MM Racing Chapter 956 I Cooked Mushrooms (714)
Chapter 956 I Cooked Mushrooms (714)
Chapter 956 I Cooked Mushrooms (7.14)
"Uh, it might be a bit rude to say this, but I personally think that the coffee Himeko makes when she's excited is really too dangerous."
Walter Young pushed up his glasses and said, "Helping is fine, but let's forget about tasting it. How about we all go around and buy some supplies?"
"..." Hoshi crossed his arms and began to think: "If we replaced Pinocchio's Solara with Himeko's coffee, would everyone be able to wake up from their dreams?"
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All eyes turned to her.
"Don't replace the drink that Pam calls 'black mud' with Sola syrup." March 7th was exasperated: "They're probably going to treat you like a high-priority target over there on Sundays."
Not far away, Sunday, intentionally keeping a certain distance, looked at the cup of coffee in his hand that kept him awake, and lowered his head slightly.
"Fortunately, Himeko's coffee is limited by the limits of coffee beans, at most it will only make my esophagus hurt." Walter sighed softly.
Klein asked in confusion, "Aren't you a Herrscher?"
“Yes.” Walter suddenly fell silent. “Maybe I was just unlucky when I first got on the train. Most of the time, I can still manage to drink Himeko’s coffee through sheer willpower.”
"After all, it's just a beverage made from roasted ordinary coffee beans."
On the roadside, a demon in a suit summoned a goblin and, without any attempt at concealment, began to converse with it.
"Have the Kui Xia Gold Medal Coffee Beans from the Hell Rainforest Ecosystem been delivered yet?"
"It was delivered, and the lady was very satisfied with these coffee beans with ten thousand times the caffeine content, but we watched for a long time and still couldn't learn that kind of skill."
"I don't care about anything else, but during the competition, the amount and type of coffee beans she uses, as well as the raw materials, will all be exclusively sponsored by Hell Workshop. If you can't learn it, then we'll sign a contract to sign her."
The devil in a suit, who looked like a workshop owner from hell, warned sternly: "Don't worry about the price. We can always make up for it with the sales from the coffee endorsement later."
"It's just a cup of coffee," the goblin said, puzzled.
"Just a cup of coffee?" the devil in the suit repeated, then issued a contemptuous and angry admonition: "For a life that can generate surplus value, that is the fuel of the soul, the pacemaker that prolongs life. Just one cup can keep those lazybones who need sleep from resting for ten days. And you tell me it's just a cup of coffee?"
You idiot! Our Yongshi Group recently lost over a dozen factories due to the ranchers' actions. How do you think we're going to make up for the lost production capacity?!
Listen carefully, your task is to assist that lady in perfecting her craft and creating a coffee product that will go down in history!
After being reprimanded, the goblin seemed to have suddenly understood. Its tone was fervent and worshipful. The thought that its kin would provide 1000% efficiency for the Eternal Group under the influence of this coffee, and that it and its management team could win the honor of the best hell workshop of the year, filled its chest with glory and confidence.
The goblin left with the boss's mission, while the demon straightened his collar, regained his composure, and nodded to everyone in a dignified manner.
"So there are people with a [company] style in another world too? This kind of boss should go to hell." March 7th's lips twitched. "Why do all these viewers seem so creepy?"
"It's better to go to heaven." Klein thoughtfully glanced around. "Seeing the audience at this culinary competition, I have a strange feeling of déjà vu."
In fact, Klein had already retrieved some information using the keywords he had just searched, but looking at the five-star hotel chefs around him who seemed to have set up stalls in the square due to the economic downturn, and the French, Japanese, and Italian desserts that were laid out and left for diners to enjoy, he felt that it all seemed quite normal.
Aside from one or two novices with mediocre cooking skills and those who seemed to be just filling in, the culinary masters brought by Song Shuhang gradually began to enter the venue.
For a moment, even Klein, who had never let his guard down, felt a little doubtful.
As for the possibility that Su Linzhen intends to treat him to a meal and let the matter of the Goddess of Light go unresolved?
Haha. Do you understand Su Lin better than I do?
Klein glanced at a dessert stall on the street with few customers, took a macaron from the pastry chef, and put it in his mouth. He felt the perfect almond aroma and the sweetness that sweet-toothed people prefer spread in his mouth, and he relaxed a little.
This taste.
Even after trying so many sweets from around the world, this dessert, which is just the right amount to satisfy my taste, is truly a rare find.
Klein casually asked the pastry chef for two boxes to take away, while his other free hand began to flip through the gold coins, trying to use his spiritual sense to find where his potential 'blind date' might be, assuming there was nothing wrong with the food.
It couldn't possibly be Lu Mingfei; that guy has a marriage exemption.
"This way." Su Lin appeared not far ahead and waved to the crowd.
Seeing this, Xing immediately used the excuse of wanting to participate in the competition to pull March 7, Danheng, and Walter in another direction to purchase ingredients.
