MM Racing Chapter 961 The Fall of Heaven
Chapter 961 The Fall of Heaven
Chapter 961 The Fall of Heaven
Tradition represents the weight of history, and in the process of modernization, some contradictions inevitably arise.
However, such contradictions will gradually harmonize through integration and evolution. For example, in the United States, chefs use a mixture of ketchup and fermented bean paste to make "American Mapo Tofu"; in Italy, chefs make "Mapo Tofu Spaghetti"; and in Mexico, there is "Mapo Tofu Burrito".
This is the integration brought about by exchange and development.
Mapo tofu was originally intended for dockworkers and porters, whose spiciness and sweat provided a sense of stress relief after a busy day, making it irresistible. However, in modern times, the target audience has changed to the workers in factories and enterprises. While retaining the traditional flavor, it is necessary to increase the spiciness to match the pressure brought by high-intensity overtime work.
Ghost pepper extract, the highest Scoville Heat Unit (SHU) product extracted and concentrated from the Hellfire pepper, is like tradition and industry—the two are actually a unity of opposites.
Capsicum extract is seasoned together with fermented bean paste and chili oil.
And so, a plate of extra-spicy Cao's Mapo Tofu is complete.
"Come on, please enjoy this special fusion-style Mapo Tofu." Kirei Kotomine smiled happily.
The combination of scalding hot chili oil and silky soft tofu, with its rich bean aroma, evokes a sense of returning to the countryside, yet in the blink of an eye, one sees sweatshops billowing black smoke rising from the mountains and fields.
The numbing sensation represents numbness, and the spiciness represents pain. In the daily destruction, beauty is completely overshadowed until the person who has swallowed this evil can no longer bear it, and their taut nerves snap at the extreme.
Forget about offering it as a treat; just swallowing it felt like a branding iron was running down my esophagus. I couldn't possibly eat a second bite of this monstrosity.
What the hell?! Mapo tofu has oil-soluble chili extract added!
The intense pain spread throughout my mouth, and even drinking ice water had no effect. The ice water only provided temporary relief upon swallowing, followed by an even more intense sting.
In an instant, the entire stadium was filled with wails and screams of despair.
Everyone, regardless of age or gender, blushed like Guan Yu, while Yan Feng Qili seemed to be extremely satisfied, picking up a plate of Mapo Tofu and chewing it slowly.
Sweat and tears streamed down his face as he closed his eyes and collapsed heavily to the ground. His clerical attire and solemn expression made him resemble an ascetic nearing the end of his life.
At this moment, even uttering a single word feels like a fire burning in my throat.
Su Lin felt the strongest sensation; the similar yet different taste seemed to bring back memories of her university dormitory in the summer.
My roommate, who's really something else, ordered a spicy braised dish, which cost a total of 100 yuan. Of that, 20 yuan was for the food and 80 yuan was for stomach medicine prescribed by the school doctor.
However, even though their physical strength had been weakened, everyone present was a strong person with a firm will, who had fought countless battles and endured all kinds of hardships.
For example, Shi Hao's eyes were red, but he stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.
Snapped--
Tony Stark collapsed onto the table.
Uh... okay, this kind of thing is still too stimulating for a foreigner's tongue.
[Jarvis: Initiating the repair of the severely burned esophagus using bio-nanoparticles. Also, sir, would you like me to contact the nearest proctology hospital for you?]
"Cough cough. What are you drinking?" Su Lin's voice was hoarse as he looked at Shi Hao, who was gulping down a jade bottle.
"What else could it be?! Cough, beast milk!" Ye Fan shouted, suppressing the pain, "Give me some, I love beast milk the most!"
The fat and protein in animal milk can effectively relieve the burning sensation caused by capsaicin and neutralize the pain caused by capsaicin. Therefore, compared to drinking ice water, Shi Hao's animal milk is the most effective at this time.
Yang Jian, who snatched the same bottle of iced cola from Fang Zheng, had the opposite experience; shortly after drinking it, Fang Zheng clutched his stomach and arched his back.
This is quite normal; mixing carbonated drinks with spicy foods can easily cause bloating and increase irritation to the gastric mucosa.
"What do you all think of this dish?" the competition organizer asked cautiously.
"No strong illusions, no radiance - bad review. The industrial theme is creative, but the spiciness overshadows the main point. This kind of flaw, which only glorifies suffering," Su Lin said with a straight face.
"Just like the chef who makes the dish, he is a flawed thing."
Preparation area at the competition venue.
Guo Shouque's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "The gods who used to be unable to taste food have actually become such good eaters? Amazing!"
"Did you deliberately teach the culinary demon's cooking techniques to that Mapo priest?" Huai Shi asked.
“The young man didn’t have much talent, but he worked exceptionally hard and quickly mastered the knack.” Guo Shouque did not deny it: “With his love for Mapo Tofu accumulated day after day, even if his dishes are not up to standard, they can still be selected as appetizers.”
