If the judges were asked to make a ruling, then according to the rules, this Food War should be canceled.
If that was the case…wouldn't it just be what Su Ming wanted?
Mizuyama Tetsu also felt that he had completely understood Su Ming's thoughts.
This fellow had angered him so much earlier because he was waiting for this scene to happen so that he could request for a ruling.
If that happened, the Food Halberd would be useless.
Yet nothing happened to Su Ming.
What a good plan!
"Unfortunately, I saw through it." Mizuyama Tetsu also looked at Su Ming, who was observing the ingredients, and sneered coldly.
"What are you talking about?" When Su Ming heard his words, he turned his head around.
"Heh, continue pretending."
Eishama Tezu had already made up his mind.
He turned his head, took out a kitchen knife, and began to carefully process the ingredients in his hand.
……
Su Ming shrugged and turned around.
Chicken.
Chicken dish…
Alright, the first thing that came to the young man's mind was braised chicken.
Shaking his head, he picked up the kitchen knife and looked at the ingredients in front of him.
In that case…
As he flipped his fingers, the blade flashed.
Lifting heavy things as if they were light, floating like a feather.
The fresh pheasant was instantly disintegrated in his hands and fell into the water at the fastest speed.
The power of water was activated, and the chicken meat was washed perfectly.
Then, he lit the fire and started cooking.
"Humph, your actions will only damage the chicken.”Mizuyama Tejin also snorted in disdain.
"Is that so?" Su Ming cast him a glance and ignored him.
He picked up the frying pan at the side with his palm and poured a little bit of soybean oil into it. Then, he placed the skin that had been perfectly cut off from the pheasant into it and stir-fried it.
The chicken oil contained in it was immediately seeped out perfectly.
A faint fragrance enveloped the surroundings.
He added in the scallions, garlic, ginger, pepper, and other ingredients that he had prepared beforehand. Then, without moving his hand, Su Ming lifted the incredibly heavy pot that was still filled with a large amount of water and chicken.
This scene caused the surrounding audience to widen their eyes.
The corner of his mouth twitched-he felt his face hurt again.
His movements were complicated, but he did not panic.
His actions were orderly.
At that moment, in the eyes of the others, Su Ming seemed to have entered a mysterious state.
His movements, every minute and every second, were so accurate and reasonable.
It was like the most precise computer in the world, without the slightest error.
The young man had even calculated what kind of force would be used when the chicken left the hot water, how many water droplets would be brought out, and what kind of effect would it have on the chicken oil he was frying…
"This is…"
He didn't know when he came to the top of the Moon Sky, but his eyes widened.
Divine skill, another divine skill.
The three judges in the stands were still sitting calmly, talking about Eizen Etsuya's cooking, looking forward to what kind of surprise the famous alchemist, one of the top ten, would bring them.
Yet before an instant had passed, they stood up swiftly and fixed their gazes on Su Ming.
He lifted a heavy object as if it was light, and floated like a feather.
Lifting something light as heavy, as steady as Mount Tai!
This was the skill of the mountain!
It was different from the explosive and cool fire skills. It was like a tyrant dominating the entire dining table.
Mountain skills only focused on one word, and that was stability.
Unmovable like a mountain!
At that moment, Su Ming looked as if he had turned into a mountain that stood before everyone's eyes.
The movements of his hands were extremely steady.
Every state, every calculation, and every step was executed perfectly.
Even Rina, who had the God's Tongue, could not tell what was wrong with Su Ming's actions at that moment.
It could only be described with one word-perfect.
This was no longer a technique that humans could do.
It was as if a god was standing in front of them and cooking.
……
In the stands, a hint of intoxication flashed in Rina's eyes.
As she stared at Su Ming, who had entered the state of a mountain, the admiration and admiration she had for the God of Cookery Su Lin had started to slowly shift away.
As if he had noticed this, a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of Su Ming's lips, who had been cooking with an expressionless face.
Father, I said I would surpass you.
I want the world to be shocked by the name Su Ming!
A brilliant light shone in his eyes. Su Ming waved his hand, and the final piece of craftsmanship was completed perfectly.
He placed it on a plate, covered it, and brought it to the judges.
"Please taste it and announce the end of the food war. I'm in a hurry.”
Su Ming said flatly.
In his other hand, he had already repacked the Miss 'cooking tools.
Twenty-two minutes passed.
Just like he said before, it didn't take half an hour.
" But..." Some of the judges looked at Mizuyama Tetsuya with difficulty.
"It's alright."
Su Ming waved his hand. His tone was still calm, but it shocked everyone.
"When I ended, the Food War ended because the victor was me.”
After a pause, he added,"That's right."”
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