"Did you say you wanted to participate?!" March 7 asked in confusion.
"Lin Xue, Sandra, Qianqian, Emiya Shirou, and Huai Shi have teamed up. They're on the left side of the arena. Let's go over there and grab a spot to take a look," Chen Jun said, pointing to another area.
The group, who had been strolling together, split into two groups, with only Su Lin remaining in the distance, still smiling and waving enthusiastically at Klein.
"Come here, come here~"
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Klein flicked a gold coin into the air with his thumb: "I hope that everything hidden will be exposed."
His figure walked into the judges' preparation area, and before the gold coin even hit the ground, it transformed back into a historical projection and dissipated into the air.
And this happened shortly after Klein left.
At the stall where he had just picked up his macarons, a dark-skinned chef wearing a white cap walked over.
"Sixty years have passed. I never expected you would contact me again." The blond, blue-eyed pastry chef continued making pastries. "Like that gentleman just now, you're under a lot of pressure and need some sweet treats to relax. How about 25g of sucrose?"
"I only contacted you because I needed a non-Cook Demon partner to participate in the competition, Senior Brother." The Cook Demon parked a small cart there: "Besides increasing the risk of diabetes, cancer, and obesity, what other purpose do those high-sugar desserts serve?"
"At least it brings everyone a brief moment of happiness and satisfaction, doesn't it?" The pastry chef looked at the culinary demon with a deep sadness in his eyes: "When you were little, you often said you wanted to bring more sweetness to this bitter world."
“But I can’t change the world.” The Chef Demon opened the freezer on the cart and placed a bucket of murky water on the ground: “Even Shiva and Ganesha are the same, so I can only change myself.”
"I will bring you back to the village from hell." The pastry chef accepted the previous desserts and took out some new ingredients.
"Then we'll see if my creations will lead you into the abyss first, or if I'll be captivated by your desserts and destroy the path of the culinary demon I've sacrificed everything for." The culinary demon's lips curled up, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"That is evil and heretical."
"Without further ado!"
The chef took out small, crispy balls with frying marks from a transparent plastic bag, then sprinkled some grayish-green powder on them and soaked them in the bucket of murky water on the ground.
A few seconds later, he immediately took out the food and handed it to the pastry chef and the diners who had been watching for a long time.
"Special aloe vera juice and masala crisps made with the eternally dark waters of the Ganges! Enjoy!"
The pastry chef then served a pancake and a lotion sprinkled with green powder.
“Enjoy traditional wheat cakes, detoxifying and diluted milk sea flakes, and masala.”
The chef and pastry chef ate at the same time, while two diners with similar color schemes, one in black and one in white, also enjoyed their meal.
A storm of miracles and calamities rises and collides, and in a trance, both the culinary demon and the pastry chef see memories of the past:
After Shiva, the Lord of Destruction, swallowed the ocean of milk, which was filled with deadly poison, two half-brothers, born of the same mother but born of different fathers, were adopted by their master on a devastated land. They harbored the same great ideals, but in the end, fate played a cruel trick on them and they ended up on opposite sides.
Knowing that he might die in the game, he was still grateful to the rancher for the opportunity.
The culinary demon and the pastry chef rolled their eyes and collapsed, but soon they got up one after the other. They savored each other's pursuit of beauty and their insistence on malice. Once one of them was completely destroyed, the dishes made by the other would take on their own shape.
This is the essence of the competition's requirement that each chef be paired with a novice. In addition to presenting the judges with dishes that embody either miracles or calamities, they must also showcase the contradictions and clashes between them.
Like a rancher who rose from hell.
"Not bad, it seems you're qualified to help me compete for a ranking." The Chef Demon nodded with satisfaction.
He extinguished the lingering sweetness of the dessert in his eyes, then turned to look at the two impetuous diners.
"Karna, how does yours taste?"
"It's strange, but I can still accept it. It reminds me of some past memories. Arjuna, should I bring a copy back to my Master?"
"The human body probably couldn't handle it, right?"
"She's no longer human; I think she's more like a monster."
"Be careful what you say."
The two Servants who accompanied their Master to watch the competition each packed a meal from the Chef Demon and the Pastry Chef, and then left.
The 107th Culinary Master/Master Chef Competition
"Players, please be prepared. We will strictly divide you into Heaven and Hell teams. If you do not have a teammate, you will be randomly assigned one."
"A reminder: this competition is the most prestigious ever, and it's the first time the Chef's Guide organizing committee has partnered with the official organizers of the Realm of the Gods. Therefore, any contestant who disrupts the competition or withdraws midway, resulting in the loss of a spot, will be subject to penalties."
"For the rest of your life, you'll only be able to eat whole mushroom eggs, secret-recipe mini burgers, curry-flavored dog poop, and what's this? Oh, the mushroom Frank planted on you!"
"By the way, who is Frank?"
The missing 1,000 words will be added in tomorrow's chapter; I didn't have time to finish it when I got back tonight.
(End of this chapter)