So you admit you used the backup to manipulate things behind the scenes, right, you old codger?
[Groups 1 and 4 in Area A, Group 3 in Area B, and Group C. Participants, please prepare accordingly.]
After the Mapo Tofu, which served as the 'prologue,' was turned over, a series of different dishes were served at the same time. Unlike the kind of meal that requires following a set procedure, this one felt more like a gathering of friends, only this time.
This dinner felt like it had been put on pause.
"Serving several dishes at the same time? Some of the flavors will be overwhelmed."
"That only proves that your cooking skills are not up to par."
"makes sense."
The chefs chatted amongst themselves, but Huai Shi's heart skipped a beat.
The culinary demon's dishes possess a certain demonic quality. Experienced gourmets might be able to discern them from subtle clues, but now even the celestial chef's dishes have been mixed in. Both the visual appeal and the aroma are all blended together. If you weren't the chef who made these dishes, you probably wouldn't know which ones are the normal ones...
Now I just hope these old chefs don't use too much seasoning, and that my friends in the group don't look like they've just eaten braised pork intestines sashimi. Otherwise, I'll have to pack up and run away.
"Why are you sitting in the judges' seat?!"
The red-haired demon girl pointed at the blonde girl who had transformed back into an angel and flew to the judges' table to sit down, crossing her legs and adopting a scrutinizing posture.
"Are you stupid to ask such a question?" Gabriel pulled out the dish she had helped cook and pushed it away with disdain: "Of course it's because I'm a judge too."
It was a steak, but it didn't have the luster of a normal steak; it was so black it looked burnt, and it also emitted some kind of unidentified smell.
"To maintain fairness, please refrain from implying who created the dish," the person in charge said, looking at the angel of the Holy Spirit lineage.
“I just don’t want to eat this stuff.” Gabriel waved her hand.
Compared to the angry and cursing Satania, Winette and Raphiel stared blankly at the man on the judges' panel, a man whom many chefs called the rancher, but whose nameplate read "[God]".
Vinette: "I've never heard of such a thing. Working in heaven or anything like that? Gabriel hasn't graduated yet, has she?"
"Maybe it's because of his excellent grades that he got a job early." Raphael's smile was a little unsure.
Vinette originally thought so too, but when she thought about the god who could put the doomsday horn on that fallen angel who wanted to destroy humanity at the drop of a hat, she felt that the cooking competition and the current situation were still within a reasonable range.
Su Lin smiled and asked, "Would you like some Mapo Tofu?"
"No way! Seeing how you all look spicier, who would want to eat something even demons wouldn't eat?" Gabriel pinched her nose in disgust.
Su Lin took a sip of beast milk: "Then why not just not be a judge?"
"That's true, but I've recently been playing that live-action online game called Simulated Universe."
Gabriel took out the Universal Knowledge Talisman, opened her shopping cart, and said, "There are a lot of rare items from the Heavenly Dao that require in-game purchases to buy as equipment, as well as those next-generation gaming helmets and gaming pods. In short, I need money but don't want to work."
Klein stuck out his tongue like a cat, and after the pain from the chili extract subsided a bit, he said to Su Lin, "Like father, like son. You need to reflect on this."
"Don't you dare slander me," Su Lin retorted. "Everyone else in Primordial Paradise is perfectly normal."
Jesus Christ harbored a dream of saving the world, Adam was a renowned psychologist and author, and Lucifer would do good deeds every day to guide lost sheep and build a good reputation for the original Heaven.
Before joining the chat group, this lazy angel was already ruined. After coming into contact with the simulated universe and those things, the desires in his heart swelled exponentially, and he even disdained to pretend in front of outsiders.
"Based on my undercover observations within the culinary competition, the probability of getting a normal dish is barely fifty percent," Gabriel said smugly, gently touching her blonde hair.
"Eliminate two incorrect options by entering the market at a reasonable time."
genius.
As expected of the number one angel in the heavens, even in decline, she still retains her wisdom.
"Anyway, the judges' pay is based on piecework, don't you want to try some?" Su Lin dragged the steak in front of him and asked.
"I remember that the demon's food was awful, but it was still edible, right?"
This devil is trying to lure others into his trap again.
Even if it's piecework, wouldn't it be better to avoid eating one bad dish?
Although the rewards offered by Su Lin for organizing this competition were very tempting, everyone preferred to earn money while standing rather than deliberately torturing themselves, even if the salary was a little less, because happiness and health were the most important things.
Furthermore, as long as everyone cooperates well, they can take turns trying to provide information.
"I think I forgot to mention that." Su Lin picked up his knife and fork and began cutting the charred steak.
"If someone gives up halfway, their accumulated salary won't be forfeited. Instead, it will flow into the prize pool, which will be divided among the judges who completed the task. You see, these kinds of marketing campaigns happen all the time nowadays, don't you?"
