct attitude of a professional chef to be responsible for every dish they create? You’re questioning my professional integrity!”

“What’s wrong with instant noodles!”

Facing the camera, Xia Yu looked serious, but was inwardly furiously venting.

Doubting instant noodles is like doubting the Chinese version of ‘Midnight Diner.’ Haven’t the three beautiful sisters in the TV drama already been captivated by Huang Lei’s famous pickled cabbage instant noodles, ordering a bowl every time they enter to calm their nerves?

Delicious instant noodles, in the hands of a skilled chef, can still be a powerful and explosive classic dish.

Cough cough.

Returning to the main topic.

“The noodles are instant noodles, also called convenience noodles or doll noodles.”

“I only plan to use instant noodles as the main ingredient, but I’ll skip the seasoning pack. Ashamed, ashamed, my culinary skills are far inferior to Mr. Huang’s, and I can’t just rip open a bag of instant noodles, put it in a bowl, and call it a classic dish.”

Xia Yu spoke to the camera.

Who is Mr. Huang?

The audience began to murmur, with Wei An and Kong Chun exchanging glances, “Is there a renowned person with the surname Huang from Japan?”

Ding!

At this moment, there was a reminder bell from the stage, and the emcee glanced at the 1st cooking station and then said loudly, “The cooking phase ends in one hour, please each contestant hurry to present their work to the judges’ table!”

No need for reminders, in the video, Xia Yu finally lowered his head and began to cook.

He first took a clean pot, filled it with water, placed it on the stove, and lit the fire.

This was to boil water.

There were a hundred contestants in total, hence a hundred workstations.

Although a hundred people together might seem neat, it wasn’t as chaotic as the previous thousand participants, so Xia Yu’s station with only instant noodles, mysterious bottled oil, and mysterious mixed spice powder was shockingly clean compared to other tables full of assorted ingredients.

Moreover, corresponding to the simple ingredients, Xia Yu’s cooking procedure was also simple.

He started to fire up another stove and placed a pot on it.

However, this was a black Chinese Stir-fry Pan, not the shiny metal pot under the sun.

“Sizzle…”

Using high heat directly on the pan, soon there was a slight distortion of air above the pan.

“Has it started!”

The judging seats, guest seats, and the dense crowd below all focused their gaze on the 1st cooking station.

“Look—”

Tang Yuqiong raised her hand to point at the bottle of oil Xia Yu picked up, and the camera promptly gave the teenager a facial close-up, so the natural seriousness on his face was noticed by everyone, “He’s being so cautious, doesn’t that mean the oil is unusual?”

“Unusual oil? Haha, with that guy’s culinary skills, I don’t think there’s any oil he can’t handle…”

Li Han laughed hearing this, waving his hand.

His voice had just fallen.

Boom!

As if an earthquake, suddenly there was a two to three-meter-high flame roaring into the sky from the stage.

Li Han froze.

“Whoa…”

The silent venue suddenly had swearing, the voice coming from the 1st cooking station.

Xia Yu stepped back two steps, his reaction quick, but he still got some hair singed by the soaring flames, smelling the charred scent of burnt pig hair in his nose.

The sudden burst of fire’s cause and effect was being repeatedly replayed on the broadcast screen.

The young man held the oil bottle, its mouth slightly tilted toward the heated Chinese Iron Pot, and a drop of shiny golden oil fell straight down.

The next moment, the whole screen was engulfed in the explosive blaze.

The flame column erupted suddenly and subsided quickly.

Only two or three seconds later, the 1st cooking station returned to normal conditions, but when the camera shifted back to Xia Yu’s face, the venue suddenly erupted in laughter.

“Hahahahahaha…”

Li Han joined the crowd’s laughter, pointing at the young chef on stage.

The slight black marks on his face indicated that this step of exploding pan in the cooking procedure was completely beyond Xia Yu’s control.

“Something’s not right!”

Tang Yuqiong said with a tense face, mumbling, “Judging by his reaction, it seems he didn’t expect the pan to explode either? What’s going on!”

Xia Yu gave the camera a helpless look.

In reality, the “Morse Oil,” although system-identified as his “resonance ingredient,” requiring no mastery threshold, yet once in the hands—Xia Yu discovered that ‘unknown’ indeed means unknown, offering no sense at all. It’s like suddenly having a fiancée from childhood betrothal appear at home, whom you’ve never seen before, immediately getting touchy would surely invite a 110 emergency call.

But, lacking the “Morse Oil” wouldn’t do.

Strictly speaking, “Morse Oil” is the treasure evolved from the spice formula of “The False Xuanjing,” a pendulum treasure suddenly acquired, hard-won grasped opportunity with a glimpse of hope in perfectly overcoming the Merck Spice, how could Xia Yu easily give up?

“Again!”

“Boom!”

“How about a few more drops this time?”

“Boom!”

The originally clean and tidy 1st workstation gradually accumulated several blown-up Chinese Iron Pots.

The battered pots evidenced how wild and fierce the flames caused by “Morse Oil” were.

“System, no, isn’t the data showing the ‘Morse Oil’ as cool and light? How can just one drop make it feel like a gas stove explosion! It’s fundamentally unscientific!”