Gabriel: "."
Xiao Yan: "."
Ye Fan: "."
In an instant, an invisible barrier appeared between the people who had been gradually forming an alliance even without prior communication.
If before it was just about joining in the fun and getting freebies, now, based on the highest value, thirteen positions multiplied by one million...
Gulu.
Hearing the swallowing sounds around him, Klein reluctantly took off his sweat-soaked hat, and for the first time in a long time, fanned himself like an ordinary person. Finally, he smiled wearily: 'Humanity... is beyond saving.'
I had thoughts like, "Whatever's here, it's okay to go along with his nonsense once in a while. It's just a meal, it won't really kill me. It's easier than fighting to the death with my enemy."
From this perspective, Satania's cooking, which is clearly made by a demon who looks very intelligent and whose face is full of wisdom, is simply there to boost everyone's scores.
“Xiao Xiao is at the age where she needs to grow.” The old father, Xiao Yan, smiled carefree. “It’s time to start preparing for Xiao Lin’s future milk powder expenses.”
This is what it means for a man who, despite his young age, shoulders the heavy burden of his family. He's willing to risk anything for his family's future; that's what a family hero is.
Despite their different reasons, everyone tacitly picked up their utensils and began to savor the dark steak, then put it in their mouths at the same time.
Except for Gabriel, who absolutely refuses to taste the food.
Wait, what's with this smell?
It's not bad at all, and the flavor is quite rich.
Even Su Lin was startled. A strong milky and salty flavor spread in her mouth, followed by the aroma of spices such as black pepper and rosemary.
Subsequently, the olive oil and beef fat, carrying these flavors, gradually break down and become sweet.
Could it be that the principle of two negatives making a positive also applies here? The gluttonous demon brought by Gabriel has now become a chef capable of making delicious dishes after being baptized by the Hellish Chef Demon.
It's intoxicating.
Everyone chewed slowly, their expressions relaxed, including Song Shuhang, who had come prepared to die. The contrast between his hellish experience and his heavenly return provided the dish with an unexpected and delightful experience.
The flavor becomes even richer the more you chew it.
Wait, why is the smell getting stronger?
As saliva is produced and chewing continues, the flavor of the steak does not diminish; instead, it becomes richer and more intense, evolving from a pleasantly salty level to something akin to oyster sauce, and eventually even tastes like a packet of salt has been sprinkled on top.
stop!
By the time I tried to vomit, it was too late. The flavor bomb, mixed with grease, exploded and poured directly into my brain through my mouth and nose.
No longer feeling empty, as if life itself is filled, finding satisfaction in the ever-increasing variety of flavors, making it difficult to think.
Overwhelmed by the savory flavor, Su Lin managed to speak with difficulty after she had mustered all her willpower: "This cooking method..."
"Can you taste it? The ranch... no, Your Majesty." A dark figure emerged from behind Satania, his tone filled with immense joy.
As the first chef demon to present a dish and receive feedback after the rancher came ashore, Shadow was already satisfied. Participating in this competition was only to avoid being secretly eliminated by the group of more senior chef demons.
But I didn't expect that the little girl I was randomly assigned to was so interesting. She was named Satanail, which is almost the same as the name of Samael, one of the original six angels of creation in the Bible, after his fall.
It seemed that the other party had brought some beef ingredients they had never seen before from their hometown hell for this competition. In addition, they had a whimsical way of seasoning. On a whim, they followed the rules of the 'instruction' and helped her to complete a hellish dish.
A taste enthusiast, or someone with their own unique taste system.
With the assistance of the former head of the Chef's Guild, Satania successfully created a dish that resonated with everyone's taste.
—[Kingdom Fall]
From refreshing clouds to hell.
Compared to the other groups who try to completely impose their culinary philosophies on others, this tutorial-level dish may lack a bit of the perfection required for meticulous preparation, but it effectively and appropriately differentiates itself from the works of other culinary masters.
after all
What if it's really because my cooking is amazing that the rancher thinks it's delicious? Wouldn't the other contestants be furious?
"You rock."
See, the rancher still gives the same evaluation.
The dark figure bowed proudly.
"That's why I don't want to eat that stuff," Gabriel teased, glancing at the green-faced crowd as she picked up her teacup and brought it to her lips. "Hmm?"
I often smelled this bitter taste and aroma at the coffee shop where I worked.
Like coffee?
Gabriel's vision blurred and her ears began to ring.
“Although it’s not a traditional soup, we think this soy milk made from Hellfire coffee beans would also be a contender.” The manager picked up the coffee pot and poured her a refill: “Please enjoy.”
Because of work, I went out last night and finished get off work at 1:30 a.m., and then went out again this morning to work overtime because of the heavy rain.
ORZ (vowing)
The missing update can only be delayed slightly.
(End of this chapter)